Beautiful Moves (Shifting Steel Book 3)(68)

“Sis, look at me.” Wolf nodded to his side, just above his hip. “Even that scar from the knife wound a few years back is gone.”

He was better than good. He felt like he could run a marathon if he had to. Wolf exited the van to find everyone but Iris looking worried.

Wolf gave Iris a broad smile and carried Ella past his friends, to the bedroom Coso lent him. He undressed himself and Ella, as he filled the tub. Wolf sat down in the warm water, with Ella cradled against him, her face tucked into his neck. He tenderly cleaned the dried blood from between her delicate fingers and everywhere else, before tending to himself. He took his time. There was no reason to rush. Having Ella pressed against him, eased the anxious beast within. There was no way he was letting her go ever again.



Ella

Ella snuggled into the warmth and comfort of Wolf’s chest. The fine smattering of hair tickled her face as she ran her cheek over his peck.

His chest!

Ella tried to sit up, when she remembered what happened in the van.

“Uh, uh. You’re not going anywhere,” Wolf husked as his arms snared her.

Ella’s hands fluttered over his chest, but found no lingering injury.

“I’m good as new, Princess.” He took hold of her chin and angled her face so she could look into his dark smoldering eyes. “So, you love me, huh?”

“I do.” Ella nodded. She couldn’t believe he was here with her, and there wasn’t a mark on him. “I do love you.”

Wolf’s eyes were bright. They were filled with love, even though he hadn’t said it yet. Wolf didn’t have to. Ella felt it, like she had when she healed him. In that moment, it was like their souls had touched, and that connection remained.

“Even with the whole Shifter thing going on?” Wolf asked, looking suddenly unsure.

Ella didn’t understand how someone like Wolf was possible. But she knew if it hadn’t been for his beast, he would’ve died in the desert, even with her help. Plus, it felt right. Ella wasn’t the only odd one.

“Yeah,” Ella replied. “Who else could withstand an Ice Princess.”

“I don’t know, you feel pretty hot to me,” he growled wearing a broad rakish grin.

Wolf ran a hand below the blanket, along Ella’s bare hip. A heated blush worked up Ella’s chest and face, when she realized they were both naked. Her eyes widened when she felt Wolf’s manhood poke her thigh.

Wolf paused with his large palm on her behind. His brows drew together, and something fierce entered his dark eyes.

“Did he hurt you?” Wolf growled.

“No,” Ella insisted with an emphatic shake of her head.

She knew what Wolf meant. Drake had hinted at it, but never got that far.

“Good,” he sighed, looking like a terrible weight had been lifted off his shoulders. “You are mine Ella,” he insisted.

Wolf gripped the back of her neck, his fingers tangling in her hair, as his mouth crushed against hers. Ella frantically kissed Wolf back. The desperate need to touch him everywhere, taking over. She was no longer afraid of hurting him. Their tongues tangled, tasting, and exploring. When Ella felt Wolf’s fangs it didn’t frighten her. She wanted him, just the way he was.

Wolf’s hand pushed between her thighs, and Ella spread them willingly.

“I need you,” Ella choked out as he found her slick and wanting.

She needed to feel him deep within. To be one with the man that was inextricably tied to her heart. Wolf rolled on top of her, caging her in his strong arms. Ella gripped him with her legs, her heels pressing into his flexing ass, as she encouraged him forward. Ella felt his thick hot shaft rubbing against her thigh. She wanted it elsewhere.

“Not just yet,” Wolf informed her, then silenced her protest with a kiss.

His fingers pressed into her needy wet depths, as his thumb circled her eager clit. Ella moaned into his mouth. She was so overwrought, his first touch nearly sent her over the edge. Wolf teased her, leisurely stroking his thick fingers into her clasping heat, while his thumb rolled casually around her clit. The spikes of pleasure were wonderful, but Ella wanted more. Her hands grasped at his shoulder, trying desperately to pull him against her, but he was too strong. Ella broke their kiss.

“Please, Wolf. I need you to fuck me,” she demanded.

Wolf’s eyes darkened, hearing the rare desperate curse fall from her lips. They held an intensity that both excited and frightened her.

Wolf quickly moved, a feral growl rumbling in his chest. Ella’s world spun as he flipped her onto her stomach. Wolf pulled her up, his fingers digging into the fleshy part of her hips. His dominant bruising touch sent her reeling. It felt so wonderful to let go.