Wild and Free (The Three #3)(101)

He didn’t reply.

“It’s just me freaking out about all the shit that’s going down,” she assured him.

It could be.

Though, no shit was going down.

They’d been at the compound now for a week and dick was happening.

Not dick, precisely.

He was training with Callum and his family.

Lucien and Stephanie were working with Xun and Wei.

Chen and Jabber were getting better.

Hook had caught the eye of some female vampire two days earlier. They’d then disappeared behind her door in the south wing and no one had seen them since. All they knew was that four bottles of Jack had been delivered to that room, as well as sandwiches, steak dinners, made-to-order omelet breakfasts, and a bottle of caramel syrup.

So they actually did know what was going on between those two. Abel just refused to think about it even though Delilah thought it was hilarious and shared with him that she was glad her father had found someone with whom he could “pass his time.”

Poncho had left days earlier, saying he had an errand to run, but Abel knew it was to go back to New Mexico to meet with his aunt. Abel had gotten progress reports, including the fact Poncho made it home safely. He had to pass some test that involved a goat and a snake (he didn’t give specifics and Abel didn’t ask), and once he did, Abel would hear from him again.

With Hook hooking up and Poncho gone, Moose had lost it the day before, unable to be cooped up, even on a twenty-five-acre compound, not without his crew there to help pass the time. Jabber didn’t do it for him considering Moose was not a man prone to bedside vigils at all, but definitely not when they included listening to a biker bitch about how he wasn’t allowed to move around, have a smoke, or down a bottle of Jim Beam.

Moose had roared off on his Harley, saying he’d be back after he found himself some bourbon, a brawl, and a bitch.

Other than that, and the fact that they’d heard nothing from Serena and Yuri had disappeared, according to Gregor “to see to something important,” zero was happening and Abel was feeling like Moose.

He was restless.

If it wasn’t for Delilah’s insatiable need for orgasms, Abel’s need to give them to her, and Callum’s training, he’d be going out his mind.

He sensed the same with Delilah.

What they had was not the wild and free she wanted.

She was wild, that was certain. She took his dick and gave back all she could any way he wanted. She was up for adventure. She was up for anything.

And he loved that.

But outside of her getting off in another way, that being watching him transform to wolf and train—something she didn’t hide seriously turned her on—and the minimal training in basic moves that Xun and Wei were giving her, Leah, and Sonia, there was nothing wild and free about eating off fine china and f*cking in a bed that some human servant made for them after they left it.

“Abel?” she called, bringing him back to her.

He gave her his attention, rolling to his back and pulling her on top of him.

“Yeah. Maybe it’s nothin’,” he muttered.

She slid her hand up to curl it around his neck and dipped her face close.

“Something’s gotta give for my man,” she said softly.

She sensed he was restless too.

“Big place. Still feel caged,” he admitted.

“Maybe they’ll let us out to do some day-tripping,” she suggested.

“Rather feel caged than have you an open target.”

Her face got soft at his words and she muttered, “I hear that. Still sucks.”

“Yeah,” he agreed.

She shifted her hand so her thumb ran the edge of his lower lip, and not surprisingly, his cock responded to her touch.

“Take your mind off it by sucking your big, beautiful dick,” she offered, her gaze heating, her lips curled up.

She was good with her mouth. She was good with everything. So he was not going to refuse.

“Like that, *cat,” he murmured and watched her green eyes flare.

His mate. His temptress. Abel had known a lot of women in his life, including some who could go a few rounds and not lose the mood or their energy, but he’d never had anyone like Delilah. A woman who matched his appetite. A woman who wanted it all the time, with no boundaries.

Wild and free.

She dropped her head and kissed him, her sweet tongue sliding between his lips to play with his. A tease. A dare.

Abel let her have the first before he took the second. He tensed one arm around her and drove his other hand in her hair, slanting his head and taking over, demanding it all.

She gave it to him.

When he let her break it, she gave him a sexy smile that made his balls draw up before her face disappeared in his neck.

He shifted the pillows behind his head and shoulders so he could watch as she moved her mouth down his chest, making her way to the target. He spread his legs, cocking his knees to give her all access.

She didn’t disappoint. She never did. She f*cking loved his cock. Worshipped it. Lavished it with attention, tongue, suction, hand, taking him as deep as she could. So deep, when he was inside, he could feel the back of her throat with the tip.

He watched her blow him, gritting his teeth and gripping the inside of his thigh with one hand, balling the sheets in the other, doing both in order not to move his hands to her head, hold her steady, and thrust into her mouth.