The Hunger (The Lycans 3)

And it looked like I’d gotten more than I bargained for. But God, I was grateful to finally find out where I came from.

“We will speak with my father, Banner. He can help ye. We have a male who is the record keeper for all history of the Scottish Lycan Clan. If yer father is one of us, we’ll find out who he is and where he’s at. I promise I will no’ stop until we get the answers ye seek.”

I closed my eyes as Caelan’s words from last night played through my head. I’d been thinking about them over and over again. If he could actually help me find out about my parental side, it would be a dream come true. And even if we didn’t find out any information, the fact that he was willing to help me, to not stop until we found something or exhausted all avenues, had me feeling this kind of turning point toward him.

I didn’t see him as my kidnapper or captor.

I saw him as a partner.

I thought about how he’d washed quickly this morning, how I’d tried to sneak a peek into the bathroom and watch his gloriously naked body dripping with water. I should have felt shame for wanting to invade his privacy, to be a voyeur, even if he wouldn’t have seen me as such, even if he would have crooked that finger at me and urged me inside. So I stayed away, kept taking out my clothes and shoving them back inside my backpack, trying to keep busy… to keep my mind off other things.

So here we were, the last forty-eight hours a whirlwind of excitement and fear, anticipation and pleasure. I was almost afraid to see what the future would bring.

I found myself turning back toward that open doorway and watching as he loaded up the last of the things he wanted to take. It wasn’t like we had much of anything. I didn’t, at least, but I assumed he wanted to get the house back in the order it had been before he brought me here.

It was a beautiful day, with the sun actually peeking through the trees and not overcast like it had been as soon as I landed in Scotland, and because Caelan had been constantly moving around, I didn’t miss the way this really sexy, light sheen of sweat covered his forehead.

That familiar heat I realized was reserved just for Caelan and his presence woke up once more. My overactive libido was starting to get a little bit insane, if I was being honest. I didn’t know if it was the whole mate thing, or if it was that my wolf side had finally woken up. This need just seemed to be growing by the second, and no amount of orgasms Caelan gave me seemed to tame the fire that was building inside me.

I felt like the pleasure he gave me just made me want him even more.

In fact, right now I was so wet, drenched, that between my thighs was slippery. My nipples were hard and ultrasensitive as they pressed against my T-shirt. I looked down at my clothing, my jeans and shirt, the only pair I had since I’d walked into that forest and never walked back out. But they were clean now, as clean as they could be for someone who had to wash them by hand and let them air-dry. And that someone had been Caelan.

He was big and strong, an alpha in all ways, and I was finding out he was a gentle giant with me. He was so caring and loving when it concerned all things that had to do with taking care of me. It was very clear he wanted to take care of me, and… I liked it.

Before meeting Caelan, I’d had zero interest in men. I had no desire for dating, touching, kissing… anything. It just hadn’t been a priority.

But everything was so different now, and I just didn’t care to try to refrain or hold back from exploring all of this. Hence why I had absolutely no problem giving myself over to Caelan. I opened my eyes, not knowing I’d closed them, and when I saw that Caelan stood just a few feet from me, my eyes flared in surprise. His big body barely fit through the doorway, his chest rising and falling from exertion, although he hadn’t been doing anything to cause this reaction in him.

He’s like this because of me.

I heard him inhale deeply, caught the lingering sound of the deep rumble that I was now accustomed to hearing when he was aroused. The sound vibrated all around me, pulling the hairs up on my arms, making my nipples pucker even farther. I let my gaze travel across his broad shoulders, down his wide chest, and lower to his narrow hips. The T-shirt he wore was light gray, molding to his muscular body. I felt even more wetness spill between my thighs, and I clenched them together, my lips slick and sliding against each other, which rubbed along my clit and pulled a gasp of sensation from my mouth.