I closed my eyes. Why was Declan spinning around in circles?
Oh, yeah. That was my brain.
He felt so warm and solid, and the scent of him…I inhaled deeply, shamelessly burying my face against his neck. Mmm. I wanted to get my arms around him. They didn’t seem to be feeling cooperative, though, so I ended up leaning against him limply while he dragged me off somewhere, my feet shuffling along the ground and stumbling now and then with the effort of holding me up.
Declan held me up. Gods, I wished he’d keep doing that. He’d done it earlier, too, figuratively speaking. “You didn’t make me apologize.” It came out all mumbled, but his alpha hearing would compensate. I didn’t need to enunciate. Wasn’t it ironic that enunciate would be so hard to enunciate when you were this drunk? I started giggling again, and choked out, “You don’t believe me, so I thought you would. Make me.”
He didn’t answer me. A few more steps brought us…somewhere, and then he slowly lowered me onto a soft, flat surface. That spun too, but at least it was spinning downward, soothing and sucking me in, instead of making me need to fall over. His bed, had to be. I could smell spice and heat and Declan in the bedding. I opened my eyes a slit so I could see Declan himself, all handsome and perfect, leaning over me.
My gaze landed on his mouth and stayed there. Those lips felt amazing on my neck, on my ass, anywhere he’d put them, really.
“Why won’t you kiss me?”
I really hadn’t meant to say that.
We both froze, staring at each other in equally startled silence.
“There’s some things I don’t want to take from you,” he said at last. “Not many.” He let out a low, shaky laugh. “But not that.”
I licked my lips.
His eyes widened, tracking down and fixing on my mouth.
“You can. You own me, right? My mouth. You own my mouth.”
The thought of him owning my mouth, right then and there, had my cock valiantly trying its best to get hard. But even an alpha werewolf couldn’t manage an erection after nearly two full bottles of vodka in a couple of hours.
Fuck, but I really, really wanted to get hard and then have him own my mouth in every possible way. With his lips and his tongue and his teeth, and then with his fingers, stuffing them in, and then his cock, shoved in so deep I couldn’t breathe. I moaned at the thought, rubbing myself against his bed and licking my lips again, getting them wet for him.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he muttered, shifting his stance in a way that told mehehadn’t had any trouble getting hard, damn him. But he wasn’t doing anything about it! I was right here, spread out on his bed, about as pliant and willing as anyone could possibly be. “Fuck. Ask me again tomorrow, Blake. I mean it,” he added, tone hard and serious, looking me right in the eyes. “Ask me again tomorrow.”
I started to argue, but the bed sucked me in too inexorably to resist. My eyes slid shut, and the last thing I saw was Declan gazing down at me.
Chapter 17
I Missed Your Voice
Since I’d never slept in Declan’s bed before, I woke up confused, disoriented, and with a mouth that tasted like someone had murdered a particularly sandy desert and buried its corpse under my tongue.
Well, that last part didn’t have anything to do with Declan’s bed, to be fair.
I rolled over and groaned, throwing an arm across my eyes to keep the sunlight out, becausesomeonehad left the blinds wide fucking open when he got up and went to work.
I knew I’d be fine once I had a couple of glasses of water and a bite to eat; hangovers weren’t really that much of a thing for werewolves without serious effort involving multiple illicit substances, and I hadn’t been to a party that good in like, six months. But seriously. Close the damn blinds. Fuck.
It crossed my mind to find my phone, make some coffee, and send him a text complaining about the window.
And then I sat bolt upright, head in my hands, and let out another groan.
I’d slept in his bed. We hadn’t even fucked. I could barely remember getting from point A to point B, point A being…my first trip to the bar in the main room of the suite, and point B being in Declan’s bed, unfucked, thinking about bitching at him like we were an old mated couple.
I threw the blankets back and made a beeline out of his bedroom and into my own, switching the shower on as high as it’d go and barely taking the time to shuck my undershirt and boxer briefs before I dived under.
He’d taken my slacks off of me. I stuck my face under the spray without mercy.
He’d done that, but he hadn’t fucked me. How unattractive had I made myself last night, that he hadn’t even bothered to get me undressed all the way and get off? Walter wanted Declan to get rid of me. Declan trusted Walter, and he’d listen to him eventually, especially if I wasn’t useful for the one thing Declan…
Walter.
