Breezy backed away from me. “Oh, no. I am not going to be another notch on your belt.”
My eyes widened. She thought I wanted her for a night or for a plaything. I’d have to prove that wasn’t the case, but not with a houseful of people. “Take a shower and get clean. I’ll shower across the hall, and after they leave, we will talk.” I stabbed my finger in her direction. “If you ever run off again, I swear by all that is holy, I’ll blister your ass so fucking hard you won’t be able to sit for a damn week without feeling the sting. Feel me?”
I didn’t wait to hear her reply, turning on my heel and stalking from the bathroom. The door to the ensuite shut behind me with a thud, letting me know she didn’t like my words, but I didn’t give a flying fuck. Her safety was my priority.
The lonely shower sucked as did the fact my dick was hard enough to drill holes in the wall, yet the only hole it wanted was across the hall. The image of a slicked-up, naked Breezy had me reaching for the soap. I washed my hair and body quickly, knowing the people out in my living room would know I was jacking off, but I had to release the pressure in my aching balls, or I’d never be able to focus. It only took a few hard pumps, and the thought of Breezy on her knees with her lips wrapped around the head of my dick, to have me coming like a teenager. I grunted as streams of come flew out and washed down the drain with the water. Quickly, I finished and dressed in record time.
As I entered my bedroom, I could hear the shower running and felt like a caged wolf. I paced the length of my room, wanting to knock down the door. When the shower cut off, I barely contained my instinct to go in and help her dry off. I’d dressed in a pair of loose sweats and a white T-shirt. I wasn’t sure what Breezy would put on, so I grabbed leggings and a sweatshirt Lyric had left in the guest room. Knocking on the door, I yelled, “I have something for you to put on that’s clean.”
I swore it sounded like she growled something about my whores’ leftovers, which made me laugh. “You and Lyric are about the same size, and since they’re leggings and a sweatshirt, they should work.” I made sure to keep my voice level. No sense in pissing her off anymore. I’d have to let her know I’d never brought a woman to my home. Ever. When I fucked a woman, or a she-wolf, it was always at her place, the club, or somewhere else. I didn’t do morning afters or lead them on. With Breezy, it was different. She just didn’t know it yet.
The door jerked open a couple of inches. I saw her wet head and my dark red towel wrapped around her chest. I felt like whining when she hid the rest of her body behind the door.
“Thank you.” She held her hand out.
Chapter Three
Breezy wanted to laugh at the surprise in Xan’s dark eyes. She loved how his eyes would shift from dark brown to alpha blue, depending on his mood. Right now, he was clearly puzzled as to why she wasn’t falling at his feet.
“I’ll be out in a few.” She shut the door, leaning on it with a quivering sigh.
Of course, she didn’t want him to see the scars crisscrossing her back thanks to Mommy Dearest. A shudder had her tightening the grip on the plush red towel. Everyone thought she always wore a corset or snug-fitting tanks to look sexy, which she sorta did. But they also covered the scars that had never healed from the numerous beatings her dear, sweet, crazy ass of a mama had done before her father had figured out what was going on. Yeah, she definitely didn’t want to see what the perfect Xan, second to the alpha of the Iron Wolves, the man who could walk around buck-ass naked, would think of her and her scars. Nope, she would just keep him and all men from seeing her in the buff, along with everyone else. If he thought she was a whore, then so be it.
Well, that didn’t seem to be working as a deterrent any longer. She may need to come up with a boyfriend. Biting her lip, she slipped into the clothing he’d given her, inhaling to make sure there were no other female scents on the items. God, how she hated seeing the swinging door of women he’d screwed. Hated the stories of Kellen and him and their penchant for sharing their conquests, or the descriptions of women bouncingon their cocks. Not that she wouldn’t love to do that and so many other things to Xan’s impressive dick. Her face heated, while her nipples hardened at the image. Ignore him he’d said. She snorted. “It’s kinda hard to ignore a third leg poking into your ass.”
“You say something?” Xan yelled through the door.
Covering her face with her hands, she looked into the mirror. Her eyes didn’t appear to be dilated, which was good. After the hit she took from the accident, she worried she might have had a concussion. Werewolf genes were good. The knot on the side of her head had already shrunk to a small bump, the cut not needing stitches. The amount of blood that had washed down the drain would’ve been alarming had she been human. The pale complexion she wrote off as aftereffects of the scare. “I said I’ll be out shortly.”
His husky laugh boomed through the door.
Not having time to properly dry her hair, she ran her fingers through the wet mass, then opened the door to find the object of her deepest fantasies sitting on the edge of his big king-sized bed. The dark wood furnishing drew her attention to the heavy posts at each end, and she couldn’t help but think of the things she’d read in books about being tied up with her arms and legs attached to each end, spread-eagled and at his mercy.
“Don’t look at the bed like that or we won’t make it out of this room,” he rumbled, voice deeper than normal.
“I’m sure you say that to all the girls.”
He chuckled. “You’re the first I’ve ever had here.”
She rolled her eyes. “Sure.”
Xan snagged her wrist. “I mean it. I would not lie to you.”
She turned her head, holding his gaze. “You’re being for real?”
Xan pulled her between his spread thighs. “I’ve no reason to lie. Besides the fact I never wanted to bring a woman into myhome and give her false hopes, I liked having a place to escape. This is it.” He waved his arm in a wide arc, and with the other, he secured it around her waist.
The height of the bed meant she was at eye level with him. His eyes flashed to blue, an indication that he was having deep emotions. “I won’t disturb your space.”
He groaned, burying his nose in her wet hair. “Fuck me, you are going to drive me insane.”
“Too late for that.” She teased.
“Hmm, you think you’re funny.” He glanced at her breasts.
When she tried to cover the hardened tips, he grabbed both arms and held them by her side, his thighs tightened on hers. A wicked look entered his eyes, and then his head bent, his mouth with the sharp teeth latched onto one tip. Her back arched of its own accord, pushing forward.
“Oh, god.” She was glad his legs were holding her up.
