Wolf Broken (Wolfish 2)

If only he knew how wrong he is.

We hop back over the gurgling stream and head back toward the cave. As soon as we’re within eyesight of it I spot Rory and Marlowe standing just outside the entrance, waiting for us. Kaleb and I walk up to them, and smiles radiate off all three of the guys at once.

“Ready?” Rory asks as he reaches for my hand.

When I step inside the mouth of the cave, I’m absolutely blown away. Lining the walls of the cavern are dozens and dozens of pillar candles drenching the cave in a golden, flickering light. In the middle of the cavern are several soft piles of blankets lumped up into cozy-looking, warm little nests. It’s far more intimate than I imagined.

“And …” Marlowe says as he reaches for something else. “We brought food.”

He holds out a charcuterie board that is so deliciously piled with savory meats and cheeses that it makes me start salivating. Rory pulls a couple of bottles out of one of the backpacks.

“And wine,” he smiles.

“Of course,” I say, half laughing.

I remember the sweet, red drink from a similar bottle at the mansion that Romulus was pouring into glasses while we sat by the fire. I don’t know what exactly it is, but I know it is delectable.

If I end up staying with them as long as I plan to, I’m going to end up a wine connoisseur. It’s inevitable.

Even though I’ve teased the boys most of the way up here, I can’t help the genuine smile that breaks out across my own face.

“Come on,” Kaleb says as he pulls me down onto one of the mounds of blankets and Marlowe lays the platter of food in front of us. Rory wastes no time and starts pouring the drinks. I feel like a princess in my own personal cave with my own personal trio of devoted dragons, or in this case, wolves.

We eat,

and talk, and laugh, and drink wine until everything starts to feel warm—both inside and out. There are so many blankets that Marlowe can push them up into soft, little mountains for us to lay against until we’re all tangled up in a comfortable heap against each other.

Kaleb is on one side of me and Marlowe is on the other, my back leaned up against Rory who’s leaning against the mountain of blankets. It grows so warm that I have to take Kaleb’s hoodie off, even with the cold air coming in from outside.

Being in-between all of the guys is like being near the sun.

Their heat emanates from their bodies and envelops me in warmth. In fact, between the wine, their bodies, and the pulsing heat from all the candles; I feel myself getting heated in more ways than one.

When I turn my head toward Kaleb, he kisses me and the taste of his tongue in my mouth lights my senses on fire. When I turn my face to Marlowe, he sweeps the stray strands of hair from my cheek and holds my face as he kisses me too, our open mouths colliding as we push away any space between us. I lean back against Rory and I can feel his desire pulsing against the back of my tailbone. Tonight is a moment more full of tantalizing longing than I ever thought possible.

“Aww man,” Marlowe says, looking like he’s just remembered something. “We left the bag with the clothes in the car.”

“Clothes?” I say. I’d gotten so caught up in the moment that I hadn’t noticed.

“Shit,” Kaleb says as he gets up. “Whelp, let’s go grab it.”

Marlowe stands up along with him.

“Are you guys sure you want to go all the way back to the car now?” I ask. “I can sleep in this and we can go grab the back in the morning if you want.”

“Nah, we’ll go get it,” Kaleb says as the two of them are already almost out the opening of the cave. “We brought you the softest shirt to sleep in.” He grins and I smile back at them both. “It’s not perfect, but given the circumstances, it’ll have to do.”

I can hear what they can’t say, what they’re really like.

Nothing. That’s what I should be wearing.

“So,” Rory says as he nuzzles up against the back of my neck. “What do you think, did we do a good job?”

I turn around until our faces touch and get ready to answer him with a resounding yes … but I can’t say anything to him at all because the instant I open my mouth to speak, he thrusts his tongue inside. I didn’t need the candlelight and cozy cave to make me feel enraptured by Rory, I already felt that way.

He turns my body, guiding his hands around my torso until I’m sitting up against his lap, facing him. His arms wrap around me and I lean into him as both of our chests heave against each other.

I can feel him; he wants me.