Page 34 of Wolf Promise

He licked her throat and nibbled her jawline. Her thighs clamped together harder, and he claimed her mouth with his, capturing her scream as she orgasmed and milked his fingers.

Mine, his wolf growled.

Bolt wanted to argue with the beast, but right now, in this moment, the woman in his arms belonged to them.

To him and his wolf.

Regie’s head hit his shoulder as she breathed out a deep sigh. "I can’t believe we did this with all the people just inside. I’m so embarrassed."

He frowned. “Did I do something wrong? Why would you be embarrassed?” Did she not feel this same connection?

“No, you did everything right.” Regie looked up at him from his shoulder. "But I prefer mutual satisfaction. You didn’t come."

True. His dick pressed against the fly of his pants rock hard. But this had been all for her. "When I come, I want to be buried inside you."

She blushed but didn't look away. "Deal."

He retrieved a handkerchief from the breast pocket of his jacket that still hung draped around her shoulders. "Do you need this?"

The pink on her cheeks turned deep red. She squirmed, and he loosened his grip so she could stand on her own. Regie held out the skirt of her dress. "This is so wrinkled." She shook her head. "Everyone is going to know what we've done."

The skirt looked fine to him. Maybe a little creased, but not so anyone would notice, probably. "Do you care if anyone knows?" For some reason, it bothered him. He chose not to examine the reasons.

She gazed at him for a beat, the light from the windows highlighting her beautiful face. "No." She smiled. "No, I don't."

Something inside him loosened, making him feel happy and free, despite the worry about Bayden at the back of his mind. "I'm glad."

"We should go back in." She held up the handkerchief he'd given her. "But I kind of need to...."

"I got you." He turned his back to her, and she used his shoulder for support as she sorted things out. "You okay?" he asked without turning around.

"Yup. You can turn around now." She held up the white square of fabric. "I'm not sure what to do with this."

He took it from her and put it in his pocket. "Souvenir." He winked.

She scrunched up her face. "Ew."

Taking her hand, he led her toward the balcony door. "For you, I mean. You can have it back later."

Her sweet laughter unlocked something deep in his chest. She squeezed his hand. "If I'd known how much I'd enjoy having a fake fiancé, I might have gotten myself one much sooner."

Although he joined in her laughter, the thought of her doing anything like what they'd just shared with anyone but him bothered him way more than it should.

His wolf growled at the thought.

Obviously, they still needed to talk about True Mates, but something made Bolt hesitate. She’d already have had to get used to a bunch of weirdness about him. He didn’t want to overload her and have her run in the opposite direction.

And wasn't that just all kinds of fucked up?

CHAPTER 17

As soon as they arrived back at their table, Regie grabbed the small clutch she'd brought to carry her phone, a lipstick, a credit card, and her driver’s license. Nothing else would fit, and she'd had to take her protective case off her phone to have enough room for the lipstick and close the clasp. She shot a quick smile at Nora and her grandfather, who were chatting, and then headed to the bathroom. As she skirted the dance floor, she saw Laney and Arek dancing. The tall blond man gave her an inquiring look as if to ask if she needed help. Regie waved to him but didn't stop walking.

As the door to the restroom closed behind her, the volume of the music instantly muted. She quickly checked the four stalls of the room, but there didn't appear to be anyone else in there with her. Regie walked over to the sink and put her clutch on the counter. The marbled top felt cool against her skin. She flattened her palms against the surface and took a deep breath. What had happened out on the balcony?

She stared at her mirror image. Who are you?

The woman looking back at her had flushed cheeks, and her eyes sparkled. She looked confident and strong—and like she'd just gotten fingered out on the balcony and orgasmed harder than she’d ever done before.