Shift Happens(63)

“That’s not very helpful.”

The vibrations emitting from his chest deepened along with the scent of burnt cinnamon.

“What’s your problem?” Spotting my sweats, I hopped off the bed and padded to the corner of the room, but lifting them revealed they’d been ripped as well. “I’m the one who needs a new outfit. You’re getting me new stuff. That was my favorite bra.”

Wick sat up and glared. When he tried to speak another growl came out. He closed his eyes, probably counting to ten, and then spoke slowly. “You are not leaving.”

“Well not now. I need to borrow some clothes.” I crossed my arms. “I’m not running down the hall in my undies.” Not with all the vagrant Werewolves frequently in the house, even if they had all seen it.

Wick leapt off the bed, clutched my head with both hands and walked forward to bump me hard against the wall. Despite the caveman dynamics of the move, I didn’t feel threatened or in danger; instead, there was a possessiveness in the gesture that made my heart flutter. His mouth was on mine before I could demand an explanation.

“You. Are.” He nipped the tip of my nose before drugging me with one of his kisses. “Not. Leaving.” He pulled my head back by my hair. “Do you understand?”

“I understand that I’m going to go bald if you keep yanking my head around by my hair like a pubescent girl in a bitch fight.”

Wick released me and closed his eyes. He leaned forward until his forehead rested against mine. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“You’ve said that already,” I huffed.

“Andy.”

“Wick?”

“You cannot leave.”

“That’s ridiculous. Of course, I can leave. I need to. First, I’ve got to get dressed and then I’ll figure out what the hell is going on.”

“Tonight?”

Sighing I looked out the window. Already dark, I’d wasted another day. “No. Tomorrow. I’ll get a fresh start.”

“You stay.”

I rolled my eyes. “I’m not one of your wolves to command, Wick. And I get it. I’m staying. Now give me some clothes so I can go to my room with some dignity.”

Wick growled. “I meant you stay here, in my room.” You’re mine. He didn’t need to say that part.

“You’ve a hell of a way of inviting a girl to a sleepover.”

Wick leaned down and trailed kisses along my jawline. “Stay…please?”

I pushed him back. “Is that a good idea? Our wolves are too close to the surface as it is.”

Wick’s body vibrated, his teeth elongated, and then both his arms flew to the wall to cage me in.

“Case and point! Stop growling at me. It’s getting old. I need to start Googling Vampire hordes and I can’t do that with your hard on giving me the stare down.”

Wick snorted and the tension in the room dropped. “A stare down?”

“It’s staring.” I waved my hand in the direction of his groin.

“You’ve got it backwards, Andy—you’re the one staring.” Wick did a little pelvic thrust when my gaze dragged down to the subject at hand.

“Stop that. I can’t focus.”

Wick’s teeth grazed my neck and scraped against my collarbone. A sigh escaped my lips. “Come to bed,” Wick whispered. “Let me hold you. That is all I will do. Promise.” He ran his hands down my arms, smoothing the goosebumps. “I will even lend you clothes in the morning.”

His mouth claimed mine in a gentle, but possessing kiss. His hands cradled my face and despite the dominating manner Wick utilized due to the raging wolf simmering beneath his skin, I felt cherished. My body warmed at his touch and a heady need sprang up again. I squashed it. Wick offered comfort.

“Mrmph,” I managed. Giving into the kiss, yielding, I melted into his arms. They closed around me. Strong, warm, supportive. Mine.

Wick reached down and hoisted me up, his hands grasping my thighs in a welcome pressure. He lowered me to the bed, the pillows and comforter soft silk on my skin. He stepped back and smiled.

“Mine.” His look brooked no argument and I wasn’t about to make one. Especially when the next thing he did was shuck his boxer briefs. A big whoosh of air escaped my lungs at the sight and when Wick looked up to catch me staring, a smile spread across his face as he did another pelvic jiggle before sliding into the bed. Still laughing, I turned over and gave him my back. His naked body made me want to do very bad things, and I didn’t trust either of us to stop if we started again.

Would that be such a bad thing? My bad self asked.

Yes, yes it would, I scolded her.