Page 77 of Wolves Always Bite

“Needyou,”Iwhispered.

Hisfingers slipped over my entrance.Hepaused, then did it again. “Didyou already get yourself ready?”

“Yes…”Buthis touch felt so much better than mine.Ishuddered as he pushed the tip of one finger inside.

Irose up on my knees just long enough to push his underwear down and expose his cock.Itook him in my hand and guided him to whereIwanted him.Weboth moaned asIsank down.Adriangrabbed my hips again, stopping me from going too quickly, as if he was scaredI’dhurt myself on him.

Ididn’t want to rush it either.Inever wanted this to end.I’donly known him a short time, but he’d come to mean everything to me.Irefused to give him up.Iwanted to shower him with all my feelings and all my love until he just gave in and acceptedIwasn’t going anywhere.

“Comehere,” he whispered when he was deep inside me.Hereached for me again and pulled my mouth down to his.Ourlips had barely touched when he broke the kiss.Hefrowned as his fingers brushed over my cheek.

“Sweetheart, why are you crying?”

Ijolted up and swiped at my cheeks.Theywere wet.Fuck.

“It’sfine.It’snothing.Let’skeep going…”

Hisfingers bit into my hips and stopped me from moving. “Jeremy, what’s wrong?”

Iblinked away more tears.Thiswas not supposed to happen.

Iscrambled offAdrian, and he let me go.Clawiewas going berserk in the bathroom, soIwent over to free him.Hebolted out asIran in.Iclosed the door.Fuck, fuck, fuck.Iwiped my face again.Atleast the tears had stopped.Ibraced myself over the bathroom counter and hung my head.

“Jeremy?”Adrianknocked on the door.WhenIdidn’t answer, he opened the door and poked his head inside. “DidIhurt you?”

Ishook my head, butIcouldn’t look at him.Hecame inside the tiny room and wrapped his arms around me.Isank back against his chest.Italways felt so perfect to be held by him.Iwasnotgiving this up.

“Talkto me.”

“Idon’t understand whyI’mlike this,”Isaid. “Iwanted to prove you how good the two of us are together…”

“Provewhat to me?Whatare you talking about?”

“Babette’sgone.Mr.Dimplesis going to want to move on soon.”AndIwant you to take me with you when you leave…exceptIcouldn’t get those last words out of my mouth.Beingclingy wasn’t sexy.Andthis was only going to work ifAdrianwanted me with him too.

Adriantightened his hold on me. “Weneed to talk.”

“Don’tsay that.Thoseare the most terrible, horrible, foulest four words in the world.”

Adrianturned me soIfaced him, butIkept my eyes averted. “It’snot like that.IfI’dknown you were thinking things like this, we would have talked about this before we turned in for the night.”

Itensed but didn’t say anything.

“Isthat why you insisted on going to sleep immediately?”Hesighed and shook his head. “Okay.That’sit.We’regoing to talk this out.Rightnow.”

Ipressed my face to his bare chest. “Whyare you doing this?”

Hedidn’t answer, just took my hand in his and tugged me out of the bathroom.Ithought he’d take me over to the bistro-sized table and chairs in the corner of the room, but instead he pulled me back to the bed.Clawiehad already claimed a spot in the middle of the mattress and was cleaning himself.

“Moveover, cat.”Adrianwaved his hand atClawieto shoo him away, receiving a hiss and swat for his troubles.Adriangrowled at him.Clawie’stail snapped back and forth but he held his ground.

Rollingmy eyes,Iwalked aroundAdrianand scoopedClawieup.Iplaced him on the other bed.WhenIturned back,Adrianhad already climbed under the covers.Heturned on the lamp, then he held out his arms to me.

“Comehere.Letme hold you.”

Withshaky legs,Iclimbed into bed and straight into his arms.OnceIwas enveloped by his embrace, we simply lay like that for several long moments whileAdrianstroked my back.Ilaid my head against his shoulder, my face against his neck.

“Somethings happened yesterday,” he began, “that you need to know.”