She gives a small nod, her eyes still fixed on my face. She hasn’t moved away, and when I feel her fingers run up my arm, I almost jump out of my skin.
I stay completely still as she runs her nails gently down my wrist, then slowly wraps her fingers around mine. When she squeezes my hand, I squeeze back, and a smile brightens her face.
I remember that smile.
The night we were together, I saw her truly smile for the first time. I’d like to believe I’m the first person who ever saw that expression of pure, complete joy on her face.
I love you, Lexa. Please believe that.
She tilts her head a little, her lips so close to mine I can feel her breath on my cheek. Memories flood through me from that night, and I can feel my hands slick on her sweat-soaked skin, taste her on my tongue, and feel the unbelievable thrill of moving inside her.
I never knew sex could be like that.
Her hand tightens on mine, and I know she’s remembering, too. Arousal floods through me as I remember how she gave herself to me completely. She opened herself up and let me do anything I wanted, bending to my will and urging me on until I ravished her completely.
There’s no part of her I didn’t touch. She gave it all to me, and I threw it away.
Even though the guilt still weighs heavily on me, all I can think about is having her again. I waited so long, believing I’d never see her again, and now she’s here, right in front of me, naked, with her sweet lips almost right against mine.
I don’t do it—she does. It’s Lexa who leans forward slightly and presses her lips to mine.
The shock floods into me, and shivers run across my skin as I fight to stay still. The urge to grab her and throw her on her back so I can finally spend my pent-up lust is almost overpowering. But somehow, I stay still.
Lexa closes her eyes, leaning forward to put her hands on my shoulders. She kneads her lips against mine, her slick, hot tongue darting out to tease at my own.
My mouth returns the kiss, but I’m afraid to even touch her, so I keep my hands braced on the ground, letting her control everything. She leans in even further, tightening her grip on my shoulders as she deepens the kiss.
I don’t deserve this…
I don’t deserve you.
I wish I were a strong enough man to pull back, but I’m not. When it comes to Lexa, I’m completely lost. Utterly helpless.
I am yours, my love. It doesn’t matter if you claim me or not. My body, heart, and soul are yours, and always will be.
Chapter 11 - Lexa
The feel of Kit’s lips against mine sends a warm rush through my body, so powerful that I have to press my thighs together as goosebumps rise on my skin. My hands have a life of their own as my fingers dance up his arms to settle on his shoulders, giving me leverage to kiss him even harder.
Oh, my love! I’ve wanted this for so long. Did you miss me as much as I missed you?
The horrible thoughts and suspicions bubble up inside me, but I run from it. I run from the pain into the sweet release of Kit’s kiss.
I kissed him.
I grip his shoulders a little tighter, trying to deny the fact. It would be a lot easier if he seduced me, then I could lay all the blame on him. Just like last time.
I can’t deny it. This time, it’s all my fault.
And I can’t stop.
The run up the mountain freed me, separated my body from my mind, and released me from the torture of my thoughts. I hadn’t shifted much while I was my father’s prisoner—he forbade it—and the last time I shifted was to take to the woods, relying on my wolf to take me far from Grace’s Falls and hopefully into safety.
I did…my wolf whispers.
Is this safe? Really?
Yes…
