Page 57 of Rabid
It’s a promise, dipped in our blood and guarded by our wolves. One that he intends to keep.
Just like he keeps the other one, because for the rest of the night, he does fuck me on every surface of this bedroom, until I’m boneless and at peace, sinking beneath the depths of sleep, knowing my anchor won’t let me drift away.
Chapter Eighteen
“Mate.”
I bat something away from my face.
“Vicious.”
Something else drags against my hip, and I groan and turn from it.
“Seneca.”
“What!” I snap, rolling over.
I turn to find Tyran smirking over me. Daylight is streaming through the huge windows and balcony, making me squint. His bedroom is a bit of a mess with the evidence of our nightly activities. Which are apparent with my body prints on the windows, the scrunched-up rug, and the coffee table shoved out of place.
I sit up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes and wincing at the bit of soreness present between my legs. “You’re already dressed,” I whine slightly, seeing his loose tunic rolled up against his strong forearms and a pair of pants hanging on his hips.
Tyran’s smirk widens into a full-blown grin. “Are you pouting because you wanted me to fuck you?Again? You’re getting a little greedy now, don’t you think?”
“No,” I rush to say, though I feel my cheeks going pink.
He chuckles with a shake of his head. “Don’t worry, Mate. I’ll see to your needs later, but I figured you’d like to come have something to eat. You’ve been sleeping for a good fifteen hours.”
“I have?” I ask in surprise. “Damn. I must’ve needed it.”
“I wore you out,” he replies cockily before he drags a tray from the nightstand to set it next to me on the bed.
The moment the scent of food hits my nose, I salivate and dig in. Tender, rare meat melts in my mouth, making me moan in appreciation.
“And here I was, thinking you only made that noise for me,” he quips as he watches me from the foot of the bed.
“You have lots to learn about me.”
His eyes smolder with something both hungry and affectionate, and it makes my stomach flitter. “I’m looking forward to it.”
Once I’ve eaten every bite of meat, potatoes, and fruit, I feel renewed and so much better than I have in such a long time.
“Well?” I ask with a wag of my brows. “You fed me, are you going tosee to my needsnow?”
He responds to my playful flirting with a crooked smile. “We could… Or I could give you a tour of the pack, show you around properly.”
Excitement fills my chest, and I’m up and out of bed in an instant, hurrying over to his dresser as his laughter follows me. “Should I be offended that you chose the tour? And with such enthusiasm?”
“Maybe,” I tease as I riffle through his drawers, suddenly very thankful that our last foray was in the shower last night. Then something dawns on me. “Oh,shit.”
He must feel the flood of unease that washes over me, because Tyran is at my side in an instant. “What? What’s wrong?”
“I claimed you,” I remind him, dropping my wide eyes to his shoulders—both of them, since I gave him twin bites just like he did to me.
“Yes, I know…” He trails off with a hint of guarded wariness, and I realize it’s because he thinks I regret it.
I immediately shake my head and explain. “That means I’m the luna.”
Relief settles through him, passing over the bond. “Yes, it does.”
