please.”
“Scoot over.” He pulled his hand from mine, stripped quickly and then climbed in beside me, spooning up to me with an arm around my waist, letting his fingers splay across my belly. When he nuzzled at my neck and whispered, “You sleep,” I did.
At least, I did for a bit, a couple of hours, maybe, before the nightmares came back. Somewhere in the night, he’d fallen asleep and rolled his back to me. Abandoned me to the madness.
I woke up to the sound of my own voice screaming, “Brett! No! Oh, God, no! Brett!”
That jolted Hood from any rest he’d been having. Within seconds, he was over the top of my thrashing, had turned me from my belly to my back, pinned my hands so I wouldn’t pummel him and was saying, “Giselle!”
When my eyes came open to the realization that I’d been through it all again, and once more he’d come to my rescue, I started the crying that I’d been holding in, telling him in a whimper, “I hate this.”
Hood released me immediately, as soon as he realized I was really awake, and dropped down to kiss my temple, and curl me up to his chest, snuggling me over him like a blanket, wrapping his arm around my back. He cocooned me and crooned, “I’m gonna figure out a way to stop this.”
Crying into his chest, I said softly, “Just kill me.”
His arm tightened and I thought his heart skipped a beat, but I must’ve been imagining that.
It took me ages to stop the sniffling. When I did, he kissed the top of my head.
I swiped at the wetness on his chest that my tears had caused, and pressed my cheek over the spot. I love his chest. Big, strong, firm. Solid ribcage, thick, corded muscles. It’s odd, because he appears tall and thin when he’s up and dressed.
Pressing my lips to him, I whispered, “I missed you.”
He chuckled. “Because you don’t sleep. Tell the truth, you just miss the bed partner.”
That irritated me. It wasn’t like I couldn’t get half the male population of Lobos in my bed. Maybe all the male population. All you had to do was crook a little finger or swish your tail. I propped myself up and looked at him with my annoyance. “That’s it exactly.”
I could have sworn his heart skipped another beat under the hand I had still on his chest.
“If I’d stayed away another day, who would you have slept with?” His gaze was hard.
We both knew that three days was about my limit.
“Why didn’t you stay away another day and find out?”
He lifted his arms and tucked them behind his head, taking his time in answering. He closed his eyes and said, “Maybe I was just being considerate. Did you ever think about that?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I smacked his chest with a small thump of my hand. “You’re a son of a bitch, you know?” I turned to get out of bed. Four hours sleep was enough.
Hood grabbed my wrist though, before I managed it. “Don’t go. I’m still tired.”
“So?” I pulled my hand from his grip. It never occurred to me that he didn’t sleep much either when he was away from me.
God, he was beautiful. The duvet had slipped down, and barely covered his manhood. In the dim light before dawn, I could see the planes of his upper torso, shadowed ridges and the spiraling hair that made its way from his navel, disappearing beneath the blanket. In human form, Hood was not hairy at all--which really is crazy, considering he was born a wolf. He sure didn’t spend much time in that form. Or maybe he did--when he was away from me. I never considered that he left me so he could be like that. Not then, anyway.
“Don’t be a bitch, Giselle.”
“If I am, you’re the one that made me that way.”
His lip turned up a little. “If you want to get into the semantics--”
“Fuck you.” I didn’t care
“Scoot over.” He pulled his hand from mine, stripped quickly and then climbed in beside me, spooning up to me with an arm around my waist, letting his fingers splay across my belly. When he nuzzled at my neck and whispered, “You sleep,” I did.
At least, I did for a bit, a couple of hours, maybe, before the nightmares came back. Somewhere in the night, he’d fallen asleep and rolled his back to me. Abandoned me to the madness.
I woke up to the sound of my own voice screaming, “Brett! No! Oh, God, no! Brett!”
That jolted Hood from any rest he’d been having. Within seconds, he was over the top of my thrashing, had turned me from my belly to my back, pinned my hands so I wouldn’t pummel him and was saying, “Giselle!”
When my eyes came open to the realization that I’d been through it all again, and once more he’d come to my rescue, I started the crying that I’d been holding in, telling him in a whimper, “I hate this.”
Hood released me immediately, as soon as he realized I was really awake, and dropped down to kiss my temple, and curl me up to his chest, snuggling me over him like a blanket, wrapping his arm around my back. He cocooned me and crooned, “I’m gonna figure out a way to stop this.”
Crying into his chest, I said softly, “Just kill me.”
His arm tightened and I thought his heart skipped a beat, but I must’ve been imagining that.
It took me ages to stop the sniffling. When I did, he kissed the top of my head.
I swiped at the wetness on his chest that my tears had caused, and pressed my cheek over the spot. I love his chest. Big, strong, firm. Solid ribcage, thick, corded muscles. It’s odd, because he appears tall and thin when he’s up and dressed.
Pressing my lips to him, I whispered, “I missed you.”
He chuckled. “Because you don’t sleep. Tell the truth, you just miss the bed partner.”
That irritated me. It wasn’t like I couldn’t get half the male population of Lobos in my bed. Maybe all the male population. All you had to do was crook a little finger or swish your tail. I propped myself up and looked at him with my annoyance. “That’s it exactly.”
I could have sworn his heart skipped another beat under the hand I had still on his chest.
“If I’d stayed away another day, who would you have slept with?” His gaze was hard.
We both knew that three days was about my limit.
“Why didn’t you stay away another day and find out?”
He lifted his arms and tucked them behind his head, taking his time in answering. He closed his eyes and said, “Maybe I was just being considerate. Did you ever think about that?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I smacked his chest with a small thump of my hand. “You’re a son of a bitch, you know?” I turned to get out of bed. Four hours sleep was enough.
Hood grabbed my wrist though, before I managed it. “Don’t go. I’m still tired.”
“So?” I pulled my hand from his grip. It never occurred to me that he didn’t sleep much either when he was away from me.
God, he was beautiful. The duvet had slipped down, and barely covered his manhood. In the dim light before dawn, I could see the planes of his upper torso, shadowed ridges and the spiraling hair that made its way from his navel, disappearing beneath the blanket. In human form, Hood was not hairy at all--which really is crazy, considering he was born a wolf. He sure didn’t spend much time in that form. Or maybe he did--when he was away from me. I never considered that he left me so he could be like that. Not then, anyway.
“Don’t be a bitch, Giselle.”
“If I am, you’re the one that made me that way.”
His lip turned up a little. “If you want to get into the semantics--”
“Fuck you.” I didn’t care
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