Page 72 of Wolf's Fate
“Whyare you only telling me this now?” His hands were curled into fists, his jawline tight, his eyes narrow and fierce, and I felt a thin sliver of anxiety that suddenly this car wasn’t big enough for his anger.
“Caleb—”
“Are you out of your mind?” he growled at me. “I’m genuinely curious.” His tone suggested the complete opposite.
I held his gaze, refusing to back down. “I didn’t have a lot oftime to tell you anything. I was in a hospital bed and then you left!”
Caleb let out an explosive breath, running his hand through his hair, frustration evident in every line of his body as he watched me, his expression closed off. “This changes things,” he mumbled under his breath, his fingers tapping the steering wheel as he thought about things. “If they weren’t after you, if they weretesting, who the hell was their target? Cannon?”
“You.” I looked at him like he was an idiot. “Isn’t that obvious?”
“No. It isn’t obvious at all.” He shook his head. “I left Whispering Pines months ago. You may have left with me, but you didn’t come back with me. I’ve not been near you in weeks.” He turned his head towards me. “Cannon ever come back in those weeks I was gone?”
“No. Only Royce, Ned, or Doc.”
“Still, they see you with shifters,” he mused, returning his attention to the mountains in front of us. “Right?”
“I guess. I don’t know. You think that matters?” My voice was small as the weight of the mess of my life pressed down on me.
He locked eyes with me again, the look more intense than before, and I hadn’t thought that possible. “What have you seen? What else, Willow? What else haven’t you told me?”
“Unfair,” I grumbled as I faltered under the intensity of his stare. I hesitated, adrenaline coursing through my veins. I could lie and say I hadn’t had more visions, scenes of things that made no sense, things that I couldn’t explain, but I knew Caleb wouldn’t let this go. Not now.
“I’ve had a few dreams,” I admitted, avoiding looking athim. “Visions, I guess. Maybe. Of the ones…” I cleared my throat. “Of them.”
Caleb’s stare was punishing, his face a tight mask of control. “And did you mention this to any of your babysitters?”
I winced at the term but shook my head. “You told me you killed them! I didn’t think they were relevant!” I snapped back, feeling frustration rise in me too.
“You need to tell meeverythingyou see,” he ground out, and I was sure he was speaking through clenched teeth.
“Do you think I was right? Was it a test?” I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his words and my own reality. He gave a sharp nod of his head, and it didn’t soothe me like I hoped it would. “What does this mean, Caleb? Am I right that it’s not me they want?”
“I don’t know yet,” he admitted. “But something isn’t adding up, and we need to know what we’re missing.”
“Okay.”
We sat in silence for a few minutes, each lost in our own thoughts. “Do we do that before or after we climb the unclimbable mountain?”
His huff of amusement eased the tension in his shoulders. “Not unclimbable, just difficult.”
“Like you.” It popped out, and I felt my eyes widen at what I’d said and saw his humor fade, his eyes darkening as he watched me. “Which I like,” I rambled on stupidly, wishing I could shut up. “You. I like you. No, wait, you know…the tall, dark, mysterious, and difficult type, it’s fine, it’s all good. Um, why can’t I stop talking?” I took a deep breath. “Shutup, Willow.”
Caleb’s eyebrow quirked and I cursed under my breath. Heleaned over, his hand slipping around to cup the back of my neck. His lips covered mine briefly, a hint of a taste of what I hadn’t asked for yet. But I knew I would soon. One of us, both of us, would lose control soon.
Or now.
He pulled back, and I felt a stab of disappointment when he did, but I acted without thinking, and my hand caught him and pulled him back down to my lips. My mouth opened under his, tasting him, learning the feel of his mouth on mine. I felt Caleb grip me tighter, and then his hand was moving down, unclipping my seat belt, lifting me out of my seat. Our lips parted briefly as he maneuvered me into position, and I settled over his hips, aware of the feeling of the steering wheel at my back.
Caleb’s hands rested on my thighs, digging in slightly, his grip tightening, and in one swift motion, he pulled me closer, pressing me firmly against him. My breath hitched, my heart pounding as I felt his strength and heat radiate through my body. Caleb’s hand slid upward, his fingers slipping under my sweater, his touch rough but deliberate as his fingers skimmed my skin, sending shivers down my spine as he traced a path slowly up my back. My hips moved, and my thighs parted wider, causing me to settle over him better, aligning with him, and I began to rock in a slow grind against him as our bodies fit together.
The tautness between us was thickening, and I could feel his body responding to mine as he took control of the kiss. There was something raw and undeniable between us, and I moaned into his mouth as his hands began to move over mybody with confidence and precision. He knew exactly where to touch me to get me to respond.
I couldn’t breathe. The air between us was heavy, and I pulled away to catch my breath. Looking down at him, I saw his eyes dark with desire as he looked up at me, his control teetering on the edge.
I knew exactly how he felt.
Studying me, as if expecting me to stop him, he moved one hand to cup my breast, his thumb circling my nipple, and his other hand moved to my waist, guiding my movements as my hips rolled against him again, slower this time, more deliberate. Caleb groaned softly, his eyes tightening with restraint as he watched me, but he didn’t stop me. Instead, he pulled me closer, his breath hot against my skin as his lips brushed against me. I felt his tongue slick over the pulse in my neck, and my thighs clenched against him.