Star Blessed

Wake Up Call

a/n- warning- there's a little bit of mature content in this chapter-

MERIBELLA

Something cold and wet snuffled her cheek. She pushed it away, but it returned, even more insistent than before. Sitting up, she rubbed gritty eyes and glared down at the wiggling fluff ball in her lap. Aurora yapped and spun in a circle, tripping over paws that were too big for her body, the clumsy act dragging a smile to Meribella's lips.

"How can I be grumpy waking up to you in the morning?" she said, picking up the wolf and snuggling her close, which earned her several warm licks to her chin. "We'll just forget that I only fell asleep about an hour ago."

The bedroom door swung open and a dark head of hair poked through. "Did the plan work?"

The puppy became a writhing mass at the site of Raff entering the room. As soon as she was free, she bounded to the edge of the bed, her tail wagging above her raised bottom as she dropped into a playful bow. "Well, I see your powers extend to females of all species."

She flopped back onto her pillow, letting her eyes travel up the golden expanse of Raff's exposed abs, his pajama pants hanging low on his hips as he scooped the pup into his arms. She took her time, savoring every toned piece of him, tracing his strong jaw and full lips before meeting his gaze. The intensity in those arctic blues made her swallow hard, and she wondered how long they could play this game before a mistake was made. One she wasn't sure she would regret, but she knew he'd never forgive her.

"If I'd known I would get this kind of greeting, I would've skipped the cute puppy routine." He set Aurora on the floor and crawled across the bed, trapping her between his forearms. He tugged at the sheet she had tucked under her armpits, grinning wickedly when the swells of her breasts were exposed to his view.

Wagging finger at him, she pulled the sheet up to her neck. "I only reward bravery good sir, and sending a puppy in for a wake up call is the lowest form of cowardice."

Raff pouted. "But you're scary when you're grumpy."

"The big, bad werewolf is afraid of little ole me? Hmmm, maybe I need to check out the rest of the pack. Find someone made of tougher stuff."

A low growl, full of warning, rumbled in the back of his throat. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. "I don't share-ever."

She arched beneath him, watching his eyes darken as the covers fell away. Before he could take advantage of the situation, she pressed her lips against his, whispering, "neither do I," before running her tongue along the seam of his mouth.

The kiss deepened and he dropped to his elbows, closing the space between their bodies. Her nipples scraped against his chest, the sensation making her gasp and drop her knees to the side in invitation. His hips jerked in response, only the thin sheet a barrier between her opening and his hard length.

"Meribella," he pleaded, moving from her mouth to her neck, his kisses a brand against her skin.

All traces of the exhaustion plaguing her body vanished as she came alive beneath his hands. Grabbing his hair as he worked his way lower, her eyes shot to the door in panic, half expecting Lincoln to start knocking, but as Raff pulled the rest of the covers away, the cool air doing nothing to soothe her heated center, she decided he could come in and watch for all she cared. She just needed him to not stop.

A thundering crash in the room had Raff leaping from the bed, his body dropping into a fighting stance as he searched for the source of attack. She just flipped to her stomach and screamed into her pillow. She'd spent most of her life not caring about what went on between two people, and now she was certain she was doomed to spend the rest of it sexually frustrated. If that was the case, she hoped whatever had caused the crash killed her quick.