part of nature in a way that no human ever could. I love that I rarely get sick, that I’m stronger than your average man, that I heal quickly when I’m wounded. I don’t particularly love the full moon, but everything comes at a price.” He caressed her shoulder. “Right?”
“Apparently so.” Like the way she’d finally found the companionship she’d craved with a man, at the expense of her autonomy and maybe even her life. Without thinking, Katie pressed her lips to Rafe’s chest and planted a gentle kiss only inches from his nipple. He froze beneath her. “Have you ever been with a human woman before?”
“I’d never even touched one before the night I rescued you.” Rafe’s voice was strained. “Katie—“
She raised up and placed a finger against his lips. “Please don’t say whatever you’re about to say.”
He spoke anyway. “We should sleep.”
“I know.” Katie let her hand slide down to his hard belly. She had no idea what she was doing or why she felt so powerless against her hormones. This wasn’t like her. “But I’d rather keep getting to know each other.”
He caught her wrist before she could go any lower. “You had an incredibly traumatic night. You’re injured.”
“You’re right, I did. And I am.” She searched his face, hoping for some sign that he was just as swept away by their connection as she was. “There’s not one reason I should want you right now. But my body doesn’t seem to know that.”
Rafe’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. He inhaled, nostrils flaring, and closed his eyes. “You’re not making this easy, sweetheart.”
Her heart melted at the endearment. “What are you afraid of?”
“Hurting you.” He tightened his grip on her wrist. “Frightening you.”
“Is that what werewolves do in bed?” Katie bent and kissed the nipple closest to her. “Hurt their mates?”
Rafe trembled. “I would never hurt you.”
“Then show me.” She couldn’t believe she was goading him like this. She’d never been the aggressor in a physical encounter. She’d never even slept with a guy before the third date. “Show me what a wolf does with his bond-mate.”
Growling, Rafe rolled so that he was on top of her. He dragged her hands above her head and pressed them against the mattress, lowering his face so it was only inches from hers. Katie’s chest heaved as she reacted to the pleasure of his heavy weight pinning her down. She shouldn’t enjoy it. Not after the biter and his blond friend from earlier. But she did. God help her, she did.
“You’re wet.” Rafe kissed her neck and ground his hips into her.
Despite her assertiveness, Katie blushed. “Yes.”
“I can smell it.” He nipped at her earlobe. “Your scent has been driving me crazy for hours.”
“Crazy enough to believe me when I say I want this?” She licked her lips as she stared up at him. “And that I might explode if you don’t kiss me?”
Rafe’s breathing grew ragged. “I thought you didn’t want to make our bond any stronger.”
“Does it really matter? Is there any undoing this?”
His gaze strayed to her mouth. “No, I don’t think so.”
“Then please. I feel so empty .” She lifted her head, straining for a kiss. She felt wanton and desperate and needy and for whatever reason, she didn’t care. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except sating the hunger that was eating her alive. “Kiss me, Rafe. Please. ”
His mouth crashed down onto hers.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
She’d never been kissed before. Not really. Not like this .
The moments of intimacy she’d had with men in the past simply couldn’t compare. Those kisses had been practice, a pathetic shadow of what she was doing with Rafe now. His mouth tasted faintly of mint and his tongue stroked hers as though they’d been born to do this together. There was no trace of awkwardness, no uncertainty in their movements. She bucked and surged beneath him, desperate for friction. He maneuvered his
“Apparently so.” Like the way she’d finally found the companionship she’d craved with a man, at the expense of her autonomy and maybe even her life. Without thinking, Katie pressed her lips to Rafe’s chest and planted a gentle kiss only inches from his nipple. He froze beneath her. “Have you ever been with a human woman before?”
“I’d never even touched one before the night I rescued you.” Rafe’s voice was strained. “Katie—“
She raised up and placed a finger against his lips. “Please don’t say whatever you’re about to say.”
He spoke anyway. “We should sleep.”
“I know.” Katie let her hand slide down to his hard belly. She had no idea what she was doing or why she felt so powerless against her hormones. This wasn’t like her. “But I’d rather keep getting to know each other.”
He caught her wrist before she could go any lower. “You had an incredibly traumatic night. You’re injured.”
“You’re right, I did. And I am.” She searched his face, hoping for some sign that he was just as swept away by their connection as she was. “There’s not one reason I should want you right now. But my body doesn’t seem to know that.”
Rafe’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. He inhaled, nostrils flaring, and closed his eyes. “You’re not making this easy, sweetheart.”
Her heart melted at the endearment. “What are you afraid of?”
“Hurting you.” He tightened his grip on her wrist. “Frightening you.”
“Is that what werewolves do in bed?” Katie bent and kissed the nipple closest to her. “Hurt their mates?”
Rafe trembled. “I would never hurt you.”
“Then show me.” She couldn’t believe she was goading him like this. She’d never been the aggressor in a physical encounter. She’d never even slept with a guy before the third date. “Show me what a wolf does with his bond-mate.”
Growling, Rafe rolled so that he was on top of her. He dragged her hands above her head and pressed them against the mattress, lowering his face so it was only inches from hers. Katie’s chest heaved as she reacted to the pleasure of his heavy weight pinning her down. She shouldn’t enjoy it. Not after the biter and his blond friend from earlier. But she did. God help her, she did.
“You’re wet.” Rafe kissed her neck and ground his hips into her.
Despite her assertiveness, Katie blushed. “Yes.”
“I can smell it.” He nipped at her earlobe. “Your scent has been driving me crazy for hours.”
“Crazy enough to believe me when I say I want this?” She licked her lips as she stared up at him. “And that I might explode if you don’t kiss me?”
Rafe’s breathing grew ragged. “I thought you didn’t want to make our bond any stronger.”
“Does it really matter? Is there any undoing this?”
His gaze strayed to her mouth. “No, I don’t think so.”
“Then please. I feel so empty .” She lifted her head, straining for a kiss. She felt wanton and desperate and needy and for whatever reason, she didn’t care. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except sating the hunger that was eating her alive. “Kiss me, Rafe. Please. ”
His mouth crashed down onto hers.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
She’d never been kissed before. Not really. Not like this .
The moments of intimacy she’d had with men in the past simply couldn’t compare. Those kisses had been practice, a pathetic shadow of what she was doing with Rafe now. His mouth tasted faintly of mint and his tongue stroked hers as though they’d been born to do this together. There was no trace of awkwardness, no uncertainty in their movements. She bucked and surged beneath him, desperate for friction. He maneuvered his
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