Page 119 of The Howl
I had my doubts they’d be able to contain Piepen’s infatuation.
“He needs a girlfriend. Big time.”
“Thinking about playing brownie matchmaker?”
“If it keeps him where he should be and not creeping into my windows at night, yes. I don’t even know how he got in. I could have sworn I checked all the windows.”
“You know better than that,” Fenris said. “We’re all taught how to sneak into human homes from a young age. A simple window lock wouldn’t keep the majority of the residents in our fine town out of your home.”
“Perfect. Now I have another reason to talk to the druids. I need warding spells on my windows.”
“I’m surprised you don’t have them already.”
“Not many people would have the jingle bells to break into the Quills’ home.”
He laughed.
“I think you mean balls.”
“You say it your way; I’ll say it mine.”
With a grin, he leaned back in his chair.
“So what do we do today to get LuAnn all excited that we’re making progress?”
“Nothing, preferably. I have enough drama in my life right now. No need to add to it.”
“I don’t know about that. If we do nothing, they’ll think we’re relapsing and push harder. If we give them a little more, they’ll leave us alone.”
“Ha. They might leave you alone, but not me.”
He raised a brow as if to say, what exactly did they do?
“Okay fine. They were treating me like I’d won the human lottery.”
“See. Perfect.” He turned in his chair and patted his lap. “Let’s do a brownie check again.”
I wrinkled my nose but dutifully got up and went to Fenris. Instead of nudging me to stand between his legs, he pulled me into his lap and buried his nose between my boobs just as the door opened.
This time, LuAnn didn’t speak. At least, I think it was LuAnn. The door closed before I could turn my head and look.
Fenris inhaled deeply, sending a shiver through me.
“Do you have to be right up in there to smell it?” I asked, not moving.
“Yep,” came his muffled reply.
I rolled my eyes and held onto his shoulders as he continued to breathe in whatever he was smelling. Finally, he lifted his head.
“Your scent is getting stronger,” he said. “It’s helping to overpower Piepen’s, but I don’t think his is getting any weaker. Did you try the lemon? I couldn’t smell any lingering hint of citrus.”
“No. I forgot.”
He said nothing, and I realized how close we were. And that I was still on his very warm lap. It was comfortable. Cozy.
My pulse picked up speed, and I inhaled slowly, noting the increased scent of his lust. My hunger lazily stretched.
“It would be better if I didn’t sit on your lap anymore,” I said, removing my hands from his shoulders.
