Kamryn swallowed around the lump that suddenly formed in her throat. "I love you too."
He brushed the pad of his thumb back and forth across her bottom lip. "I never doubted it, even when you were too afraid to be around me. Tiw wouldn't have marked you otherwise."
She opened her mouth and swirled her tongue around the tip of his thumb. He sucked in a sharp breath.
"You're playing with fire," he said in a voice gone gruff.
Kamryn gave his thumb a nip before she released it. "No, I'm playing with a wolf. One that I don't think I can get enough of."
A low growl rumbled out of Algar's chest. "This wolf definitely likes the way you play with him."
He leaned in and took her lips, pushing his tongue inside her mouth, devouring her as if she was the only thing he hungered for. Kamryn shifted so she straddled his lap. She rocked her pussy against the bulge in his pants. They'd made love for hours and already she wanted him again. Nothing else seemed to matter but having his thick cock inside her. Not the food that was sitting on the table getting cold or the empty state of her belly. One kiss and she turned to putty in his hands.
The sound of heavy booted heels hitting the kitchen floor had Algar breaking their kiss, but he held her firmly in place when she tried to slip back onto her own chair.
Her face heated when she saw Garrick walking toward the fridge.
"You're back early from the hunt," Algar said.
Garrick took a beer from the fridge and turned to face them after he closed the door. "It was a slow night for prey, at least where I hunted." He gave them a knowing smile. "It looks as if I returned just in time for a good show."
Feeling more embarrassed, Kamryn pushed at Algar's chest until he released her.
She kept her gaze off Garrick when she moved back to her chair and picked up her fork to eat. Algar had told her Garrick liked to yank his and the other warriors' chains to see if he could get a rise out of one of them.
"Shut up, Garrick," Algar said with a growl. "Kamryn hasn't had time to get used to your abrasive personality yet. Don't start in on her."
Kamryn looked up at the sound of Garrick pulling out the chair across from her.
He sat and met her gaze with a smile. "I apologize, Kamryn. Sometimes my mouth gets the best of me. I don't mean anything by it. I'll admit I can be a jerk when the mood suits."
She shot him a small smile. "Apology accepted. I've lived alone for so long now I've forgotten what it's like to live with other people. I guess I'll have to get used to it again."
Garrick lifted his beer toward Algar and Kamryn. "Congratulations. Since the two of you hadn't come up for air before night fell, I had a feeling you must have worked everything out." He then gave Algar a hard stare. "Let's make sure this mate doesn't run afoul of the pack leader of Fenris' get, shall we? The bastard got away, but I'll bet my sword he's still lurking around out there waiting for another chance to strike against us."
"As long as Kamryn is in the manor, she's safe. You know Tiw now protects our home from Fenris' kind ever since Lexi was abducted by Nathan."
Kamryn turned to look at Algar. "Lexi was abducted?"
"You're not in any danger here," he reassured her. "Lexi was taken off the manor's property."
If the leader of the bad werewolves was supposedly still around, Kamryn had to wonder if he'd found out about her yet. If he had, she didn't want to think about it, especially since she'd just spent a week alone in her hotel room without the Anglo-Saxon god's protection. She could have been taken as easily as Lexi had been. And since she had been avoiding Algar, he wouldn't have found out until it was too late.
"Do you think this Nathan would know about us being mates?" she asked with a slight tremor in her voice.
Algar put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her against his side. "I doubt it. He would have had to have one of his pack follow me. And even if he did, I haven't been out in public with you all that much. It's more likely Nathan is watching the manor, and not from the front of it either. He'd be too visible there. The back garden has more trees for him to hide in."
"I guess it's a good thing I won't be staying at my hotel." They'd both decided she would collect her luggage from the hotel the next day.
"Since Kamryn has the start of the mate mark, at least we don't have to worry about her falling victim to a werewolf bite," Garrick said. "It will be even better once Tiw grants her immortality."
"We're working on it," Algar said. "Once Kamryn is settled in here, I'll talk to Tiw about it."
During the bouts of talking they'd done during the day, Algar had also taught her the differences between his type of werewolf and those sired by Fenris. She'd learned the bad werewolves, as she liked to call them, were harmed by silver just like in the werewolf movies. That was the reason the warriors had the metal mixed with the steel of their swords. And unlike Algar and the other warriors, Fenris' get were more beasts than men while in their werewolf forms. They killed for the sake of killing, hungering for human flesh and blood. Then there was the whole 'being bitten once by them would turn a mortal' thing. Meeting up with a bad werewolf was not something she ever wanted to experience.
Now that she'd been given first-hand knowledge of Fenris' get, her fear of Algar's werewolf form had diminished even more. She would do better to save all her fear for the beasts that hunted mortals in the dark of night, and not for the warriors who had made it their long life's work to protect them.
Chapter Ten
The next morning, Kamryn awoke to the sound of Algar's bedroom door opening. Not quite fully awake, she fumbled for the covers and pulled them to her chin.
When she saw Algar step into the room, she loosened her death grip on them. He smiled and kicked the door shut behind him. In his hands, he carried what looked to be her large suitcase and carry-on.
Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she asked, "Are those my things?"
He set them on the floor near the bed and moved to sit on the edge next to where she lay. "Yes, they are. Since I kept you up most of the night"—he eyed the top of her breasts where the covers had slipped lower—"I decided to let you sleep. I went to your hotel and collected your luggage. Brand gave me your keycard to get it. I also checked you out."
"What about the bill?"
"I paid that as well."
"Well, haven't you been busy this morning," she said with a grin.
He reached over and gave the covers a tug, baring her breasts to his view. "And I know just what you can do to reward me for all the work I did."
"Oh, really? And what would that be?"
He leaned down and laved a nipple with the flat of his tongue. Kamryn shivered when her libido kicked into gear.
"Something that is best done while both of us are naked," he murmured.
"I see," she said coyly. "In that case, you have too many clothes on." She tugged at the bottom of Algar's shirt.
He stripped it over his head and threw it to the floor. He then stood and slowly undid his pants and pushed them down. His cock, already engorged, sprang free.
Kamryn licked her lips at the sight of it. After hours of lovemaking, she knew exactly how her werewolf liked to be touched.
Before he could climb on the bed, she pushed away the covers and shifted onto her knees in front of him. She ran her hands up and down his muscular arms while she pressed feather-light kisses across his pecs. When she reached his flat nipples, she laved each one with the flat of her tongue as he'd so often done to her. His pecs flexed with each stroke.
Kamryn made a wet path with her tongue from the center of his chest to his abs while she dropped her hands and dragged her nails up and down his thighs. His stomach quivered beneath her mouth and a loud moan rose from his throat.