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Wild and Free (The Three #3) Page 12
Author: Kristen Ashley

Cocky

Delilah

I was on my back in the leaves, the stars overhead, Abel’s hands curved around my ribs, yanking me down, his face between my legs.

He was sucking, deep and hungry, at my clit.

Glorious.

He stopped and buried his tongue inside.

My lips parted and my back arched. His fingers tightened and he drove me down harder on his mouth.

Yes.

His mouth opened on my clit again, tongue lapping, then came the suction.

I dug my heels in his back, feeling it coming, knowing it was going to be sublime.

He stopped, surged over me, his tongue bathing my neck, his cock ramming inside.

I felt his teeth tear through, my blood surging into his mouth, and my climax was on me.

“Abel, baby,” I moaned.

* * * * *

“What?”

My eyes opened and I immediately blinked at the unknown pillowcase my head was resting on.

“What?”

The question came again. I looked beyond the pillowcase and saw him sitting back in the armchair, the light next to him on, his legs straight, ankles crossed, head up, eyes open and on me.

And it hit my foggy mind for the first time that he was beautiful, every lean, scarred, amazing inch of him.

“What?” I parroted sleepily.

He lifted up and forward, bending his knees and putting his elbows to them, his gaze never leaving me.

“You called my name,” he told me.

“I did?” I asked.

“Yeah.”

“I was asleep.”

He studied me with a look in my still-hazy-with-sleep mind that seemed a mingling of intent, amused and pained.

But all he said was “Yeah.”

I pushed up to a forearm, lifting my hand to pull the hair away from my face, watching him watch my hand do this and also seeing the pain intensify on his features.

Weird.

I dropped my hand and his eyes followed it before they moved back to my face.

When they did, I asked, “I was talking in my sleep?”

“You said, ‘Abel, baby.’”

Oh shit.

His head tipped to the side. “Good dream?”

“I…I don’t remember.” And I didn’t, for which I was glad, but also kinda not.

“Too bad,” he muttered, pushing to his feet and moving toward the bathroom area.

I shifted up to a hand in the bed, pulling the covers to my chest as I did so even though I was in his shirt, which was way big on me and provided excellent coverage.

In this position, I watched him go to the medicine cabinet, open it, and take something out, then turn and walk back to me, all the while talking.

“Didn’t get the wolf. Lost his scent at the bay. You talk to your dad this morning, got nothin’ else to give him.”

“That’s not good news,” I replied.

“No.” He stopped by the bed and tossed something on it. My eyes went to it as he finished, “It’s not.”

But I was staring at the new toothbrush in its wrapping sitting on the bed, my mind blank of everything. Absolutely everything. Everything but that fucking toothbrush.

“Givin’ you ten minutes,” he stated.

My head snapped up, the talons suddenly gripping my throat from the inside strangling me as I watched him start to turn.

Thus I had to force out my “A new toothbrush?”

He stopped turning and looked back down at me.

“Yeah, unless you wanna use mine, which I prefer you didn’t.”

I snatched it up in a grip so tight, the plastic buckled in my palm.

“A new toothbrush?” I demanded, my voice vibrating with extreme pissed-offedness.

His expression cleared, but his attention increased as he slowly and cautiously said, “Uh…yeah.”

It was then his words from the night before blasted through my head.

Helped I was fuckin’ her at the time, but yeah, she did. Bitch begs me to bite her. Seein’ as I need the blood, it works for me.

“You get a lot of company?” I asked in a way his only choice of answer was a firm, unwavering “Fuck no.”

Unfortunately, he didn’t answer that way.

I watched his body brace as I heard his lips say “Shit.”

I threw the covers back and jumped out of bed, leaning toward him, shouting, “Wrong answer!”

“Delilah—”

I interrupted whatever he was going to say by raising my arm and throwing the toothbrush at him. It bounced off his chest and landed on the floor as I started yelling.

“You fed from someone you fucked and you did that yesterday! The day you met me!” He lifted his hands like he was going to touch me, so I threw one of mine out, batting his away, shouting, “Don’t touch me!”

“I didn’t know you yesterday,” he pointed out.

“So?” I snapped.

“Take a breath, Delilah,” he ordered.

“Fuck that,” I retorted, then demanded, “Why do you have an extra toothbrush?”

“You don’t want the answer to that,” he answered.

“Ding, ding, ding!” I yelled. “Wrong answer again!” Then I kept going. “Did I sleep in a bed last night where you fucked other women?”

“It won’t happen again,” he stated.

Oh my God!

“Damn straight it won’t!” I shot back loudly.

“Even if it’s to my peril, I think it’s pertinent to point out at this juncture that you’re in a serious fucking jealous rage and I haven’t even kissed you yet.”

I snapped my mouth shut.

He watched me do this before he grinned.

My stomach flipped over.

Oh yeah, he was beautiful.

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