บททั้งหมดของ The Rogue’s Savage Claim on Me: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

ELOWENWe moved slowly, carefully.My leg was still a consideration — would probably be a consideration for days yet — but we'd learned each other's bodies well enough by now to find ways around it.Fao helped me out of my clothes with gentle hands, pressing kisses to each new inch of skin he revealed. When I was bare beneath him, he just looked at me for a moment, his gray eyes dark with something that went beyond desire."You're beautiful," he murmured. "Every time I see you, you're more beautiful.""You're biased.""Extremely." He kissed me, deep and slow, while his hands mapped the familiar terrain of my body. "But also right."I tugged at his shirt. "Off. I want to feel you."He stripped quickly, efficiently, and then he was back, his skin against mine, warm and solid and real. I could feel the bond between us humming, that connection that went deeper than touch."How do we—" He glanced at my bandaged thigh. "I don't want to hurt you.""Straddle my bad leg," I said. "My good one

When he finally slipped free — along with a rush of warmth that soaked the sheets beneath us — I mourned the loss of fullness immediately."I need to shower," I said, not moving."We both do." He still didn't move either. "In a minute.""In a minute," I agreed.It was fifteen minutes before either of us actually got up."Fuck, I'm going to be late," Fao muttered, finally rolling out of bed. "Garrett's going to make me run laps.""Worth it?"He looked at me — still sprawled on my stomach from where he'd taken me, his release slick between my thighs — and his eyes went dark again.His hands found my ass immediately — squeezing, kneading, spreading me apart to look at what was his."Fuck," he breathed. "You have no idea what you do to me.""I have some idea." I wiggled my hips, and he groaned.He leaned down and bit — right on the curve of my ass, hard enough to leave a mark. I yelped, heat flooding through me despite the fact that I was already wrung out."Fao—""Just one more." He bit

The training grounds were loud.I'd wheeled myself out to watch, partly because I was curious, partly because I missed Fao, partly because I was going stir-crazy in the lodge. Nina had offered to push me, but I'd insisted on doing it myself. My arms were getting stronger, at least.The grounds were a wide clearing surrounded by forest, with various training stations set up, sparring rings, obstacle courses, target ranges. Wolves in both forms moved through drills, their movements precise and coordinated.In the center of it all was Fao.He was in human form, stripped to the waist, circling a massive wolf with gray-streaked fur. Garrett, I realized, the old warrior from the council. They'd been at it for a while, from the sweat dripping down Fao's chest and the calculated patience in Garrett's movements."He's testing him," a voice said beside me.I turned to find Declan, Nina's mate, Sylvia's stone-faced son. He'd approached without me noticing, which was either impressive or concerni

ELOWENThat night, Fao told me about the scouts.We were in bed, his body curved around mine, his hand resting on my thigh near the healing wound. It had become our ritual, debriefing in the dark, sharing what we'd learned, trying to make sense of it all together."Three times this week," he said quietly. "Testing our borders. Looking for weaknesses.""What does Corvin think?""Corvin thinks they're probing, not preparing. That an actual attack is still weeks away, maybe months." He was quiet for a moment. "Jasper thinks Corvin is wrong. That we should strike first.""And what do you think?""I think Jasper is young and angry and tired of waiting. But I also think Corvin might be too cautious." His arm tightened around me. "I think House Varen is planning something, and I don't know what it is yet."I rolled to face him, wincing slightly as my leg protested. "What about Trevor? Nina said the council is discussing... options.""They are. Sylvia wants him dealt with quietly. An accident

He followed moments later, burying himself deep, pulsing inside me. I felt every throb of him, felt my belly swell slightly with each pulse — even here, even without the knot, he filled me up completely. No knot this time — just him, claiming me in a new way.He stayed inside me for a long moment, both of us breathing hard, neither wanting to break the connection. Then he pulled out slowly, carefully, and I felt the slick rush of him spilling out of me."Fuck," he breathed, watching. "There's so much..."I could feel it — warm and wet, dripping down between my legs, soaking into the sheets beneath us. I should probably care about the mess. I didn't."Stay there," he said, and I heard him move to the bathroom. He came back with a warm, wet cloth and cleaned me up gently, reverently, pressing kisses to my lower back as he worked."You don't have to—""I want to." He finished and tossed the cloth aside, then rolled me over to face him. "Was that—""Amazing." I traced my fingers over his