Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75388 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75388 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
I jump to my feet at the same time Hassen does, and I move near the front of the cave, peeking out. There is another thud, and in the distance, I see a fur-covered form standing near a pair of the pink, bendy trees. He’s muttering to himself and digging in the snow, a pair of carcasses at his feet.
A moment later, I feel Hassen’s hand tighten on my shoulder. “Taushen.”
“I see that,” I whisper. He’s probably about a hundred feet away, but I still feel completely conspicuous, given that we’re standing in the entrance of the nearest hunter cave. If he comes by here, he’ll see us. “Are we in trouble?”
“No,” he tells me, and I feel his thumb move against the furs covering my body, like he wants to stroke my skin. “He will not come here. He is burying his kills in the cache nearby.”
“Pretty sure if he sees us, that will be bad,” I say to Hassen. He’s in exile and not supposed to be hanging out. And me? I’m pretty sure if they find out I’m here with him, I’ll be assigned a watchdog back at the cave that won’t let me go anywhere without asking permission. Fuck that.
“Then be quiet,” Hassen murmurs. His hand slides to my waist, and I shiver. I can feel the heat of his big body pressing against mine. We’re a few feet inside the doorway, hiding in the shadows, and I have one hand gripping the hard bone edge of the privacy screen. I tell myself it’s so I can quickly fling it up in case Taushen looks in this direction, but I’m probably lying. With Hassen’s closeness, have a feeling that if I let go of this thing, I’ll just melt to the ground in a puddle of goo. Needy, needy goo.
“What should we do?” I whisper.
“We put the screen up and we wait for him to leave.” His voice is soft and low, and I’m pretty sure I just felt him brush my hair off of one shoulder. I’m pretty sure that’s making me all hot and bothered, too.
I force my fingers to unclench off of the screen and put it up. It’s not a perfect fit and I can still see out into the snow, where Taushen is digging, completely oblivious to the fact that Hassen and I are hiding a short distance away.
I hear Hassen take in a deep breath.
No wait, he’s sniffing.
Is he sniffing my hair?
Oh, god, why is that so freaking hot? His hand is still on my waist, and I’m acutely aware of its presence. He’s not moving it, and I really, really wish he would. But he’s not moving at all. He’s just standing with his front pressed to my back, like a big, sexy shadow.
Then, as if he can hear my thoughts, his hand on my hip moves. I feel him pull up my fur coverings, and in the next moment, his warm fingers brush over my belly.
I suck in a breath when his hand immediately goes to the waistband of my leggings and he pushes into the front of it. And I whimper when he presses his head against mine and nips at my ear. “Silence, Mah-dee.”
Right. Silence. “I’ll be quiet.”
“We do not want him to hear us,” Hassen murmurs, and his tongue brushes against the shell of my ear, sending shivers through my body. His big hand cups my pussy and I have to stifle my groan. Silence. Right. Must be silent. “You would not want him to watch.”
For some reason, those words make me look out across the snow, to where Taushen is. He’s standing with his hands on his hips, his back to us, tail moving. Maybe he’s taking a break from digging, or maybe he’s about to turn around and come over here.
If he did, he’d find me with Hassen’s hand down my pants.
And that hand, coupled with the fact that we might get caught?
It makes me so incredibly wet.
I bite down on my lower lip when Hassen’s big fingers glide through my slick folds. “Quiet,” Hassen tells me again, though his voice is strained. “You will be quiet when I touch you?”
“T-totally s-silent,” I manage, even though I feel like I’m about to climb out of my own skin. I’m frozen in place, staring at Taushen, half-daring him to turn around, half-horrified that he might.
Hassen’s other arm goes under my furs, and then he’s pushing down my leather bra-band and cupping my breast. I bite back my moan and sag against him as his fingers stroke my pussy. God, this isn’t fair…and I don’t want it to be. I should be pissed that he’s taking advantage of the situation, but all I can think is that this is exactly what I wanted, with a tease of voyeurism thrown in to boot.