Page 28 of Big Bad Wolf

Shit. I’ll let him do that anyway, and at this point, I think we both know it.

I scratch his chest. He moves his tail, curling it around my ass as he uses one his claws to lift my chin, forcing me to meet the heat in his eyes.

“Wolf will wash his mate after,” he promises, like that settles the matter. “There’s a tub he can bring inside. If Red gets dirty, Wolf will clean her everywhere.”

Oh, yeah. He’s a smart one. He gives me a taste of being clean, then decides to negotiate another round of mating in exchange for an actual bath. So I won’t be able to get a fresh change of clothes until I’m out of Blackmoor, but to be able to wash my hair… after last night, I would’ve fucked him just because I want to. No lie. If it makes him feel better to think that I need something in order to desire him, maybe it’s better this way.

Maybe then he won’t be so hurt when I have to leave in the morning…

No. No. Tomorrow problem, remember? Today… right now? I have Wolf where I want him… at least, until I get him in an even better position, I do.

“Fine,” I agree.

The hunger in his face sharpens his features. “Yes?”

I nod. “Yeah. But we’re doing this how I like.”

Okay. So maybe I’m giving us both an ‘out’ clause. If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that Wolf doesn’t give up control all that easily. It’s his nature, I guess. Just like how he had to mount me and take me from behind in the most animalistic way possible, if he has any idea what I’m thinking… he might refuse. And then, if he does, I can pretend that I don’t care. That I’m not basically fiending to see if his cock can stretch me out as deliciously as it did last night…

“Red wants to mate Wolf?”

“Only if you let me do it my way.”

For a moment, I’m not sure how he will react. Torn between lust for his mate and his wolfish instincts, Wolf looks at me for a moment before he lashes out his hand, carefully wrapping it around one of mine.

I’m not sure what he’s doing, either. I mean, I want to take control, but I’ll admit I’m curious as to what Wolf is up to. Holding onto me, he shuffles his feet, leading us both over to the abandoned bed in the corner.

A look of pride fills his face. “Wolf understands. Red and Wolf will mate here like people.”

I almost choke on my laugh. Goddamn it, my almost seven-foot-tall monster is so fucking cute. Horny as hell, but adorable. Of course that’s what he thought I meant.

One problem: that empty bed that still makes me think ‘grandma’ wigs me out. If we’re playing Red Riding Hood, I guess I’m supposed to believe that Wolf offed her before turning his hungry sights on her granddaughter. Only I don’t have a grandmother, and he definitely doesn’t seem like the sort of big, bad wolf who would chow down on a little old lady.

Not when he has his mate’s pussy to keep him satisfied.

Another pang hits me as I think about what tomorrow will bring before, with the practiced determination of a woman with way too many skeletons in her closet, I force myself to forget about it in favor of looking up at Wolf.

“Nah. Not there. Actually, I really like how comfortable your nest is.”

And, whoa, that’s nothing I ever thought I’d say.

Wolf’s lips quirk upward and, with another tug, guides me over to the pile of mussed-up blankets on the floor.

However, before he can try to take the lead and make me give it up, I slip my hand out of his and point down at the slight hole we’ve made in the center.

“Down, boy. And don’t move.”

Okay. I couldn’t resist. So many of his mannerisms remind me of a good little puppy, so eager to be praised. And when he immediately plops down on the nest because I told him to, I smile.

“Good Wolf.”

And such a good Wolf deserves a treat.

CHAPTER 10

THE END

Idrop down to the edge of the nest, bracing my hands on the top of his thick thighs before climbing to my knees. The fur only goes up about halfway through those majestic thighs of his, and I scrape my nails through the fur before rubbing the human skin I find there.