Hudson’s POV
Hudson’s body felt like it was on fire, making his skin feel tight and uncomfortable. The heat ca from Christina, who was wrapped around him completely. Her soft body pressed against him everywhere.
Lycaon growled with satisfaction. "She’s ours. Our mate. Take her."
"She’s drunk," Hudson told his wolf quietly. "We need to wait."
Her words from earlier kept playing in his head, "I have feelings for you. For you, Hudson Laurent." Those simple words had lit sothing deep inside him, sothing that had been burning since he first saw her seven years ago in Florence.
Christina kissed him again, hard and urgent, like she was trying to take back all the air he had stolen from her before. Her arms were wrapped tight around his neck, her fingers running through his hair.
He held her close, standing in the middle of the bedroom, letting her take what she needed. The wolf inside him wanted more, but the man knew they should stop.
When she started to get sleepy, her movents becoming slow and lazy, he tried to gently remove her hands from his neck.
"Co on," he murmured, his voice rough with restraint. "You need to sleep."
"No..." Christina complained, holding him tighter. "Clothes. Off."
His heart beat faster. "You want to help you change?"
"No." She pulled at his shirt. "You. Clothes. Off."
"Chrissy..."
"Off." She showed him what she ant, trying to undo the buttons of her blouse with clumsy fingers.
Hudson sighed as she managed to open the first two buttons, showing the lace edge of her bra.
"At least you’re taking off your own clothes this ti," he said under his breath.
He leaned forward, still holding her up, until her back touched the bed. Instead of letting him go, she wrapped both legs around his waist and pulled him down with her.
"Your turn," she demanded.
"You want to undress?"
"Mh-hmm."
"Why?"
"Hot."
"I’m fine," he lied, his body temperature soaring.
". Hot."
"I can help you change—"
To his disappointnt, she suddenly released him and started rolling across the bed. "Too hot," she complained.
She kicked the blankets off the bed, then grabbed the pillows and threw them on the floor. Next she pushed away the sheets with surprising strength for soone who had drunk so much.
"Christina." Hudson looked toward the bathroom, thinking about giving her a cold shower. It would be almost impossible with her in this condition.
She kept rolling around on the bed, almost falling off completely, until he caught her before she hit the floor.
Christina blinked up at him, looking confused for a mont. Then she got on her knees and put her arms around his waist. "Don’t leave."
Her voice sounded broken and scared, which cut right through all his control.
"I’m not going anywhere," he told her.
She took his hand and placed it on her collarbone. Her skin felt so hot it was like touching fire.
Hudson stopped moving, his fingers staying on that soft spot. He was barely holding himself back.
Everything inside him wanted to touch her more, to take what his wolf knew belonged to him. But she couldn’t really agree to this. Not when she was drunk like this.
"Lycaon, control yourself," he growled internally.
"She’s offering herself," Lycaon snarled back. "She’s ours. Can’t you sll it? Her scent calls to us."
He watched color bloom across her skin, spreading from her neck downward. Then she tugged at him again, hard, and they tumbled onto the bed together, with him landing on top of her.
Her mouth was open, warm, inviting. She writhed beneath him, flushed, her breath coming in shallow pants. The pulse at her throat thudded wildly, calling to the predator in him.
His restraint snapped.
Hudson kissed her. Deeply. Hungrily. Repeatedly. Each kiss more desperate than the last.
Her legs wrapped tight around his waist, keeping him right where she wanted him. Her nails scratched the back of his neck, making him shiver all over. She tasted like whiskey and desire.
He felt her heartbeat everywhere their bodies connected.
He kissed her until she gasped for breath, only stopping when she moaned softly against his ear.
Breathless, she clung to him. Sweat dampened her collarbone, and her eyes fluttered shut. Her skin burned beneath his touch.
Hudson braced both hands on the mattress, hovering just far enough not to crush her with his weight.
"Is this what you wanted?" he asked, voice strained.
"Yes." Christina opened her arms for him. "More."
"Do you want to stay with you?"
"Yes."
"All night?"
"Yes."
"Are you sober right now?"
"Yes," she answered, eyes still closed.
His pulse throbbed harder, blood rushing south. Still, he didn’t move.
"Do you know who I am?"
No response.
He studied her face intently. "Christina. Do you know who I am?"
"Yes."
"What’s my na?"
"Hudson."
"Hudson who?"
"Hudson... Laurent," she slurred.
His wolf preened at her recognition, but Hudson wasn’t satisfied. "What’s your full na?"
"What?" She didn’t stop moving under him, her hips trying to get closer to him.
She had already pulled his shirt loose and was now putting her hands under it, her cool fingers drawing shapes on his hot skin.
"What’s your full na?" he repeated, more firmly this ti.
She paused. Then resud her exploration.
"Christina, what’s your full na?"
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