Page 33 of Wolf Roulette

He shook his head, fist pressed against his mouth.

Recalling the last moments before my orgasm, I reached up to my shoulder, craning to see the skin.Unbroken. “Did you nearly bite me?”Shit.I’d even felt him preparing to do so. “You didn’t do it.”

He whirled, fangs extended, and eyes pitch-black.

Yikes.I tugged the jumpsuit into place, drawing the zipper up as far it would go without aid. “Is that better?”

Sascha really wasn’t home.

I managed to stand—thanks, legs. “Something held you back just now. What was it?” Maybe focusing on that would help to regain control.

The time didn’t seem right for another meet so soon after the last.

He rested both hands on the desk. “Greyson doesn’t want to bite you in two-legged form.”

“Okay, and you?”

“When the meets are over, you’ll make your choice.”

My mouth dried. I stared at him. “I see. And you expect me to turn you down?”

The moment extended.

He closed his eyes. “Will you?”

“I—” Sascha Greyson was everything to me. But making a choice wasn’t that easy. We had to get there first. With things as they were, I couldn’t see that happening anytime soon.

Or ever.

My mouth dried.Oh my god.

That’s it,Booker whispered.

That was why I felt so adrift on pack lands though Sascha and I were closer than ever.

I couldn’t see a future where we were together and happy.

6

I parked Ella F, more than ready for bed.

Lisa let me run the roulette table for most of tonight. I was confident to continue alone next week.

I shut my car door quietly, aware of the hundreds of slumbering Luthers. In heels, I wobbled over the packed dirt toward Sascha’s bungalow.

He was working late—or so he said—so we’d driven separately today.

Light streamed from a bungalow ahead. A smiling woman stepped out, and I stopped short as a second smiling woman joined her, delivering a sweet kiss.

Oh, shit!

“Cam?” I called out.

Both of the women jumped.

Well, this explained rather a lot.

I approached the pair. “Hey.”