“But it’s—”
“Not one word.”
Giuliana, we all fear something.
Yeah? I’m a wolf afraid of a bug.
Well, yeah. That was a bit odd. Especially as wolves normally lived in the woods. But she was also a person who had phobias. He could understand that.
“And I’m a wolf afraid to be in cars,” he said allowed. “I suppose I’ll be the one on bug duty.”
She shivered. “Yeah. Anything that crawls that isn’t an ant.”
He didn’t suppress his smile then. “Will I get a reward?”
“Sure, as long as you kill it.”
He stood, waiting and expectant.
She frowned. “What?”
“I’m waiting.”
“What? Now? Are you serious?”
He didn’t move. He liked this side of her, a part of her that needed him, even if for something as small as killing her fear of a crawling insect.
After a moment, she sighed roughly. “Men.”
Her heat seeped into his skin, her scent wrapping around his balls as she stepped into him. When her arms wrapped around his neck, he pulled her closer to his chest, crushing her breasts against him. The soft globes flattened under the pressure.
Silken lips pressed against his, and he sampled what she offered, licked the seam of her mouth until she opened. He took over, licking his way around the damp cavern, mimicking what he wished he could do with his body. Pasquale sucked on her tongue, swallowing her moan.
She was a fire in his blood, driving him to want more, need her closer. Pasquale lifted her off her feet, and her legs wrapped around him in response. They didn’t have time, Dominic was calling them, but he’d make it for them. Give her something for the gift she gave him.
His Alpha power snaked out, pushing against her skin. Giuliana moaned once more, turning her head until their mouths fit better together. His power danced between her legs, going for fast and hard, tracing what he knew were slick folds ready for his attentions.
Each roll of her hips was a dream. Her cries, a balm to his soul. He wrung her out, dancing on the edge of ignoring the man they both should answer to until she was bucking on him, screaming her climax into the air.
“Delicious,” he murmured against her mouth.
“That was … It was only supposed to be a kiss.”
“And it was, you just didn’t specify which set of lips I was held to.”
She slapped his shoulder as he set her on her feet. “We’ve got to go, dude.”
He blinked, not thinking he’d ever been called “dude” before. “Dude?”
“Shut up and let’s go.”
She was out of his house before he could say anything else. He followed, calling to his wolves who weren’t traveling with him to protect Fabiana and the home. Those who would go with him slipped from the night, surrounding him in silence.
Dude?
Shut up, Pasquale!
Make me.
