Melody. She came back.
“Not now!” I groan as the black hound enters the room.
Harper freezes with me in his arms as we both stare at the intruder. With the darkness around her and her in solid form, only her red eyes are visible. It isn’t even creepy since those eyes are going full puppy dog, begging to stay with us.
“Melody, my old room should be empty,” I say. “Go stay there tonight.”
Those eyes stay trained on us, not wavering.
“It’s better, you can have the whole bed to yourself,” I add.
Movement in the dark. I think her ears perk up.
“No, don’t tell her that!” Harper sets me back on the floor with an annoyed expression. “We talked about this, no dogs on the bed!”
“Well, she has to go somewhere, and she can’t stay here,” I reason out.
His mouth tightens and he doesn’t say anything else. I translate this to mean that he doesn’t want to give up but would rather have sex than keep arguing with a dog. He finally gives a nod, and Melody bounds happily through the wall to go claim my old bed for the night, all puffed up and proud of herself like she just won first prize at one of those snooty dog shows they show on TV.
“Where were we?” I ask and set to removing that frustrated expression off his face.
I strip off the rest of my clothes quickly and free my hair from the loose ponytail it’s tied back in. His jaw loses the tense edge and goes slack, eyes roaming my naked body. There we go.
His hands and mouth are on me the next second, lips kissing down my neck and across my shoulders while his hands map out my body and move down my torso.
“Keep going,” I encourage, arching into him. One hand drifts close to the tip of my hardening cock—then goes back up, caressing my skin without any hurry. Damn it. He’s found his patience again.
I manage to get his belt off and pants undone before he’s grabbing my hands in one of his own to stop me—hey, there we go—but then he just sets them on his shoulders and brings his mouth to my chest to start kissing me there. Going slow even though he says he’s not an old man.
“You’re being so tame,” I say.
“Like domesticated? Is that a dog joke?”
“No, aren’t you gonna go all possessive alpha and throw me down on the bed and ravage my body?”
He pulls back to stare at me. “Uh, no?”
“Really?” While he’s somewhat distracted, I push his pants down his hips. “Look, I’m not the most well-versed in all the particulars of the supernatural world, but this is one topic I have some understanding of. I did my research.”
“Research?” he questions, finally helping me out and kicking off his shoes and then pants. “You researched alpha mating habits?”
“Yeah,” I say. “What, don’t look at me like that!”
The bastard keeps looking at me like that. “You did this after meeting me?”
“No,” I say. “Before.”
“Before you even knew werewolves were real?”
“Yeah.”
“Then what was your source?”
I fidget. It’s hard to act scholarly while completely naked but I try my best. “Just, you know. Very reputable, in-depth sources about the behavior of alpha wolf shifters.”
“By chance is this source women’s erotica?”
“No!” I say, shoving him back onto the bed and climbing on top of him. “Most of it was guy-on-guy.”
