“The sweetest thing I’ve tasted in my life,” I manage at last.
She gives a burst of laughter. It’s unrestrained and as joyful as a child’s. I promise myself I’ll make her laugh like that a whole lot more.
Yup. Me, Forge, famously unruffled, grumpy bastard, is going to make this little angel happy.
Maya’s eyelids flutter closed. I watch, fascinated, as her eyelashes settle against her cheeks and her whole body relaxes. Her breathing slows, and… she’s fallen asleep in my arms. She trusts me to keep her safe while she’s at her most vulnerable. There’s a strange little flutter in my chest. I ignore my raging hard-on, and the wet patch of pre-cum that my dick has left on my jeans, and I take her in while she sleeps. She’s not wearing any make-up. I like that, like the way her natural beauty shines through. Her eyelashes are long, fine, and the same gold as her sweetly arched eyebrows. Her skin has an incredible texture—pale and translucent, with a golden glow. Her cheeks are flushed pink from her orgasm, and so is her chest, while her nipples are still pebbled. I ignore the urge to touch them, and let her snooze.
I’m longing for her to wake up so we can play some more, but when she gives a soft, drowsy sigh and her breathing deepens, I leave her to sleep. She must be exhausted after everything she’s been through today, poor thing. I ease away from her and pull the free side of the comforter over her lovely body.
Now, I’m gonna do something about my boner.
I’m gonna deal with my wolf, which is currently tearing me to shit.
And I’m going to try to figure out what the hell I’m going to do about Maya’s missing brother.
Hopefully in that order.
I step out of the cabin and close the door softly behind me.