Page 57 of Mating Season
I called on my wolf, but she was still asleep. No doubt saving her strength. I took a deep breath to calm myself. At least it smelled amazing in here with Ranger’s masculine woodsy scent filling my space. Too bad his arm was as heavy as a tree branch and currently pinning me in place.
The events of last night came to me in snippets. The spanking. The orgasm. The run. The sex in an open field. More orgasms.
Who am I anymore?
My cheeks flamed bright red.
Red like Cindy’s coat…
She. Freaking.Ate.Him.
I clasped my hands over my mouth to hold back my scream. The movement caused Ranger to stir. His head shot up, but his eyes were still closed. Black hair stuck out in every direction all wild and mussed. There was a deep rumble in his chest as his nostrils flared and he sniffed the air.
I scooted up slowly until my back hit the wall of the shed and my legs were straight on the bed, careful not to make too sudden of a movement.
Ranger mumbled something incoherent as his heavy head landed on my stomach and his arms wrapped around my hips in a vise-like grip. He moved his leg over mine, turning me into a body pillow, as the beastly male snuggled back down to sleep. It was… kind of nice.
The early morning air was still chilly even though Ranger shut the doors last night. He’d carried me straight to my nest and put me to bed with a stern command. These flashing red flags were getting easier to deal with–especially when he looked all soft and sleepy like this, clinging to me like he feared I’d escape.
His body was too big for the mattress and his feet were on the floor. It was probably a good thing the cheap bedframe broke because it definitely wouldn’t have held up his weight.
I shivered as my body warmed with thoughts of all the things I’d like to do on this bed.
Mating season had officially begun.
At least I still had my wits about me this morning. I knew I should go check my traps and refill the water. Restock my food supplies.
I ran my fingers over the swirl of black ink tattooed on his shoulder. It had to be magicked to survive the shift and probably hurt like hell to get. My touch was light as feathers as I traced the raven’swings. The first rays of sun peeked through the window, casting a soft golden glow to his bronze skin.
Shadows lined his sharp jaw and Grecian nose as the sun inched its way over his face. I kept tracing lightly, memorizing and studying each dip and divot of the muscles on his shoulders, his arms, and his chest. This was art. He was so beautiful it was scary.
He’s mine.My wolf woke with a sleepy yawn.
“What are you doing?” Ranger whispered, almost scaring the piss out of me.
Seriously, he was lying on my bladder and it was uncomfortably full.
“Um…” I’d been caught red-handed.
He grabbed my fingers, pressing a soft kiss to the tips. “Words, Aspen.”
“Fine,” I grumbled. “I was admiring.”
“Admiring me?” His brow furrowed.
I couldn’t help but laugh. “In case you haven’t looked in a mirror lately, you’re hot.”
“Hot?” he repeated, turning his head so he was looking up at me from my lap. “I don’t think I’ve ever been called hot before.”
He absolutely did not need his ego stroked.
I was going to do it anyway.
Sighing, I rested my head against the wall. “Handsome then.”
“Mmm,” he muttered as he kissed the flat palm of my hand and let it go.
“Attractive.”