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A sexy-as-fuck chuckle erupted from his throat. I felt the vibration of it through his chest and it ran all the way through my body.

And I did mean all the way through it.

There was no sign of Jace and Otis, but the TV had been turned off, the house dark as Wolf made his way up the stairs.

“I know you can walk, but isn’t this more fun?” The obvious innuendo in his voice caused lust to flare at my center, my pussy suddenly slick with desire. I was being held by Wolf, his scent winding its way through my half-asleep brain, the solidity of his muscled chest pressing against my tits as I clung to his neck.

All of it was like an aphrodisiac on steroids.

He stepped onto the second-floor landing and started down the hall. I wanted to protest that I was too heavy, but honestly, in Wolf’s arms I felt light as a feather. He wasn’t even winded after the climb up the long front staircase.

He passed the bedrooms I’d given to him, Jace, and Otis. Then we were entering my room at the end of the hall.

It was dark, moonlight slanting across the bed in a column of light.

He set me down on the bed and seemed to hesitate, his gaze finding mine in the dark. The moment was heavy with tension, and I could only speak for myself in saying it was one hundred percent sexual.

If he’d tried to fuck me, I would have happily complied, V-card and all.

But he didn’t. He exhaled a sigh and pulled the covers up around my body.

Then he reached out to smooth my hair back from my forehead where some of my ponytail had come loose.

“Night, sunshine,” he said, his voice gruff.

Then he was gone and I was left with an ache between my thighs, a string of forbidden thoughts winding through my mind as I fell back into sleep.

Chapter 22

Daisy

Sun was streaming into my room the next morning when I woke up. I stretched in bed, remembering the way Wolf had carried me up the stairs, the way he’d looked at me through the dark.

Dammit. I’d been sleepy and out of it. I’d let down my guard.

I wanted to regret it, but when I thought about the way it had felt to be held against his body there wasn’t room for anything but the hunger pulsing like a drumbeat through my veins.

I pulled my cami down to expose my tits and pinched my nipples, then felt my simmering lust flare into a fire.

This was not going to work. Not with a whole day ahead of me in close proximity to Wolf. I needed to diffuse the hunger in my body stat or I’d be humping him in the car like a pathetic dog in desperate need of a lay.

I twisted in bed and opened the nightstand drawer where I’d stashed my vibrator, then pulled it out and slipped it under the covers.

I sighed as I slid it between my folds, an orgasm already close to the surface.

Spreading my thighs wider, I ran the vibrator in circles around my clit and closed my eyes. I imagined Wolf in bed with me, his face between my thighs, his tongue on my clit instead of the vibrator.

I could almost feel him there, his inked shoulders pushing my thighs open, his fingers sliding into my dripping pussy.

And he wasn’t alone. Otis was there too, straddling my face, feeding me his cock, big and smooth, sighing as he worked it in and out of my mouth as Wolf ate my pussy like his life depended on it.

Then I had a flash of Jace, leaning against the wall, watching, hatred burning in his eyes as Otis fucked my mouth faster, my hips coming off the bed to meet every stroke of Wolf’s tongue, my body climbing the peak of my orgasm until I cried out into the room.

I came hard, eyes closed, the fantasy so real I could hear Otis’ groan as he came in my mouth, could feel Wolf’s hands on my thighs, holding me in place while he lapped at my cunt.

When it was over, my eyes flew open, my cheeks hot with shame.

What the actual fuck? What was I doing fantasizing about Blake’s best friends? His self-confessed murderers?

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