Savage Awakening (Alpha Pack #2)(47)

"Yeah? Bet his magical staff can't do what mine can." His lips turned up and his green gaze lit with mischief.

Her brows rose. "My, you must be feeling better. Is that why you really wanted to go for a walk? So you could ravish me in the woods?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

"Actually, I would."

"It's done," Kalen said, breaking into their exchange. "If the wards fail, we'll know soon enough. Now for the body."

Another incantation, and the Sluagh's carcass slowly withered, like a raisin in the sun. Then it began to crumble, and finally disintegrated all together.

Hammer shuddered. "Man, it grosses me the f**k out when he does that."

"On that note, I want everyone to get inside the compound and restrict their roaming for a while," Nick ordered in a stern tone. The predictable groans ensued. "Sorry, but it's for our safety. If you must go out, do it as a group. No running or going into town alone, and no groups smaller than four."

"Crap."

"Damn, that sucks."

Rowan could tell nobody really blamed Nick, though. Leaders did what they must to protect their teams, and Westfall was no exception. She and Aric lagged behind the others as they trooped back to the compound, but kept them in sight. As they entered the building, Nick turned and pointed a finger at the redhead.

"I'm not going to make you go to the infirmary, but I want you to rest. That's an order."

"Yes, Dad."

"Cocky shit. Don't push it." With that, Nick walked off, his men snickering.

"Damn, now what? There's nothing to do in this place," Aric bitched.

"Are you kidding? You almost got eaten by an evil Unseelie pet and you're bored?" Grabbing his hand, she began to pull him toward his room. "Come on."

"Where are we going?"

"Three guesses."

"Somewhere I won't be bored?"

"Ding-ding, got it in one." She pulled him along, not surprised when he saw where she was taking him and dug in his heels.

"Wait a sec-my room? I'm not a kid and I'm not going to be put down for a nap."

"Who says we're going to sleep? Unless you were all talk out there..."

That got his undivided attention. His dumbstruck expression was priceless. "You... I just..."

"You're just what? Fine with the teasing, but not with real intimacy? Spontaneity?"

"Hey, I did pretty good with that when we were in Vegas," he asserted, puffing his chest out a little.

"That was nothing but a dream."

"Was it? No, I believe it was more and I think you do, too."

Did she? "Maybe you're right, but I still have a hard time buying stuff I can't see. Now, those f**king Sluagh things, and the awesome stuff Kalen did? Hard to refute what's in your face."

"Kalen!" He made a face. "What's the Goth kid got that I don't?"

"A really big staff?" She giggled as his mouth fell open.

"All right, that's it! Big staff, my ass," he muttered, punching in the code to his door. It opened with a pop and he pushed inside, pulling her into his living room. Then he whirled and snaked an arm around her waist, pressing her flush to his body.

Her laughter abruptly died as he crushed his mouth to hers. Oh, shit, yes! A man-this man-making her fantasies come true, in the flesh. God, it had been much too long since she'd been held in a man's arms, and never in a pair as strong as Aric's. She'd never been kissed as deeply by a man who tasted as delicious, whose masculine scent drove her so completely insane. His hard c**k pressed into her pubic bone at the base, the length extending almost to her belly button. She moaned, grinding against him, wanting that searing heat to slide inside her, pumping to her core.

"Shower," he murmured into her lips. "I need to get that creature's stench off me, but I don't want to let you go. I'm a selfish bastard."

"I can handle that." Anything, as long as she didn't have to give up this heat, the promise of being with her wolf.

My wolf.

Why would she think that? He wasn't hers, but she wouldn't pass up the chance to be with him while she was here. Ignoring the pang in her chest at the thought that she would eventually leave for L.A., she let him lead her into the bathroom. Like hers, it wasn't fancy, but was more spacious than she would've thought, adorned with nice brass accents and updated tile. Aric had added his own touches, his rugs and towels in rust and brown colors, the pattern giving it sort of a Southwestern feel, like the rest of his apartment.

"Did you grow up in the South?" she asked as he stripped off the tattered sweats. "I can't quite place your accent."

"I'm a Texas boy-Houston, but I've been gone for so long I've lost most of the drawl. Strip, honey."

She did, pulling off her sports bra, loving how his eyes widened as he took in her freed br**sts. "I'll bet you were raised on Southern rock."

"Huh?" His eyes somehow made it to her face.

"You know, Lynyrd Skynyrd, beer, and tailgate parties?"

"Oh, sure. What good Texan isn't?"

Drinking in his naked body, she lost the thread of their conversation. She'd seen him in the buff before, but not when he was all hers. Not when they were about to get wet and naughty. The man was over six feet of lean, cut muscle. Long, burnished hair flowed over his tattooed chest, down his back in a luxurious fall she wanted to drown in. His penis was hard, jutting proudly from its nest of dark curls, arching toward his stomach like a comma. He wasn't the least bit shy about it, and she found that confidence incredibly sexy.