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I just dodged a major fucking bullet, almost as big as the one she did when facing down Gray.
But there is more to come from people with better aim.
CALLISTA
I wake with a start to a dark room lit only by the moonlight streaming in through the window, my heart beating frantically, breath catching as the images from the nightmare start to fade.
A hard, hot wall of flesh shifts behind me.
Weston…
The initial panic fades immediately, replaced by contentment as I snuggle deeper against him, all solid muscles and strong arms securing me to him, holding me tightly, keeping me safe from everything that lurks out in those woods.
A tiny shudder rolls through me at the memory of facing down the massive silver wolf.
But Weston saved me.
He rescued me.
He ensured I didn’t get hurt.
Then he took care of me in a way no other man ever has before.
Weston always takes care of me, even when he’s angry and volatile and pushing me away. Every moment I’ve spent in this house, he has ensured I have whatever I need.
I snuggle closer, and his grip around my waist tightens.
A low growl resonates in his chest, and his lips flutter over my ear, warm breath blowing my hair away as his rough beard brushes my neck. “Stop moving like that, Beauty.”
Turning my head back slightly, I wiggle against him again. “Why?”
He tugs my earlobe between his teeth and nips at it gently. “Because that wolf out there will be the least of your problems if you keep grinding your ass against my cock.”
Heat instantly floods my core at the gravelly tone and promise in his words, and I can’t help but squirm, only making the situation worse. His hard cock pinned between my ass cheeks seems to jerk slightly, and he growls again, tightening his arm around my stomach.
His hand shifts up to cup my bare breast, and rough, calloused fingers find my nipple and twist. “What kind of game are you playing, Callista?”
This man is always accusing me of playing a game with him, but I wouldn’t know the first thing about making the right moves.
I shake my head. “No game. I just want…”
It’s suddenly impossible to voice the rest of that statement. So many different things rush through my head. Some of them so foreign, nothing like what I could have ever thought would make that list a month ago.
His hand shifts across my chest to my other breast and tweaks the taut peak there, making my core clench and heat even more. “You want what, Beauty?”
“To feel safe.”
“Fuck.” He mutters the word over the skin on the back of my neck, then grips my chin and turns it back until I’m almost facing him. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
I shake my head. “No, not you. The wolf…this whole situation. I haven’t felt safe since Dad and I found the axe in the door with that message—”
“I’m so sorry, Callista. I should have—”
“You don’t understand.” I wrap my hand around his wrist, tightening my fingers until my nails bite into his skin. “I didn’t feel safe until now, like this, with you. I know you won’t let anything happen to me. That you’ll protect me, but you aren’t the one you need to protect me from.”
His jaw hardens beneath his white beard, his eyes glinting in the light trickling in through the window, full of trepidation and desire that matches my own. “I told you, Callista. I can’t. We can’t. It’s too…”
He seems to search for the right word, but it doesn’t matter what he says. They’re all just meaningless excuses he can use to prevent himself from taking what he wants, to convince himself he doesn’t deserve it.
