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Rebecca’s Wolves(68)

By:Becca Jameson


“Uh-huh.” He gripped her biceps and tipped her back a few inches. She smelled fantastic, all girly soap and lotions and clean. Griffen must have stocked the bathroom with her favorites. He wanted to lose the towel and cover her in his scent instead.

Mark his territory so to speak. He didn’t know if there were any shifters working in her hospital, and it didn’t really matter because no one else would be able to align with her even if they tried, but he still wished she would go to work with his come leaking from her pussy instead of masking herself with soap and lotions.

“Miles… I really have to go.” Her voice was low. She lifted onto her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. Then she pushed back and strode from the room.

It cost her, though. She might have been keeping a secret, but she was as affected by his scent as he was hers.

Hell, they’d had sex less than an hour ago. And it wasn’t enough.

His cock came to attention, the urge to claim her body immediately consuming him. He hung his head as he turned to follow her into the bedroom.

She stood at the dresser where Griffen had piled her clothes the day before, all folded neat and tidy. Nothing like the whirlwind that greeted him when he entered her apartment to pack up her things the other day.

To say he was shocked at how messy his mate could be was an understatement. Stunned was more like it. He hadn’t seen evidence of that from her. Granted, until then she’d been living out of a backpack with about four items of clothing to her name, but she’d kept it organized all the same.

Perhaps she was a polite house guest. Not that he considered her a guest in his home nor in Griffen’s. These two houses were hers now. He already considered his house more hers than his own. She could do anything she wanted with the place. He wouldn’t care if she changed the entire color scheme to pink if it made her smile.

She wasn’t smiling right now.

He froze while he watched her actions, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end.

She picked up about three shirts off the top of one stack and grabbed the one under them, carefully replacing the top ones. She even straightened them as if they were crooked.

Miles frowned. She grabbed a pair of pants, also scrubs, from another pile, accidentally snagging the next ones, causing them to fall to the floor.

He watched as she bent over, picked up the fallen pair, folded them neatly, and put them back on the pile.

She turned toward the bed. “You gonna watch me dress?” Her voice wobbled.

He shook himself from the thought that something didn’t feel right about her movements. More than the obvious—that she was indeed nervous, jittery, and keeping something from him. In two strides, he made it to her side, grabbed the clothes in her hand, and tossed them on the bed.

Next, he reached for the towel and tugged it free, letting it fall where it may.

Two seconds later, he lifted her beneath her arms and set her ass on the bed, pushing her back until she fell flat with an oomph.

Two seconds after that, he cupped his hands under her thighs, spread them wide and bent at the knees, and lowered his face to her pussy. He inhaled first, reminding himself how she was supposed to smell under the fear and stress. He’d wiped that emotion away with his movements, wanting his sweet mate back.

He would do anything to chase away whatever was bothering her so she returned to being the woman he’d claimed just a few days ago—a woman who wasn’t modest and didn’t care if he saw her naked. A woman who shook her sweet tits over his face until he sucked them into his mouth on more than one occasion.

He got his wish. She moaned as she settled into the mattress, her body relaxing, the tension seeping away as he sucked her clit into his mouth and then gently bit into her soft nub with his teeth.

“Miles…”

Yes, that was what he wanted to hear. Not the jumble of craziness that had clouded her mind for the past day, but his name slipping from her lips on a sigh. “Give it to me, love,” he lifted his face to mutter.

And she did, threading her hands in his hair to dislodge his ponytail and lifting her ass off the bed to make purchase with his mouth.

As she came, she screamed his name and then grunted through the pulses against his lips. He loved pressing his tongue against her clit as it throbbed.

Heaven.

Without a word, he reached over to the dresser, snagged a pair of her panties, and hauled them up her legs while she stared at him, her bottom lip between her teeth. Then he tugged her hands to pull her to sitting and held out her bra.

She lifted both arms and let him arrange that scrap of lace also. He hated covering up her gorgeous smooth skin, but he didn’t want to share her with everyone in the hospital either, so his choices were limited.