“I, um, don’t understand. It doesn’t make sense, but I saw. It. You. I think… you’re a wolf?” She looked tentative about asking. Hell, I didn’t blame her because with anyone else, it was an insane question.
I nodded. “Yes.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” she whispered.
“I did. You just didn’t believe me. I’d never lie to you, sugar. Never.” I didn’t step forward because I wasn’t sure how scared she was. Whether she’d run from me now that she knew the truth. If she ran, fuck, my wolf would want to chase.
“You told me you were a wolf?” She cocked her head to the side. Her long hair slid like a silky curtain over her shoulder. “I think I would have remembered that.”
“In my van after I– after your house,” I clarified, but skipped reminding her that I’d killed two men with my bare hands.
She laughed and tucked her hair behind her ear. “This is crazy, you know that, right? People are going to think I’m insane.”
“You can’t tell anyone. What I am is a secret, has to be a secret, to keep everyone safe.”
Her eyes widened, then furrowed. “Everyone?”
“Others like me.”
“Others… oh, um, God. Okay. I have so many questions.” She tucked her hair back again, clearly a nervous gesture. “So many, but I want to save them for later.”
Now or later, it didn’t matter. The answers would be difficult to believe and harder to swallow. “Whenever you want, I’ll–”
To my utter happiness and total surprise, Brooke launched herself at me, wrapping those slender legs around my waist as she kissed the fuck out of my mouth.
Brooke. Was. Kissing. Me.
She knew I had a wolf in me.
She knew I shifted.
She knew everything.
And she was kissing me.
Fuck, yes.
My tongue swept between her lips, and I palmed her ass with my hands, walking forward in search of a bedroom.
“You don’t care that I’m part wolf?” I asked, kissing along her jaw. She had jumped me, so she obviously wasn’t scared of me. She was kissing me, so she was turned on. I was so fucking confused. I wasn’t sure if we should talk or fuck.
“Care?” she asked. “No. Turned on? Yes.”
“Fuck, sugar,” I growled. My mate was running hot, not running scared.
“Are you going to get rough with me?” She peppered kisses all over my face.
I froze. “Do you want me to?” Please, fate, have her say yes.
Thank fuck. I found a bedroom. I needed my mate in the center of that bed. Clothes off. Screaming my name. Like she said, I’d answer any questions she had. Later.
“Yes!” Brooke murmured against my lips.
I groaned. Growled. Groan/growled because my mate wanted it rough.
Oh damn. I needed it now.
There would be no holding back. Not after she told me that.
