“Not right now,” she agreed. “Right now I want to make sure about your being healed. And clean.” She dragged in a deep breath, breathing him in, and then hitched herself as high on his body as she could to kiss him. “Please don’t ever do that to me again.”
Isaac smiled and lifted her up to kiss her, holding her up below her butt and kissing her back sweetly before resting his forehead against hers. “I won’t. I promise. I’m gonna tell that pack about you and introduce you and they’ll know to keep you in the know if something like that ever happens again. Ideally, though, it won’t,” he said, kissing her again.
“God, I forgot how strong you are.” The end of the sentence was muffled a bit by his mouth. It didn’t even feel like he was straining to hold her up. “It won’t because next time I will know and I’ll come after you with fire and wrath.” Her eyes flashed.
She made a grumpy, inarticulate growling kind of sound and rubbed her hands over her face. “Explain to me about this werewolf thing,” she said instead. “And how you just decided it was okay to show me by casually picking up my car.”
Isaac clicked his tongue before nodding a bit. “The alpha who changed me did it to help me. My life before was kind of total shit and about half of it was spent in a freezer,” he said, nodding a bit before looking her over. “I don’t know. Didn’t know another way to show you.”
“In a freezer,” she repeated slowly. “Honey, you are six foot something. Who the hell could even put you in a freezer?”
Summer watched his every movement in breathless, yearning silence. When he climbed back atop her, she held on to his shoulders and hooked one knee over his hip. In between kisses, she said, face burning, “Am I supposed to do anything now?”
Isaac let out a quiet laugh and kissed her again, drawing it out for another few moments before moving to kiss her neck. “Just hold on,” he mumbled, lining himself up before holding her by her hips and pushing inside, pausing once he was all the way in and kissing her neck for a few moments to let her adjust.
So she held on, and tried to be relaxed, and then tried not to cry out or jerk at the bite of pain. And then the brief pain was overwhelmed by the newness of the sensations — how much wider he seemed than fingers, and longer, and the way she could feel her body shifting around him. She closed her eyes and the world seemed to revolve in stars for a moment and come back down in different ways when she reopened them.
“You don’t even know me,” she snapped, releasing the cat, who galloped off. She came to her feet, shoulders hunched and arms folded. “You’ve got an hour’s worth of observations and that’s it, and I’m telling you, I’m a horrible, selfish, cruel, ugly person. Nobody likes me, because I don’t deserve to be liked.”
Isaac held his hands up and took a few steps back. “Fine. You’re a horrible, selfish, cruel, ugly person and I still have to do whatever you say for the next twenty-three hours,” he said, shrugging and leaning against the wall. He wasn’t going to argue. It was futile anyway.
She made a grumpy, inarticulate growling kind of sound and rubbed her hands over her face. “Explain to me about this werewolf thing,” she said instead. “And how you just decided it was okay to show me by casually picking up my car.”
She cuddled deeper into his arms, until he kissed her forehead. She made a half-hearted growl, and propped her chin on his chest. “I need to meet them.”
Isaac smiled and hugged her tightly. “You can meet them. I promise. ASAP. Except can we just.. have some alone time first?” he mumbled, looking down at her.
“Not right now,” she agreed. “Right now I want to make sure about your being healed. And clean.” She dragged in a deep breath, breathing him in, and then hitched herself as high on his body as she could to kiss him. “Please don’t ever do that to me again.”
Summer took his hand, blinking. Tears slipped down her face, and she smeared them away with her free hand, though they kept falling. Moving to bury her face against his shoulder, she mumbled, “I thought you had left me. That I had driven you away.”
Isaac shook his head and wrapped his arms around her, holding her against his chest and kissing her hair. “No, Summer… I wouldn’t leave you like that. And you could never drive me away. I’m so sorry this happened,” he mumbled, petting her hair and sighing. He tilted her chin up and kissed her forehead before hugging her again.
She cuddled deeper into his arms, until he kissed her forehead. She made a half-hearted growl, and propped her chin on his chest. “I need to meet them.”
Her fingers curled into the cat’s fur, holding for comfort now and not to restrain. “I loved him,” she said softly. “Still love him. I thought he loved me.” She had to swallow. “He did. I don’t know — he — I don’t — ” Words deserted her. After a long moment, she managed, “He’s not wrong. I’m a horrible person.”
Isaac frowned and dropped his hand. “You’re not a horrible person, Summer. He’s just trying to mess with you,” he said, shrugging and taking a few steps back. “Don’t let him make you feel bad. You haven’t done anything wrong,” he said quietly.
“You don’t even know me,” she snapped, releasing the cat, who galloped off. She came to her feet, shoulders hunched and arms folded. “You’ve got an hour’s worth of observations and that’s it, and I’m telling you, I’m a horrible, selfish, cruel, ugly person. Nobody likes me, because I don’t deserve to be liked.”
