Page 23 of Betrayed By the Wolf

She pushed past him and up the stairs before he could argue. Reluctantly, Rami followed her up to Jessa’s nursery. The butter-yellow room was cheery, filled with soft places for Jessa to play and stuffed animals she’d been gifted, mostly wolves, by the packs. A mobile with small blue whales spun slowly above her crib.

In the end, he was grateful for Vera’s help with nap time. With two sets of hands, they managed to change Jessa into her pajamas and feed her a bottle without incident. She started to fuss when Vera laid her down, and Rami braced himself for the upcoming battle.

But Vera set her hand flat on Jessa’s chest and rocked her gently side to side, and she started to quiet. “Quick, start reading something.”

He pulled a story about a lighthouse from the shelf and began reading, his voice low and steady. With only one person, the combo of rocking and reading would’ve been impossible, but together, they were able to soothe Jessa to sleep in moments. Vera laid her finger to her lips, and Rami closed the book. Together, they backed out of the room and shut the door.

“Wow,” Rami exhaled when they’d moved down the hall, out of the danger of waking Jessa up. “I can’t believe how easy that was.”

“Almost like it’s better with a partner,” Vera smirked. “Don’t you wonder what else might be better with a partner?”

His mind flashed with all of the things that were much, much better with a partner, and his throat went drier than it had been eating her muffin.

“Vera,” he warned.

She backed down the hall, biting her lip. Her bedroom was in that direction, but so was his. He couldn’t stop the image of her in his bed from popping up, with those barely-there pajamas piled on the floor. The number of times he’d jerked off to memories and fantasies of her, it wasn’t hard for his brain to provide one now.

Except she was there in front of him now, turning so her back was to him, slipping one strap of her cami over her smooth shoulder.

“What are you doing?” He hissed.

She slipped the other strap off and then let the cami fall down over her body, around her legs, and onto the floor. “Just getting changed, Rami. What else would I be doing?”

He growled and followed her, wishing she’d turn around and give him a view of those perfect breasts. “Your room is right there.”

“You don’t have to look.” She hooked her fingers into the top of the silk shorts, hesitating in front of the two doorways, hers on the left and his on the right. Slowly, she lowered the shorts.

Damn her. She wasn't wearing anything under them. Her ass was pert and round, and he needed it in his hands. Not look? He’d have to carve his eyes out. There was no way he could take his eyes off of her.

She knew it, too. She threw a devilish grin over her shoulder and took the right into his room.

“That’s my room.” He groaned, but he kept following her, helpless as a sailor with a siren.

Vera sat at the edge of his bed, legs crossed, hands resting behind her so her breasts were pushed up toward him. Her nipples were begging for his mouth on them.

“Dammit, Vera, you know we can’t.” But he walked toward her, unable to stop himself.

“I know you think we shouldn’t,” she quirked her head to the side, watching him move, her eyes trailing down his body. “Which is why I decided not to play fair.”

He was standing over her, soaking in the sight of her naked body from head to toe. Bending, he cupped her face and kissed her, reveling in the first taste of her lips he’d had in months. They were pillow-soft and parting for him, inviting him to sink into her kiss.

Every last ounce of restraint washed away. Here she was again, finally, in his bed. He leaned over her, pushing her back onto the bed, her full body splayed out for him.Fuck. She’s perfect.

His imagination hadn’t been able to capture the details, the way she arched up into his hands the moment he touched her, the way her breath hitched when his lips were on her. But he wasn’t going to let her get away easily. She’d tortured him for weeks with her skimpy little outfits. If she wasn’t going to play fair, neither was he.

Rami pulled just out of reach of her next kiss. “Crawl up against the headboard and spread your legs for me.”

Her lips were swollen from his kisses, and she’d never looked hotter. “Just kiss me,” she demanded, trying to draw him back down again.

“You’ll get everything you want,” he promised, breathing against the shell of her ear. He sucked and nibbled at her earlobe. “Once you do what I tell you to.”

It’d always been like that with Vera. She loved bossing him around day-to-day, but in the bedroom, she’d liked being told what to do. Liked trying to push his buttons just to see how hard he’d snap.

She rolled her eyes but did what she was told, scooting back until her head brushed the headboard. But she kept her legs closed, a hint of a smirk playing at the corner of her mouth.

He walked to the edge of the bed and brushed over her cheek with his fingertip, dragging it down over her neck, to the dip between her breasts. Her skin pebbled with goosebumps.

Rami slowed, circling her nipples, but not touching them. She sucked in a breath.

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