A Wolf in Sheep's Clothing

Chapter 16: The Relief

An alarm pulls me out of fitful sleep with an abruptness that makes me nearly fall out of the bed. I'm perfectly aware, even as consciousness rushes toward me, that I'm not alone. I've barely moved in the last couple hours, when sleep came and went. My sore neck is proof. I lunge out of the covers and stumble around the small living quarters, knocking bits of armor off the small desk in search of my wristcomm.

"What the fuck is that?" Kuruk's voice is groggy and low, and it stirs something hot in my gut.

"Sorry. Shower alarm." My heart races and my lungs desperately suck down air.

I finally find my wristcuff and blindly turn off the alarm. It isn't until I lay back down in the bed that I realize my shirt has come up in my sleep. It's scrunched up under my breasts now, rather than tucked into my pants. But Kuruk doesn't give me time to adjust it. His arm wraps around my waist and rolls me over to face him. I have to push my wild hair out of his way as he yanks me against his chest. Our bare stomachs touch, and I suck in a little breath.

Kuruk makes a noise in his throat. "We need to schedule you refresher time. 'Swrong to have to wake up in the middle of the night." His words slur a little with sleepiness.

His lips press against my forehead, then my cheeks and nose, leaving wet tingles in their wake. When they find their way to my own lips, he presses gently without opening his mouth. Then pulls away only to come right back. Over and over, until I can't find my breath anywhere and my body awakens with heat.

"You're such a tease." I gasp out when he pulls back.

A deep grunt rumbles in his chest, and his hands push my shoulders as he shifts his body. Everything from his stomach down presses against me, and his hands thread themselves in my hair on either side of my head. I whimper, unable to put my emotions together. I want him closer, but his movement was fast and erratic, sending a bit of panic into my muscles. I stiffen under him, and he doesn't give me a chance to relax before lowering his lips to mine.

It's like explosives going off all over again. My mind spins with dizziness as he presses into my mouth, his tongue powerful and demanding. His teeth bite down on my lower lip. Not hard, but enough that I feel a slight pinch. A hot lightning bolt shoots down my spine in response to the sensation. A crazed sound comes out of my throat and passes into his mouth. My body jerks up toward his.

One of his hands dips down and grabs onto my waist. His fingers dig into my flesh. It burns. And the heat travels downward to my aching core. His hand slides up until it touches the bottom of my shirt. Then it keeps going. The tip of his finger grazes the soft flesh under my breast. My muscles around the area spasm. His touch is so light and delicate over such a sensitive area- even more sensitive than the rest of my body. I gasp loudly, and he pulls away from my face a few inches. His hips press down against mine, putting pressure on my aching mound. My gasp turns into a sound I try to catch in my throat.

"That is a tease," He says lightly.

His weight is pulled off me, and he lays back down on the bed next to me. I tremble and pant until he wraps his arms around me and pulls me to my side. I yank my shirt back down, and throw my hair back over my shoulder. This position, with me on my side and laying with my head up near his chest, is less comfortable than before, but I like it better. I move my head to listen to his heartbeat, and my leg slides between his as I rest my hand on his chest. But my breath still comes fast, and my body begs and begs me to do something about the ache.

His hand reaches around and strokes my hair, making me shiver. "Okay, you can go back to sleep now."

"I was barely sleeping before." I laugh.