Chapter 267

Hannah

Noah set me down on the carpeted floor of his bedroom and moved to turn on the bedside lamp. I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room for a moment, feeling very much like a college student on her first one-night stand, and looked around.

The guest room Noah had been occupying lately bore all the hallmarks of him: the scent of his cologne, his rumpled clothes draped over the back of a chair, his leather loafers—perfectly polished and lined up beside each other—sitting by the door.

Speaking of which… For a moment, as I looked around the small room, my eyes flicked to the exit. I should leave, I thought, scratching my head. I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't…

“Hannah?”

The sound of his voice, still gravelly and thick from sleep, pulled me from my daze. I snapped my head around to see him standing beside the bed, the sheets rumpled. “Are you coming?” he asked, gesturing to the bed.

I hesitated for a moment, but only a moment—because the nearly full moon, emerging from behind a cloud, shone into the room as if peering in at us. I felt my wolf writhe in the depths of my stomach, urging me to go to him. And I did.

Noah lay down, holding the blankets up for me. I took a deep breath before straddling him, my cream silk nightgown pushing up and pooling around my thighs. Neither of us spoke, although I think even if we had, it would have been incoherent. My mind was numb, only one thought bursting to the surface: need him. Want him. Now.

I didn’t waste time pondering whether it was a bad idea. Leaning down, I captured his lips against mine again, savoring the taste of his lips and tongue. So familiar, yet so foreign at the same time. We had done this a thousand times before on our monthly intimacy nights, but still, my heart pounded a million miles a minute, and my legs trembled as I gently, slowly, lifted myself just enough to reach into the waistband of his pajama pants.

A soft exhale escaped him as I slipped my hand inside, stroking the warm member waiting for me. My other hand moved to stroke the corded muscles of his chest, my fingertips tracing the dips and mounds of each ab. Still, he didn’t speak, not even as I began stroking up and down his already-hard member. I didn’t speak either, just focused on keeping my mind quiet and empty.

His left hand came up to cup my breast, his palm warm through the thin lace of my nightgown. In the chilly air of the room, my nipples were already hard, gently poking through the lace. He paused to pinch one, eliciting a shiver from me, before his forefinger slipped beneath the strap of my gown and slipped it aside.

My breast fell out, almost as if it had a mind of its own. His lips found it first, then his tongue, swirling around the puckered skin. I bit my lower lip and gently pushed the waistband of his pants down, cupping his exposed member in one hand while my other hand moved aside my panties.

But before I could slip him inside, his thick arms wrapped so tightly around my waist that I almost couldn’t breathe. Suddenly, the room tilted, and a moment later I found myself on my back with him above me.

My eyes widened as he propped one hand up on the headboard—just like he had so many times before during our monthly intimacy nights, but it felt different now, not just an attempt to put some distance between our bodies but rather to get a good view.

Slowly, achingly, his rough fingers trailed down the front of my body, the tip of his cock hovering just out of reach of the wetness between my legs. First my throat, then my collarbone, then my exposed breast, then the soft silk covering my belly, and then my thighs.

He lingered there, right at the apex of my thighs, and his thumb gently pulled my panties away. The elastic stretched.

“Say it,” he whispered.

I quirked an eyebrow. “Say what?”

Noah released the elastic of my panties, and they snapped hard against my inner thigh. I flinched, biting my lower lip.

“You know,” he whispered, pulling the elastic out again.

I shook my head, squirming slightly beneath him. “I don’t. I—”

Snap. The elastic bit into the soft flesh of my thigh, causing a soft whimper to escape from somewhere deep in my throat. I looked up at him with doe eyes, genuinely confused. He clicked his tongue and shook his head.