Page 79 of Dark Wolf Soul
Where Vincenzo is all violence and forced power, Serena is softness and sweet. There’s a look in her eyes, a sort of sadness that suggests she knows exactly what was at stake tonight. I wonder if she’s been at the wrong end of her husband’s wrath just like Grey has.
She glances at Grey, adding, “He’s happy with it.”
Grey shakes his head. “Happy is not a word that could ever describe him.”
“You know what I mean.”
He sighs. “I do. Listen, I’m taking Lexi home. I know it’s going to piss him off, but—”
“I’ll take care of it,” she says, shooing us along.
But Grey hesitates. “You sure you’re up for it? You promised to take some time away.”
Serena smiles and glances at me. “I couldn’t miss the announcement of my son’s engagement, could I?”
“Mom,” Grey begins, but she shakes her head, cutting him off.
“Go,” she urges. “Enjoy yourselves. Don’t be a stranger, Lexi. Let’s do brunch very soon.”
“I’d like that,” I tell her, offering a genuine smile.
“I’d like it too,” she tells me as she hits the call button and the elevator doors open. “Now, go,” she says firmly.
Grey kisses her cheek as we pass. “Thanks, Mom. Love you.”
“Love you too, darling. Good night.”
We wave as the doors close behind us.
When we’re alone, I exhale in relief.
“Your mom seems—”
My words are cut short as Grey grabs me and backs me into the corner of the elevator. My breath catches, and for a moment, I’m too surprised to react. His gaze has darkened, and his hands roam my hips as he presses himself into me.
“I’m sorry,” he says, his kind words at war with the intensity of his presence. “For putting you through that.”
“Don’t be sorry,” I whisper. “Don’t ever be sorry for me.”
His eyes flash as he realizes I’m quoting his words back to him.
“You did a good job tonight, princess.”
“I had you beside me,” I whisper.
His growl is the last thing I hear before he kisses me like he’s not sorry for a fucking thing. And neither am I.
25
GREY
From the moment I laid eyes on Lexi earlier tonight, she has consumed me. I thought she’d been in my head before, but that lap dance was only the beginning. Back then, I wanted her body, and now I want every single piece of her she’ll let me have. Every thought, every breath, every urge has been for this. She’s soft and pliant in my arms, already open and willing to give me whatever I want to take. But I refuse to fully take her in this elevator. Not that I have a single qualm about claiming her wherever I please, but it won’t be nearly enough time for what I want to do to her. I need more. I need all of her. Not to mention the fact that my injured body probably can’t handle this particular position of exertion.
When the elevator dings on the ground floor, I reluctantly step back, straightening her dress before holding the door open for her to exit. The disappointment reflected in her glassy gaze is enough to make my dick twitch, but I merely grin at her—a promise of what’s to come—and tug her out into the night with me.
“Come on,” I tell her, “Let’s get you home and out of these clothes.”
“Yes, please,” she says, breathless.
