Page 129 of Bad Wolf

“I love you, Wren. I have always loved you.”

That thumb and finger continue to do wicked things to me, along with his tongue that traces my bottom lip.

“Now tell me you deserve it all. Promise me this is it for you. That you are my forever.”

I tangle my hands in his wet hair and open my eyes, to gaze into his.

“I promise, I promise,” I pant. I’m totally lost to my need. To my lust. But I know he’s right. I’m stronger now and I know the risks. I know the stakes.

“Good girl,” he says against my lips as he pulls his hand away from my body. He readjusts and I whimper when he teases my clit with the head of his leaking cock. He smirks, lines up his cock at my opening and pushes in with a growl as he impales me.

“I wanna share this incredible life with you. I’ll do better, I swear to God, Wren. I’ll work on being the person you need most.”

“I don’t deserve better from you. You…give me everything I need.”

He growls and nips at my lower lip. “I’m gonna drive my dick into you so hard and so deep there’ll be no forgetting this conversation.”

I nod. “Don’t let me forget it.”

He takes that as my consent to turn me inside out. To leave me aching in the most delicious way, and still begging for more.

CHAPTERTHIRTY-ONE

KNOX

She.Moved. In.

She didn’t leave me to spiral into a what-if loop of dread. She didn’t leave me guessing or stewing over being an asshole yet again.

Instead, she raced around my brother’s, packed up her entire life,again, and dragged every last item she owned across the city in a grand gesture that’s currently blowing my mind.

Who does something like this?

A reassuring text might have done the job at slowing my racing mind. A phone call would have been better. But this? Well, it’s just this side of insanity, and honestly, I’m digging it.

She called me on my shit by calling my bluff, and I could not love her more for it.

“Where’s my…” Wren’s currently digging through a bag searching for God knows what and in the three minutes we’ve been out of the shower, my bedroom looks like a tornado just swept through it.

“Found it!” She holds up her hairbrush like a trophy and trots back into the bathroom, spritzes some kind of product down the length of her shiny, onyx hair, and then begins to section it all off, brushing the long inky locks.

I love seeing her in my space. Well, our space now.

“Could you pass me that bag that looks like an oversized pencil case please? It’s right there by your feet.”

Realizing I’ve not moved, too busy watching her with rapt attention, I hold onto my towel as I bend at the waist to pick up the little bag that scattered onto the floor with some of her other girlie things.

When I flick my gaze back up, I’m now the one being watched. I smirk, releasing the towel from my grasp, and moving in behind her.

Whatever she’s sprayed has her hair smelling like sweet coconut. I take a big whiff as I nuzzle into her neck.

“I can’t believe this is really happening,” I tell her as I leave soft little kisses up the line of her neck.

“Yeah, I kinda pulled the plug on us taking this at a sensible pace. I know you said you love me and want to share a life with me, but I don’t want to force you into something we’re not ready for just because I wanted to prove that actions speak louder than words. It will be easy to pack up my—”

I cut off her nervous rambling by spinning her to face me. Her wet hair slapping me in the face and chest with the force of the movement.

“I want you here. We’d have practically been living together in college anyway. This is always how we were supposed to end up.”

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