Page 66 of Wolf's Fate
Willow’s hands slid upwards, smoothing over my shoulders, then higher, curling into my hair, pulling me down to her, as though she needed this as much as I did.
The kiss grew more urgent and more intense as our connectionbecame raw and unconstrained, causing a flood of desire to well within me.
A car horn sounded, causing us to break apart as the sounds of the outside world rushed back in between us. Resting my forehead against hers, our breathing heavy, we both tried to understand what had just happened.
Drawing my head back, I took in her swollen lips, her eyes half-lidded and shining with excitement.
“Luna, forgive me,” I murmured, dipping my head and catching Willow’s lips with mine once more, gentler this time, taking my time to explore.
Pulling back, I dropped a kiss on the tip of her nose. I knew what I had to do. Starting the car, I pulled out back into the traffic.
“Caleb?” she still sounded breathless, and my cock twitched at hearing it.
“You want to know?” I asked, facing forward, trying to pretend I wasn’t as affected as she was and failing.
“Yes.” I heard her apology as she answered honestly. It was who she was—unapologetically real.
“If you want to know, then you need to see.”
“See?”
Glancing at her, I nodded. “You up for a hike?”
Willow’s eyes widened in understanding. “You’re taking me to your home?”
“It’s not been my home for a long time.” I heard my regret and anger. Reaching over, I took her hand in mine.
This was right. I knew it now. As I felt her fingers grip mine with unspoken support, I squeezed back, knowing I would need her strength in the coming days.
When we were clear of the town, Willow didn’t look as we passed the crash site, and I wished I could pull her closer to soothe her discomfort.
We’d been silent for a while, both of us trying to process what had happened, but her hand was still in mine, and she hadn’t pulled away, and I hadn’t let go.
What did that mean? I was driving us to the foot of Shadowridge Peak. What was I planning? Did I really intend to make Willow hike up my mountain?
I remembered being convinced as I stood on the ridge looking down only a few weeks ago that they were trying to trick me. Now, in a few hours, was I really, willingly, escorting her up the cliff face?
“It’s not like Blackridge Peak,” I spoke suddenly, startling her. Willow turned to look at me. “Shadowridge Peak,” I explained gruffly. “It’s a bitch to climb.”
I saw her look down at her clothes dubiously.
“Yeah, you’ll need new clothes,” I confirmed. “Boots, too.” Unclasping our hands, I rubbed the back of my neck. “I won’t be able to carry you like last time, not all the way.”
“I’ll manage.”
Puffing out my cheeks, I struggled with how to word it, to make her understand.
Willow gave a light laugh. “Okay, from the coronary you’re having, I assume I won’t manage, I’ll struggle?”
“Istruggle,” I told her bluntly. “And it’s my mountain.”
“Your mountain?” Willow’s tone had a teasing lilt. “Can a mountain be yours?”
“Yes.” My answer was flat. My doubt about her real intentions once morecrept in.
“Oh.” I could practically feel her thinking. “Is it, like…a pack thing?”
Clearing my throat, I checked my side mirror, hiding from her curious gaze. “It is.” Shifting in my seat uncomfortably, I cleared my throat again. “And it’s…it’s a me thing.”