Chapter 44 - In the Palms of his hands

Lara was more than a little relieved that she didn't have to tell Jason what she needed aloud. He already seemed to know, and she got the sense that he had learned so from her wolf. The beast was practically on her back, whimpering with submission and desire even as Jason converged on her and took her into his arms.

Lara could only imagine how ridiculous it would have been if she were a fragile, delicate human who had been tied up and held captive for over a week, but she wasn't human and from the moment she felt Jason's palms cup her face, she felt energy surging back into her limbs. Though her hands and feet still ached from being tied up so long, she was finally able to stand on shaking legs with her palms pressed against Jason's chest for support. She could feel the torn shreds of his t-shirt, but beneath them his wounds were almost entirely healed and she could feel the strength pulsing throughout his entire body. Soon it would pass from him to her.

Yet she could feel him holdi