Page 25 of Enemy Wolf

I barely remembered hooking up with those females. Not because I was flooded with desire like now, but because they barely mattered. A female would find me, present, let me mount her, and then leave. Most of them I had never spoken a human word to. Even among the feral wolves, I was an outcast.

“How is this any different?” Shiloh asked, sitting up taller.

Their scents didn’t drive me crazy like yours. They didn’t have an attitude, weren’t as smart or resourceful. None of them calmed my wolf like you did, rubbed his belly like you did. None of them had glossy black hair and freckles. They didn’t have your laugh or smile. None of them were you.

While my head waxed poetic, what came out of my mouth was, “Well, none of them were witches.” Obviously, dumbass.

Shiloh raked a hand back through her hair on a frustrated huff. I could sense the tension in her body. She wanted to wiggle and move but fought to hold herself together. Just like I was.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen,” she said, dropping both hands over the sheet. “I have to…you know…”

“You need to come.” The words left me before I could stop them, and I was already salivating. The scent of her in the air was delicious and potent, but I wanted more. I needed to taste it from the source.

Shiloh blushed deeper. “Yes, but without intercourse.”

I had figured as much. She didn’t strike me as someone who would fuck just to have an itch scratched. “That’s fine with me. What would you like instead?”

“You can use your hands, I guess.” Her gaze went down to her lap, like she wanted to disappear and not be dealing with this, with me, at all. “And I’ll take care of you in the same way.”

As much as I loved the thought of her fist gliding up and down my cock with a gentle squeeze, there was no way in hell I’d have her do that. This situation already made her uncomfortable enough.

“Don’t worry about me,” I said. “Just let me take care of what you need.”

She looked at me again, confused. “You’re suffering just like I am. This doesn’t have to be one-sided.”

I scrambled for the words that wouldn’t make me sound perverse, like the privilege of being in her home and being permitted to touch her at all weren’t more than I deserved.

“Seeing you through this will be enough,” I said.

Shiloh didn’t look convinced. “I don’t want to owe you anything.”

“You won’t. You have my word. I’ll ease you, and then I’ll leave. On my honor as a Howling Death wolf.”

Shiloh’s brows lifted in surprise. Invoking the name of my pack meant my promise was sacred, and I would be at risk for exile if I didn’t fulfill my vow.

“You’re sure?” she asked. “You’ll just...help me take care of this problem and go?”

“If that’s all you need from me, yes.”

Shiloh’s gaze slid away, and then she nodded as if convincing herself that this was what she had to do. “Okay then. Let’s do this.”

Neither of us moved, and I wanted to apologize. Sorry for being so awkward that I can’t put your mind at ease as well as your body. Sorry I’m not a male you actually want to do this with.

A few seconds passed, and I cleared my throat. “Would you like to stay where you are? On the bed?”

She looked around as if just noticing where she was. “Oh. I can come to you, I guess—”

“No, that’s alright.” I took a step forward, one hand outstretched in an effort to halt her, the other holding tightly to the blanket around my waist. “Or just, wherever you’re most comfortable.”

Shiloh looked down and gave a sheepish little laugh, then patted the space on the bed beside her. “Maybe we’ll both look back on this and laugh one day.”

I wasn’t laughing. I was starving. Approaching the bed slowly, a thought occurred to me as I sat down. “What if this happens again at the next full moon?”

Shiloh at least had the decency to not look disappointed. Her hooded eyes roved over my arms and torso. “We’ll cross that bridge if we get to it.”

“Okay.”

Before the silence could get much longer or more awkward, Shiloh grabbed my jaw and planted a firm kiss on my mouth.

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