Hunting Season: Werewolf Bodyguard Romance (Guarded by the Shifter Book 1) by Kate Rudolph (new reading TXT) 📗

With deceptive calm, he placed his arm along the back of the sofa and slid it onto Stasia's shoulders.

Em made another noise, and if he knew her better he might have glared, but he had a feeling that things would go better for him if Stasia's sister liked him.

He wanted to trail his lips up Stasia's neck and taste her soft skin, but that was going too far and no blanket would hide the sin. He tried to think of a reason, any reason, to get Em out of the room, but it wasn't going to happen.

Stasia traced her fingers on his thigh, the small movement driving him crazy. She was a wicked temptress.

The movie went on for longer, and Owen followed along as well as he could, laughing along with the sisters while Stasia tortured him with her fingers, at one point getting brave enough to brush up against his cock.

And then the credits began to roll and the streaming service prompted them to watch the movie's sequel.

"Do you want to keep watching?" Stasia looked over at Em as if she didn't have her fingers half an inch from Owen's balls.

Em stared at both of them like they were crazy. "Ew, no, I can practically smell the pheromones. You two are like teenagers."

Maybe that was true, but she didn't have to say it.

Stasia stiffened against him, and he feared she was going to pull away. But she didn't even move her hand when she responded. "You're just jealous I've got a hot guy."

She thought he was hot. Yeah, he liked that. A lot.

Em rolled her eyes. "I'm going to bed." She left the two of them on the couch without another word.

All alone. Finally. Now Owen could take what he'd craved all night. He leaned in, but Stasia stopped him with a hand on his chest.

"No?" Had he misread the situation?

But Stasia ran her hand up his thigh again, brushing against his cock, and he groaned, no longer worried about Em figuring out what they were doing.

Stasia nodded to the library's entrance. "My sister will pass right by the door if she needs to go downstairs." The doors were glass paneled and hid nothing. "Why don't we head to my room?"

Fuck yes. He didn't bother to ask her if she was sure. The look on her face and the feel of her hand told him that. They both wanted this, they'd wanted it for what seemed like forever, even if they'd only known each other for two days.

Two days? Two centuries? It didn't matter. Owen knew what he was feeling was real, and he wasn't going to worry about it being too fast. He only hoped she was feeling just as strongly as he was.

They let the blanket fall away as they stood, and Owen couldn't resist it, his wolf surfacing just enough to have him scooping Stasia off her feet and marching her to her room.

Chapter Fourteen

Stasia was a woman possessed.

She clung to Owen as he carried her to her room and made a sound of surprise when he slammed the door with a less than gentle kick. This wasn't her. She didn't do things like this. But when it came to Owen, there was a wild thing inside of her that demanded to be let out.

She wanted to play.

She wanted him.

And she was sick of denying herself.

Her life was going crazy. She didn't know who was after her or what the next week would bring. She couldn't count on anything, but she was going to count on this. Even if all the heat boiling between them fizzled out in the morning, she'd have tonight. She'd know what it felt like for Owen to be hers.

He let her drop down to the bed and loomed over her. Stasia stared up at him, wondering how she'd gotten so lucky.

Her whole body was tight with want, breasts heavy, sex aching to be filled. She was already wet and they'd barely done anything. Owen had cast a spell, and she never wanted it to be broken, not if it felt like this.

He was about to climb on top of her when something took hold of Stasia and she grinned. "Wait."

"What?" He didn't exactly look concerned, but she sensed a thread of worry, as if he thought she might call this whole thing off before it got started.

Yeah, right. The building would need to be on fire, seriously on fire, for her to stop now. "I want to see you naked." She'd been imagining it since she'd seen him in the towel. Hell, since she'd first laid eyes on him, but now she was sure it was going to happen and she wanted to look her fill. She scooted back on the bed and rested on her elbows, a queen in repose.

He took a step closer, almost on the bed. "That's the goal." His voice had gone gruff, full of sensual promise.

"No. Now." It felt a little wrong to take control like this. She was his boss, sort of. But, if anything, the wrongness made this whole thing ten times hotter.

Was she discovering a new kink? Or was it just Owen?

His eyes lit up when she gave the command. If this was a kink, at least Owen was right there with her. He reached a hand behind his head and pulled off his black t-shirt to reveal that chest that had been driving her crazy. His muscles rippled, and she was almost certain he was flexing, showing off.

Stasia loved it.

His hair was long enough to hang in front of his eyes, having lost the hold of whatever gel he used, and it gave him a playful air. He wasn't a playboy set on seduction. No playboy smiled that openly.

And then his pants came off and Stasia forgot how to breathe.

She'd seen cocks before. She'd had boyfriends. And she was an emergency room doctor. People did weird things with their private parts and she'd seen it all.

But Owen still made