The warmth did nothing to him as it was gone within a second of it landing in his stomach. Stupid, fucking wolf genes that stopped him from losing his own head.
Sofia climbed off the sofa. “I need to go for a walk.”
“I’m coming with you,” he said.
“Please, can’t I just go on my own? Please?”
“No.” He downed another glass of liquor. The burn for a split second, and then nothing. His body had already processed the alcohol. He had to wonder why humans even bothered. It wasn’t like he’d seen a person handle the aftermath of the liquor. If anything, it ruined people. Destroyed lives.
Sofia’s hands clenched into fists. “Fine. Whatever. Do what you want.” She shot him a glare that if it could, would have killed him. She stormed toward the main door, flinging it open.
Caspian waited a few seconds, allowing her the chance to take off, to have her tantrum, and once she had a good minute or so head start, he took after her, following the scent of her wolf.
She hadn’t changed, but he was completely intoxicated by her smell.
His mate.
His wolf wanted to mate with her. To strip her completely bare, to make love to every inch, to have her screaming his name.
Caspian stopped near a really old tree. The bark was splintered, and it looked like it had been shedding for a lifetime. He took a deep inhale and turned toward the left.
The sound of her running filled his senses, and the instinct to chase was too strong to deny. He took off, running through the trees, feeling the ground give just a little beneath the force of his steps. He felt the huge rush as it flooded his body, driving him wild. His heart raced and his cock hardened.
Chasing was in his core. Hunting for his woman, that was part of who he was, and now that he found her, he had no problems going after her.
He spotted her up ahead.
Sofia may be able to heal fast, but he could capture anyone, and Sofia was his.
Within seconds, he had his arms wrapped around her and tackled her.
She let out a gasp, but Caspian broke her fall, landing on the hard ground. He spun her around, grabbing her arms and pinning them above her head.
She cried out, but he captured the sound with his lips.
Her pussy smelled so damn good.
Breaking from her lips, he trailed his down to her neck, sucking on her pulse before he moved swiftly, pressing his face against her pussy, inhaling her.
“Caspian?”
“I know what you need.”
Turning his hand into a claw, he tore at her jeans, removing the offending fabric right out of the way, so he could see her beautiful pussy. His woman wore damn panties. One tug, and they were gone. Spreading her thighs, he put his hands on the lips of her sex and opened her up.
She was still a virgin, and he wasn’t going to have her first time be in the forest, but he wanted to hear her cries of pleasure.
Latching onto her clit, he sucked her into his mouth before gliding his tongue back and forth across the swollen bud.
Sofia rocked up against him, pressing her pussy against his face, begging him. The sounds she made were the sweetest he’d ever heard.
Letting go of her pussy, he slid his hands underneath her ass, squeezing the rounded cheeks, hard. She released another cry, but this one told him she was so close to coming, and he wanted to lap up every single drop of her juice.
Up and down, across, back and forth, he worked her, feeling her build up. When she finally did come, his name spilled from her lips, echoing throughout the forest, and he relished every second.
She rocked her pussy on his face, using her hands to hold him in place as she took her pleasure.
His cock was ready to burst through his pants, but he kept control. After dropping a kiss down to her clit one final time, he got to his feet and picked her up.
“Thank you,” Sofia said.
Her hand went to his cheek, and he smiled down at her.
“That’s just the beginning, baby.”
Chapter Six
The following morning, Sofia stared at a sleeping Caspian. When he’d carried her out of the forest, claiming that was just the beginning, she expected him to make love to her the moment they got to the cabin. He’d taken her to the shower, where he’d washed her body, quite thoroughly. Her cheeks heated at the memory of his hands on her ass, spreading her cheeks wide as he cleaned there. She’d never had anyone clean … any part of her.
None of the pack liked her.
She pushed those thoughts right out of her head, and instead, looked at Caspian. He looked so peaceful.
After the shower, they’d sat and he’d read her a book.