Chapter Five
Though she was exhausted, both from work and the run through the city, Summer forced her eyes to stay open in order to catalog and admire Fenrir’s body.
And what a body it was.
He would have looked too tall, except his broad shoulders, thick, tree-trunk-like legs, and the rest of his body were in perfect proportion. Including a hard cock that looked too big to be natural. His skin was pale, but that could be from avoiding the sun, or from his Norwegian heritage.
She’d been impressed moments ago by his size and strength while he’d been fully clothed. Without them, he had her pussy growing wet while her clit and nipples stiffened, begging to be touched, licked, whatever he wanted to do to them.
For the first time in weeks, she no longer felt exhausted.
When he turned to her with a soapy washcloth, she froze and dropped her eyes to the floor as she swayed with exhaustion.
“Like what you see, sweetness?” he asked as he began stroking the washcloth over her skin.
“Um, yes,” she whispered, as the washcloth quickly swiped over her shoulders, arms, back.
He was moving so fast she could hardly follow the movement, other than to recognize the nerves he left tingling in its wake. It wasn’t long before he eased her under the falling water to rinse off.
Once the soap had slipped down her body to circle the drain, he quickly rinsed and then guided her out of the shower. In minutes, he’d dried her and was pulling a t-shirt over her head. It was too big but was soft and covered her from neckline to midthigh.
As she watched him dry off and pull on a pair of boxer shorts, she took a deep breath. As she released it, she could feel her energy flow out of her toes, leaving her even more tired than before.
Fenrir studied her face for a second before sweeping her into his arms again.
“Whee,” she said as he carried her into the bedroom. She waved one arm in the air as if riding a bucking bull.
“Hold on,” he said when they reached the side of the bed.
Reacting automatically, she locked her hands together behind his neck before crying, “What’s happening?”
Fenrir bent and pulled the covers down before setting her down. “Shh, sweet Summer. Nothing’s happening. Go to sleep and we’ll take care of everything else in the morning.”
His voice was soothing and she rolled over, curling into her normal sleeping position. She took a deep breath and smiled as Fenrir’s scent filled her lungs. He smoothed the covers over her before dropping a kiss on her temple.
“Give me a hand,” he said, his tone gentle but with a thread of steel in it.
She pushed one arm out of the covers and smiled when he took it into his.
He kissed her palm and each of her fingertips starting with her thumb.
She giggled as he repeated the cycle with more kisses.
The third round was made with a small lick to each place, ending with a sharp prick to the pad of her pinkie.
“Oww!” she cried, opening her eyes to glare up at him. “You bit me.”
Fenrir did not respond to her accusation. She watched as he squeezed the sides of her finger, causing blood to well out of the injury. He then dragged his tongue up the full length of the digit, swiping up the blood he’d expressed from her body.
He made a humming purr as he seemed to save it before swallowing. “Delicious.”
He licked her finger again, and the lingering hurt from the prick slid away as if it had never been. After dropping one last kiss on the spot he’d injured, Fenrir gently tucked her arm back under the covers. He then leaned over until they were nose to nose and looked deep into her eyes.
“Sleep, my sweet mate. Close your eyes and rest.”
His voice sounded funny, deeper and more powerful than normal, but her body obeyed his instructions before her mind could question them.
For the first time since moving to New York City, Summer did not stay awake for hours worrying about money, her future, or whether she’d made a mistake coming to the city.
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With the taste of his mate’s blood fresh on his tongue, Fenrir left the bedroom. He was tempted to join her in the bed, but the scent of her arousal was too strong, pulling at his cock to take the next step in claiming his mate. And it was too soon for that.
Besides, there were quite a few last-minute plans to be finished before the hibernation began, and he needed to add choosing a security team for his mate to the list. He also needed to track down whoever it was who’d chased Summer to their door.
He just wasn’t sure if he should thank them for delivering his mate to him, or reprimand them harshly for scaring her.
Though she didn’t realize it, Summer Donovan’s life had changed in ways she might never understand or appreciate. He only hoped that in the next few days she would accept her place by his side as his mate. Otherwise, summer hibernation was going to be hell on both of them.
As her blood integrated into his body, his cock grew even harder and throbbed with an insistent pain that demanded immediate attention.
There was no way he would be able to concentrate with his body in this condition.
While he would prefer to come buried deep in her pussy, it was too soon in their relationship.
Especially since what his mate needed right now was sleep and care, not to be fucked until she couldn’t walk and then claimed before she’d fully accepted him.
Detouring by way of the kitchen, he grabbed a dishtowel from the drawer before closing himself into his office.
With a building full of available pussy for the hibernation, a hand job wouldn’t usually be his first choice, but with his mate now in his life, from now until eternity, no other pussy would do to slake his hunger.
Shoving his boxers down to mid-thigh, Fenrir sat in his office chair and wrapped one hand around his throbbing length. He clenched his jaw and hissed as he began to stroke his hand up and down the long thickness. It wasn’t nearly the same as a pussy, but for now it would have to do.
His eyes drifted shut as he stroked, his grip tightening and providing the pressure needed to move this procedure along. He remained almost clinical until he thought about Summer in the shower, her gorgeous curves wet, her nipples tight and the scent of her arousal filling the air.
In seconds, his lower back tightened and he could feel his orgasm rush through him. Tossing the towel over his cock and stroking hand, he grunted as his seed pulsed from his body, soaking the towel.
It took a few minutes to recover, and when he did, the last thing he wanted to do was deal with the stack of paperwork filling his inbox.
A sound caught his attention and he stood, pulling up his boxers as he left his office.
As he passed through the apartment, he waved his hand and turned out all the lights in the apartment, except the nightlight in the bathroom.
Entering the bedroom, he frowned when he realized Summer was rolling back and forth on the bed, shaking her head. When she cried out, he hurried to her, quickly crawling under the covers and pulling her into his arms.
“Shh, sweetness. It’s all right. You’re safe and here with me,” he murmured before adding just a tiny touch of mind control to his voice. “No more bad dreams.”
“‘Kay,” she breathed. She snuggled closer to his side and took a deep breath before she stilled with a sigh that ruffled the hairs covering his chest.
Fenrir adjusted her so his arm was around her and her head rested on his shoulder.
He then settled in for a few hours of sleep himself.
Though he normally didn’t sleep more than a few hours during the middle of the day, now that he’d found his mate, he would be happy to spend time in bed watching over her as she slept.