Hunting Season: Werewolf Bodyguard Romance (Guarded by the Shifter Book 1), Kate Rudolph [ebook reader with android os TXT] 📗

Owen didn't need to be told twice. He closed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around her, bringing their mouths together in a passionate kiss. Her body fit against him like it was made for him and he would never get enough of the silky soft feel of her skin.

She opened her mouth under his and let his tongue plunder her. Her taste surrounded him and Owen groaned. This was perfect. This was pleasure.

This wasn't enough. He hiked one of her legs up and then the other, urging her to wrap her legs around his waist and give him all of her weight. And then he backed her up until she was resting on that precarious pile of pallets and gave everything over to the kiss.

His cock was iron hard and trapped between them, and he would trade everything he owned for the power to magically incinerate their clothes so he could fuck her right there.

But he heard a car honk outside, and it was a grim reminder that anyone could walk in at any time.

This was something private, something between him and Stasia. He wasn't going to let anyone else see them.

A service elevator in the warehouse took them most of the way up to the residential floor, and then it was just one more staircase to get them to the room they were staying in that night.

Gibson had asked him whether Stasia would need a room of her own, but Owen had said they would be sharing. He wasn't letting his mate get away from him.

It was only a full size bed, rather than a queen, and the fit would be tight, but they would make it work. Owen closed the door with a kick and sat Stasia down on the bed. And in the time it took him to turn back around flick the light on and then return she had half of her clothes off and was starting to wriggle out of her pants.

His eyes snagged on the bandage on her shoulder and he growled at the thought of anyone else sinking their fangs into her.

He could kill Vega for that. For daring to harm his mate.

"Holy shit, how the fuck did I miss it?" Stasia's question pulled him out of his anger.

"What?" he demanded in a rumbly growl.

She finished shucking her pants and knelt on the bed, completely nude and confident in her nakedness. She reached out and tugged on his arm until he was close and she cupped his cheek. "Your eyes have been changing color. And I think your teeth are sharper. I thought it was just a trick of the light. But this is the werewolf thing, isn't it?"

The first time Owen caught it happening it had freaked him out, but now he understood it was just his wolf trying to get closer to their mate. "Does it scare you?" he asked.

"Should it?" she shot back.

"I would never hurt you."

They kissed again. Owen managed to get his own clothes off and laid Stasia down. She'd said the shoulder didn't hurt, but he was determined to be gentle and care for her like she deserved.

He kissed his way down her stomach and spread her legs so she was open before him. He wanted to feast. And he did, tongue lapping at her sex and groaning in pleasure as she squirmed around him.

One of her hands carded her fingers through his hair and guided him exactly where she wanted. His Stasia didn't give up control. It was one of the most God damn sexy things about her.

Everything was sexy about her.

But Owen was determined to show her that he knew exactly what she needed, and he wasn't going to stop until she was screaming in pleasure.

His tongue swirled and dove into all of her private areas, and when she gasped out his name, he took it for the encouragement that it was.

Her hips bucked against his face as she gave herself over with abandon to the pleasure, and it didn't take long for those screams and cries to start.

He was as hard as iron just from her taste and her smell and the way she sounded, and when he guided himself to her entrance and pushed inside, he couldn't stop the groan of pleasure as her tight heat enveloped him.

Taking it slow was torture, but the kind of torture a man reveled in. Their eyes locked, and he didn't know if it was a trick of the light or something more sinister, but he thought he saw something shift in Stasia's eyes.

Her wolf?

Something else?

But it was gone in a blink, and then they were moving together in a dance as old as time itself. And soon her body rippled around him and that was all it took for Owen to join her in ecstasy.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Stasia felt a little bit like a thief in the night, or, well, the morning, as she snuck out of the room she and Owen had shared. He'd clung to her all night and she'd cuddled against him like he was a giant teddy bear. It was nice. Nicer than nice. Cuddling had never been a requirement in a relationship before, but with Owen she never wanted to let go.

But she didn't want to wake him when he was sleeping so peacefully. She pulled on her clothes and considered changing the bandage over the bite mark. She poked at it with two fingers to check.

It felt a bit like an old bruise, a little achy, but not super painful. It should have felt worse.

She decided to leave the bandage as it was. She didn't want to pull it away and find that she had magically healed, a sure sign that she was turning into a werewolf, if there was such a thing as a sure sign. She still wasn't sure if she had imagined the miraculously healing scalpel wound that happened at the same time as the bite.

As long as she didn't