Page 9 of Wolves in Lust

“Well?” she demanded as he slid down to be beside her, an arm snaked around her waist, drawing her close to him. How she loved that he was still inside her yet.

“I’d say we both won.”

She couldn’t deny that.

6

That orgasm had blown his mind. So many times he’d been on the brink of coming. Somehow, he’d held back, wanting to prolong it, to enjoy her for as long as possible. She was a daring she-wolf, and he almost wished he’d let her have more control, to see what her wild side was all about, because he knew, he could just tell, that she had one.

Her left hand was lazily tracing patterns onto his back, and he closed his eyes, enjoying her sweet, tender touch. Her nails had pierced his skin in a few places, but he had enjoyed it. Everything they had experienced he had enjoyed.

“You know my story,” she said after a moment.

He popped his eyes open. She was so beautiful, but right now, she looked almost fragile. Not something he’d expected.

“What’s yours?” she asked.

Anders ducked his head and kissed her nose. “I’m a werewolf, like you. Nothing else for you to worry about.”

She jerked back. Doing so forced his cock out of her, and Anders sucked in a breath of disappointment. “Not worry about? You’re a wolf I don’t know. I… I shouldn’t have…”

“Don’t tell me you regret us.”

“There is no us.” She sat up.

“Gonna leave me all alone in this cold bed.” He stretched out.

Her eyes roved over his body, lingering on his still hard cock.

“Just one night.” Was he pleading? He never begged. “We can have a repeat performance or two…”

“I…”

“You don’t have a boyfriend, do you? What’s the big deal? You’re a wolf. I’m a wolf. Clearly, we’re attracted to each other. Why does there have to be more to this than what it is?”

Her jaw muscles tightened.

“Worried about what Daddy will think?” he mocked.

Her eyes flashed, changing to amber. “What do you know of my father?” she hissed.

“Nothing.” He shrugged as he sat up. “Just figured someone’s opinion of you is what’s holding you back.”

“Holding me back from what?” She crossed her arms, drawing his attention to her perfectly ripe breasts.

“Holding you back from being the fierce, wild she-wolf you can be.”

Rolling her eyes, she snorted. “You don’t know the first thing about me.”

“I know you’re amazing in bed. I know how tight your muscles clench when you orgasm. I know you’re a screamer.”

She just shook her head, obviously not convinced.

“Hey, if you’re willing to walk away, go. But if you want to actually live a little, on your terms…” He smirked. “Or on mine, we can have some good times. Even if it’s just for one night.”

“One night?”

“Two wolves crossing paths randomly at a bar? Seems too much of a coincide to me. Especially when both wolves are tens.”