Page 48 of Broken Wolf Heart
She stares at me for another beat, then lets out a breath and pulls the fabric so her one-piece outfit slides all the way to the floor at her feet.
My mouth goes dry.
It’s not the first time I’ve seen her naked—not even close. But this time feels different. There’s no performance here. No walls between us. Just Lexi, stripped down to nothing but her bare skin and the rawness still clinging to her bones from what happened today.
She unhooks her bra next, then steps out of her panties.
Following her lead, I peel off my shirt. The moment it hits the floor, I realize how tightly I’d been holding myself together. Waiting to see what Lexi’s pack would do when she took control. Wondering if we’d have to fight our way out of this house before it was over.
I kick off my boots. Jeans next. Boxers. Until we’re standing there, naked and exposed, just feet apart.
The room is dim, moonlight filtering through the curtains, painting her skin in silver and shadow.
She crawls into bed without a word.
I follow.
The sheets are cool, soft cotton against overheated skin. I pull them over us and stretch out beside her. For a few long seconds, we don’t speak. Don’t move.
Then my hand finds hers beneath the sheet.
Our fingers link.
She scoots closer, curling against me, her head on my chest.
Her breath is shaky.
“What if I can’t keep their loyalty?”
“Rugs, remember?”
She tilts her face toward mine, lips parted.
In the back of my mind, I know I should tell her about the visit from my father earlier. The threats he made. But that doesn’t feel nearly as important as putting my hands on the breathtaking creature before me. All I can think about is taking what Lexi offers me like the desperate, obsessed predator I am.
So, instead, I kiss her.
It starts gentle, just a brush of mouth on mouth. A whisper of heat. But it grows quickly, like a spark in dry grass. Her hands slide up my chest, fingertips tracing the line of my collarbone, the dip of my throat. She’s not trembling anymore.
She’s hungry.
So am I.
I roll her onto her back, sliding between her legs. My cock is already hard, pressed against the inside of her thigh. She arches beneath me as I kiss down her throat, over her collarbone, down to the swell of her breast.
Her body is fire beneath mine—soft and strong and hot enough to melt steel. I slide a hand down her stomach, fingers teasing between her thighs. She gasps, hips lifting.
“Grey—”
“I’ve got you.”
I slide two fingers inside her, curling them until she moans. Her walls clench tight around me, and the sound she makes is almost enough to undo me completely.
I kiss her again, deeper this time. Our teeth clash. Her nails dig into my shoulders.
Her hips rock up to meet mine, and I groan. My cock rubs against her entrance, and it’s all I can do to hold back.
I shift, line us up, and slide into her.
