But outside of her getting off in another way, that being watching him transform to wolf and train—something she didn’t hide seriously turned her on—and the minimal training in basic moves that Xun and Wei were giving her, Leah, and Sonia, there was nothing wild and free about eating off fine china and fucking in a bed that some human servant made for them after they left it.

“Abel?” she called, bringing him back to her.

He gave her his attention, rolling to his back and pulling her on top of him.

“Yeah. Maybe it’s nothin’,” he muttered.

She slid her hand up to curl it around his neck and dipped her face close.

“Something’s gotta give for my man,” she said softly.

She sensed he was restless too.

“Big place. Still feel caged,” he admitted.

“Maybe they’ll let us out to do some day-tripping,” she suggested.

“Rather feel caged than have you an open target.”

Her face got soft at his words and she muttered, “I hear that. Still sucks.”

“Yeah,” he agreed.

She shifted her hand so her thumb ran the edge of his lower lip, and not surprisingly, his cock responded to her touch.

“Take your mind off it by sucking your big, beautiful dick,” she offered, her gaze heating, her lips curled up.

She was good with her mouth. She was good with everything. So he was not going to refuse.

“Like that, pussycat,” he murmured and watched her green eyes flare.

His mate. His temptress. Abel had known a lot of women in his life, including some who could go a few rounds and not lose the mood or their energy, but he’d never had anyone like Delilah. A woman who matched his appetite. A woman who wanted it all the time, with no boundaries.

Wild and free.

She dropped her head and kissed him, her sweet tongue sliding between his lips to play with his. A tease. A dare.

Abel let her have the first before he took the second. He tensed one arm around her and drove his other hand in her hair, slanting his head and taking over, demanding it all.

She gave it to him.

When he let her break it, she gave him a sexy smile that made his balls draw up before her face disappeared in his neck.

He shifted the pillows behind his head and shoulders so he could watch as she moved her mouth down his chest, making her way to the target. He spread his legs, cocking his knees to give her all access.

She didn’t disappoint. She never did. She fucking loved his cock. Worshipped it. Lavished it with attention, tongue, suction, hand, taking him as deep as she could. So deep, when he was inside, he could feel the back of her throat with the tip.