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Chapter 31

Jameson

The next book starts out as badly as the last one ended.

As in Wolf is being a little shit.

“I don’t like seeing you all dressed up like that,” I tell her.

I didn’t like the dress they put on her at the citadel as soon as they found out who she was.

I don’t like this silky robe either. It’s something a Lady wears, and I’m not a man who’ll end up with a Lady.

I’m the man who steals into her room like a thief to watch her undress.

Rowan just seems confused. “Like what?”

“Like his whore.”

She doesn’t get angry at that, like she should. In her eyes, I can see her sympathy for me, and it’s much worse.

“I’m not to be his whore,” she says softly. “I’m to be his wife.”

I grit my teeth.

She hasn’t met him yet, her future husband. She’s barely halfway there, and she’s still intending to marry him, after all we’ve been through. Her duty to her brothers means far more than any warmth she might have in her heart for me.

Still, she loosens her robe and slips my hand inside, places it on her breast like an invitation.

“We can’t,” I say, even as I squeeze her. I push her back against the wall. “I can’t take one more day waiting to say goodbye.”

“This isn’t goodbye, Wolf.” Her eyes mist with desire. She draws the robe open, and I take out my cock. I bury myself deep inside her as soon as she lets me.

I fuck her like it’s the last time, because it is. I fuck her hard. I don’t care if I’m hurting her anymore.

She’s tearing out my heart.

But no matter how hard I fuck her, she only wants more.

“Yes, Wolf… give me everything…”

I bury my face in her neck. I pin her against the stone wall and fuck her little cunt, and when she makes all those pretty sounds of pleasure, I kiss her deep, wanting to silence her.

She tilts her hips and rubs against me in that maddening way, and I can’t help it; I grind against her the way I know she wants it until she explodes, coming on me, her flesh pulsing around me, sucking me in.

I lose myself in her, coming hard, groaning against her neck.

I feel like an animal. With Rowan, I always feel this way.

“Hmph.” I grumble out loud.

Megan is stretched out on the bed behind me, at the back of the cabin. Her eye catches mine, and she smirks.

It’s the middle of the night, we’re somewhere over the Atlantic, and I told her we should get some sleep hours ago. But here I am, reading again.

I’m not even sure why she’s awake. I didn’t know she was.

“How’s Wolf doing tonight?” she inquires sleepily.

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