Page 27 of Big Bad Single Wolf Dad

Still, I have to remember that it’s not just my heart on the line here. Not anymore, at least. Even if Greg and I were to mutually decide to go our separate ways, there are now five children whose hearts would be crushed. They’ve bonded with each other so thoroughly that to pull them apart at this point would be cruel.

I have so much to lose here. But there’s also so much to gain, I think to myself as I watch Greg tuck the children in. After dinner, they made quite the blanket and pillow fort in the playroom and somehow convinced us to let them sleep in here.

“Are you going to be okay?” I ask Ethan. He used to have trouble sleeping anywhere but his own bedroom. We didn’t even bring his stuffed bat with us.

But Ethan nods quickly as he snuggles down into the forest-green sleeping bag.

“Yep! Noah said he can bark and growl at any intruders. And all the monsters get along and are nice here,” he explains. “Ollie and Lily said so, too.”

My heart swells again. He trusts Greg’s kids so implicitly, looking at Noah as something of a role model. Like an older brother.

“And you, Mia? You’ll come to find me if anything goes wrong?”

Mia nods sleepily, holding one of Lily’s chewed-up stuffed bunnies in her arms. She’s so relaxed and comfortable.

Maybe all of this is worth the risk of heartache. I smile at all five children snuggled into their sleeping bags and giggling about ghosts and witches. I can’t take this away from them just to protect myself.

I want to see where this leads.

“Looks like everyone’s good here. How about we let them get to sleep, and I’ll show you to the guest room?” Greg asks.

The guest room. It’s a very kind and thoughtful gesture, letting me have my own space without any expectations. We say our final goodnights and turn off the light, cracking the door closed behind us.

I begin to follow Greg to the guest room, but something takes hold of me. Something deep and warm that I haven’t felt in a very long time.

I want to feel it more, have it wash over me, and make everything else in the world melt away.

Greg pauses and turns to point up a stairwell. “The guest room is right up these sta –” But I cut him off, taking him by the collar of his shirt and bringing him down for a kiss. He smiles against my mouth and returns the kiss ever so gently.

It’s not enough. I open my mouth as a clear invitation, one Greg readily accepts as he slides his tongue between my teeth to meet mine. He snakes his arms around my waist and holds me tight. Greg gently nibbles at my bottom lip, and my knees buckle, feeling an unexpected rush of pleasure.

Finally, knowing exactly what I want, I pull away and look up at him with half-lidded eyes.

“Or we can walk past the guest bedroom and head to the master suite,” he whispers in my ear.

“Yes,” I reply. He takes me by the hand and leads me up the stairs, down the hall, and through a very ornate wooden door. Inside is a king-sized bed, perfectly made up with silk sheets and a mountain of pillows.

I kick off my ballet flats and let my cardigan slide off my shoulders and pool on the carpet. Greg begins to unbutton his shirt but, seeing me begin to undress, pauses and wraps his hand around the back of my head.

“Save some for me,” he growls lightly before taking my mouth in his again. He kisses me frantically, then his mouth moves down my jaw towards the skin of my neck. I flinch, having spent so long with a vampire that the motion feels threatening.

But I trust Greg, so I let myself relax as his tongue slides across my skin. His teeth leave small, gentle marks across my throat and down to my collarbone. I groan as his calloused, warm hands run up my stomach and cup over my breasts. My own hands, wanting desperately to do something, find purchase in his shaggy brown hair. I run my nails over his scalp and hear him groan in appreciation.

There’s a small click of my bra unbuckling, and in one swift movement, my blouse and bra are both over my head and on the floor. Greg walks me backward towards the bed where he presses me down into the mattress, my legs dangling over the end of the bed.

“Beautiful,” he breathes in a husky tone before taking my left breast into his mouth, rubbing my right nipple with his hand.

“Oh my God,” I groan, realizing how long it’s been since I’ve felt like this. He’s working me over so thoroughly, and I’m finding it difficult to remain patient as he moves his mouth to the other side. Part of me wants to savor this moment, our first time together. Hopefully the first of so many. But the stronger side wants more, more, more right now!

I wonder if mind-reading is a werewolf power, as Greg seems to effortlessly read mine. His hands quickly undo the fastening on my pants and slide them off with ease. I push myself up onto my elbows, chasing him for another kiss, which he obliges.

“Now, lay down and relax,” he commands. And oh, yes, I am more than happy to obey as he hikes my legs over his shoulders and presses forward without hesitation.

My first thought upon feeling Greg’s tongue slide across my lips is how everything leading up to this moment must have been a stroke of pure luck. The second, as his tongue darts between my folds and finds my clit, is that Hunter would never work me over like this. He was always so focused on his own pleasure. How did I manage to settle for so little for that long?

Greg starts off slowly, the scruff on his chin tickling my thighs as he moves up and down. The tip of his tongue circles my clit, adds light pressure, and sends a shockwave of building pressure through my stomach. Out of habit, I slap my hand over my mouth to muffle my sounds.

“Moan for me, Sarah,” he says. “No one will hear.”

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