I twist my hips, searching for the right angle, for more stimulation.
“Fuck,” Deke mutters. “Gotta taste you.” He drops to his knees behind me and spreads my legs wider and puts his mouth on me. His stubble scratches up my inner thighs as his tongue searches for my secret folds. I’m tipped to my front, nails digging into the wood, pushing my bottom back as I try to ride his face. It’s not the best angle, it’s a bit ridiculous, and I don’t care.
He growls and buries his face between my legs, holding my hips, half lifting me off the ground. “Fuck,” he says again and turns me to face him, propping me on the top of the deck railing at the same time. And then his dark head is between my legs again, my skirt flung up over my belly and bunching around my hips. My hands grip the railing, but Deke’s got me, somehow steading my legs as he eats me out. My thighs are propped over his big shoulders, his tongue is right there, and oh fudge….
I come, pleasure crashing down and making me bend double over his head. He shakes his head, scratching the sensitive skin of my inner thighs with his bristled cheeks before lapping at my pussy again. The chafing sensation is just this side of painful, and my abs clench with another wave of pleasure. And then I’m falling, wrung out, toppling over, totally boneless. Deke catches me, of course, and lifts me in his arms.
I hear footsteps and loud voices on the upper deck, but I’m too orgasm-drunk to care. I let my head loll against his shoulder as Deke carries me up the deck stairs swiftly and towards a side entrance back into the resort.
I hear a shocked giggle from someone who sees us, but I don’t know who it is.
“Too much champagne,” Deke tosses the explanation over his shoulder. I wave goodbye in whoever-it-is’ general direction and laugh against Deke’s t-shirt as he carries me over the threshold like a bride.
Deke
I have a hard time not growling at every person we pass on the way to the room. My wolf is damn pleased that I got her off, but the need to claim her is even stronger, especially with all the people around.
She tucks her head against my neck as I carry her, her breath even and smooth. She must be sleepy and relaxed from her orgasm.
Deposit the package and get out.
The thought forms in Rafe’s alpha bark.
Discipline is the only thing keeping us from moon madness.
I open the door to our room and tip Sadie down to her feet, giving her ass a light slap. “I need to get some fresh air,” I tell her.
She blinks at me, surprise and a touch of hurt flickering over her expression. “We were just outside.”
“I know. I need to go for a run. It’s, ah, the PTSD. I get restless, and it helps me sleep.”
Fuck, I feel like the biggest asshole for lying to her.
Sympathy sweeps over her features, and she reaches up to touch my face. I catch her hand and bring it to my lips before I can help myself. Her expression softens even more. “Is it okay with you? You’re okay here?”
“Yes, of course. I understand.”
Thank fuck. I change into a pair of gym shorts that I’d planned on sleeping in, but I don’t have running shoes, which is a bit suspicious. I settle for kicking off my shoes.
Sadie emerges from the bathroom where she washed her face and brushed her teeth. Her eyes fly wide when she sees my running attire. “Oh! Are you one of those barefoot runners?”
I didn’t know there was such a thing, but I nod. It’s not a lie.
“Wow. That’s incredible,” she breathes. “I’ve heard of it, and I understand the theory behind it, but it boggles my mind.”
Since I have no clue about the theories behind it, I move in and drop a light kiss on her forehead. “Don’t wait up.”
“Oh! Um, okay.”
I head for the door.
“You can sleep in the bed with me when you get back.” She sounds almost shy as she offers.
“Babe.” I don’t want to tell her no, but sleeping beside her is definitely not an option. Not if I want to keep her safe from me.
In fact, I don’t plan to come back to this room until the night is mostly over, and I’ve run myself into the ground.
I leave before she tempts me into staying longer and make a beeline for outside. I find a hiking trail and follow it away from the resort until it’s safe to strip and shift.
And then I take off up the mountain, running from Sadie. Running from myself.
Running until I’m sure it’s safe to come back.
Chapter 11
Sadie
I wake up in a warm bed. It’s morning already, and Deke’s side of the bed is empty. On his pillow there’s a note that reads “Gone for another run. Meet you at yoga.”