CHAPTER ELEVEN

 

It felt hedonistic to be awoken by sunlight streaming through the window, rather than an alarm. She couldn’t remember when she’d felt more alive. Like she’d been plugged into a charger overnight and was ready to devour the day.

The feel of Adam’s hard body snuggling in against hers was even more luxurious. The man was a human furnace. Wait…a half-human furnace.

Simone turned to look at him. In sleep he lost all his sharpness, all the anger that seemed to be his foundation. Awake he was handsome. Asleep he was beautiful. And the weirdness of him being a wolf shifter, which should have made her run a mile, simply made him even more gorgeous.

Unable to resist touching him again, she ran her fingers down his cheek. He stirred, hauling in a deep breath, and then opened his eyes to impale her with their sweet silvery color. As he smiled, he speared her hair with his fingers and pulled her into a tender kiss.

Without thinking, she curled her leg around his and pulled him harder against her. She’d always been hot-blooded, but it only took a few seconds under Adam’s spell to turn her into a total pleasure whore. But when he ran his hand down to her shoulder and touched his mark, she squealed with pain.

“Hey, watch it, asshole.”

His smile was even more beautiful when it was all fun and no arrogance. “Sorry, little one. But I promise, the sting is worth it.” He leaned in and kissed her throat, gliding seamlessly down to her breasts and nipping at the soft skin there.

“You bad boy. Stop that.”

“Stop? I don’t understand that word.”

Simone scratched him lightly behind the ear. He moaned so softly it was almost impossible to resist him.

“God, you’re beautiful, Simone.” He kissed his way to her plump belly and nipped at her flesh, tracing her stretch marks with his fingers. “Every damn inch of you.”

The break in Adam’s voice as he praised her was even more magical than the words themselves. He worshipped her tummy like other men worshipped tits. Out in the real world, she’d been reminded plenty of times—by strangers, mostly—that it was her duty to keep it hidden. Adam’s hunger for her size went against, well…everyone. And as wonderful as that felt, it was also a little bit scary.

As he lapped at the inside of her thigh, his cell phone rang out, and he growled again. The vibration of his voice against her sensitive skin gave her a fresh burst of pleasure.

“You gonna get that?” She couldn’t keep the hint of moan out of her voice. He was such a temptation.

“That would mean I’d have to stop this.” He bit into her skin, driving sparks of need through her body.

As hard as it was to resist, though, she needed a break. Everything seemed so bright, so clear, so amped. It was tough to process anything with the incredible scent of Adam filling her mind. She needed a little time away from the black magic of this man’s cock. And tongue. And hands, and teeth, and everything.

“No, no, no.” It took everything she had, but she pushed him away and forced her thighs together, stretching across to his phone. “After all, Mister Surgeon, it could be an emergency call. A genuine one, this time.”

He growled again, this time with a frown instead of a smile. Simone bit her lip, then answered the call.

“Adam’s phone, Simone speaking.”

For a second there was nothing but silence on the other end. Then a voice she could already recognize as Magda’s came through. And there was no mistaking the disgust in her tone.

“May I speak to Adam please, human?”

“My name is Simone.”

“I really don’t need to know.”

There were a million responses running through Simone’s mind, but she didn’t want to spoil whatever relationship might still be alive between Adam and his parents. Maybe it was dead, but she wasn’t going to bury it any further. She held the phone out and faced the wall until he took it from her.

“Hello?” He spun his legs off the side of the bed and sat stiffly as he listened. “You have some nerve, mother. Well, I’m afraid today is just not good for me. My mate and I—yes, she is, whether you accept it or not—”

The conflict of emotions that ran through Simone was so difficult to understand. The last thing she wanted was to break up his family. But the passion in his voice when he called her his mate sent thrills through every inch of her body.

“No, mother. It just so happens we’re going for a picnic today, so I won’t be able…at Everson’s Glade, if you must know.” He stood, giving Simone a perfect view of that perfect ass. “Yes, I already know how you feel about everything, mother. Especially converting. Goodbye.”

He disconnected the call and spun back to Simone. Before he could speak she held up her hand to stop him.

“What did they want now?”

“She claimed they wanted to make peace with me. I strongly suspect they wanted to make pieces of me.” He prowled forward, his hunger for her showing in every move. “So, where were we?”

“What was that about a picnic?” She still wasn’t quite ready for the power of his need for her.

“I had to come up with something.” He stopped as he came level with her eyes. “Wait, did you actually want to?”

“You did promise to show me around town.” She reached down and squeezed his magnificent cock. “And I’ve already seen this part.”

“You’ll be feeling it in several different places if you don’t stop that.”

“Shh. Picnic.”

He growled at her again. “There had better be some damn al fresco fucking on the menu.”

She winked at him. “If it’s out of town, then I’m afraid I can only let you take me in the butt.”

Adam pressed his thumb to her clit as he kissed her, moaning with obvious want, then just as suddenly broke contact at both ends.

“Hey, asshole. No fair.”

“You’re not the only one who can tease, little one.”

Damn that man. Despite her reservations, he had her pussy aching with need again. If they didn’t get outside and on the road to this Everson’s Glade place, and soon, then she just might weaken and leap onto his cock yet again.