What am I doing?
I picture her eyes. Her curves. Her sweet smile.
And before I can think better of it, I start stroking my cock.
Christ, this is insane.
I know better than this. But I can’t stop.
Not now.
Her image burns inside my mind’s eye. It urges me on.
And when I finish, spraying my cum all over the tile shower, I can hardly catch my breath.
“Fuck.”
She told me she can't do games.
Good.
Neither can I.
But what the fuck do I offer a woman like Gabriella?
I'm a monster Wolf who fights fires for a living. I live on a mountain. I have no idea how to raise a kid.
I've spent half my life avoiding anyone who might need something from me because I've always believed eventually I'd hurt them.
And Gabriella?
She's already been hurt.
I know it.
Maybe not how.
Maybe not by who.
But I know. The thought makes my claws slide out.
“Easy.”
Monster growls.
Protect.
“From what?”
Silence.
Yeah.
That's the fucking problem.
I don't know.
And until Gabriella trusts me enough to tell me, I can't fix it.