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“Sleep.”

I heard the soft sound of Anna’s readied breath one more time, but thankfully, nothing followed and she didn’t argue anymore. My hand reached up to the light switch just above the headboard, sinking the room in darkness as I pushed all and any thought away, figuring I’d deal with it in the morning. I buried my head into Anna’s neck, feeling the small ridges of the bite marks on her neck as I let sleep sweepmeaway.

Chapter Ten

Anna

Iabandonedmy boots at the side of the bed and ignored the stickiness between my thighs as I tiptoed across the hard, wooden floors. The ground was shockingly cold compared to the cocoon of dense heat I had been sleeping in, and I felt goose bumps run up my calves as I stopped to pick up the outfit of clothes I had already laid out so I wouldn’t be rushed into any outfit like I had been yesterday morning. I also became aware of the fact that I had left my stripped clothes in a pile on the floor of the pool room, and had already accepted that the club girls would have claimed them fortheirown.

I held back my sigh, sneaking into the bathroom and putting my clothes on the toilet. I wanted to lock the door, but I couldn’t risk making a sound. Wolf may sleep like the dead, and any attempt to wake him was more or less futile, but I had a feeling fate wouldn’t be kind enough to let me rely on that fact. If I were to lock the door, I’d bet it’d be the one time Wolf was sleeping light enough to hear it. Not to mention, the reason he slept as soundly he did usually was because his blood toxicity levels were through the roof, and since he didn’t even drink a drop of whiskey before passing out last night, I couldn’t rule out the possibility that he was naturally a lightsleeper.

So, I gave up on the lock but thanked God that the walls were soundproofed as I turned on theshower.

I opened the shower door to step in but paused as I caught my reflection in the mirror. My eyes went straight to the mark on my shoulder. Deep red teeth imprints stood out against my pale skin like a prostitute in a nunnery as my skin purpled beneath each mark, the color almost as dark as my tattoo’s ink. That wasn’t all. Small but faint bruises wrapped around my thighs in the shape of big, muscular hands that had held my legs around his waist, stopping me from falling off the bed while he had pounded into me over and overagain.

I quickly looked away, ignoring the hot flush that channeled through my body, and stepped under the shower’s warm spray, loving the way the heat bled into my achingmuscles.

I stood there for a long time, my eyes looking down as if pondering what bottle of shampoo to use despite there only being one, while my mind crawled inside myskull.

I shouldn’t have done that. The voice in my mind said it with a resignation that allowed me to accept that what we just did had been long since overdue. Ever since I had met Wolf, we were like two freight trains on the same track; we only had so much track between us, and at last, we finallycollided.

It had been a hot and wonderful disaster, as I knew it would be. The sex was amazing; my tired and worn muscles were the epitome of our clash in the sheets. I wasn’t a virgin, but sex with Wolf was a whole new shade of color. The man had reached me where no other man had been capable of touching before. He’d built me up to a new height, and the ride back down was a rollercoaster.

Now I was stepping off the ride and bathing in the aftermath ofourlust.

My hand reached down to smooth over my now clean thighs, the traces of Wolf having been washed down thedrain.

He had fuckedmebare.

If the breach of our relationship had knocked me off balance, this floored me. Wolf would be the last person to fuck anybody bare. Not if it meant risking everything on the 0.01 percent chance that my birth control pillwouldfail.

My arm reached up, as did my other, and they wrapped around my chest, hugging myself as if to comfort me from the sudden loss ofstability.

I stood there a moment longer, my forlorn feelings turning into annoyance at myself for acting like some pathetic girl. Wolf fucked me. So what? That didn’t mean anything had to change. I was strong. Fucking a man once, no matter how great the sex was, wasn’t something that shouldconcernme.

Riled up at myself, I reached for his shampoo and squeezed a dollop—perhaps a little too big—into my hands before rubbing it into my hair. I was midway through rinsing it when hands came aroundmyhips.

I let out a sharp gasp, turning on the huge man as he dropped his head beneath the shower’s spray. His dark brown hair, peppered with gray and white streaks, soaked up the water, darkening the color. The strands stuck to his chiseled face as it turned up toward the showerhead. I hated the way my eyes ate him up. I became mesmerized by a tiny drop of water as it rolled down his strong face, then down the edges of his shadowed jaw, following it down his thick neck into the dip of his collarbone. It pooled for a moment and then broke free of the crevice and slid between his crafted pecks, dusted with a dark layer of chest hair and prominent abdominal muscles with a dark trail leading past his pelvis and then downtohis...

A growl made my eyes jump back up. His eyes were fixed on my face, his body leaning over my short stature, arms pressed against the wall by my head and behind me as he closed me in. The water from the shower cascaded over his face before it dripped onto my shoulder and across my back, the warm heat now feeling like a scalding burn as it trailed myspine.

I swallowed, my eyes not leaving his dark brown ones as they leaned closer to mine. His face was shadowed from the bright bathroom light, which gave his hard face a deepsharpness.

“What are you doing?” he growled, his voice husky and cracked fromsleep.

“I… uh…” I broke my eyes away from his. They went to the small gap between me and the shower door and the door that was key to my escape that lay beyond it. “I was justleaving.”

“I don’t think you were,” Wolf growled, his body closing in on my tiny bubble of space. I stepped to the side, attempting to duck under his arm in the gap, but he saw it coming and stepped in my way before I could take a single step. When I went to the other side, he did the same thing, each time his body moving closer and closer. My space diminished, and I felt my back hit the wet, cold tiles of the wall. I let out a gasp at the coldtouch.

Wolf took advantage of my surprise and pushed his body up against mine. He held me against the wall as his hot shaft pressed against the base of my stomach. His eyes narrowed on my body, but having me trapped made the rest of him relax as his hands came down from the wall, reaching to the sides of my face. The room was filled only with the monotonous sounds of the shower hitting the floor, the both of us now moved out of the way of its spray. My body broke out in goose bumps, and the heat of his hands felt as if they were burning through my skin as they moved down my jaw, my neck, and my shoulders, his eyes tracingthepath.

He paused over the bite indentations on my skin, his fingers running over them softly before moving them away. His head came down and his mouth fixed over the marks, making me whimper as his tongue traced each ridge withitstip.

Heat burst up from my core, lighting my body with a feverish quiver that made me feel as if Wolf had only been buried between my legs moments ago. “Wolf,” I breathed, my hand reaching for his hip as I steadied myself against the bathroom wall. When his teeth raked over the mark, my thighs clamped closed, trapping his long shaftbetweenthem.

A reverberating growl came from the depth of his chest, so dark and deep and rough in a way I’d never heard it ever before that my body tensed at the sound. His mouth abandoned my neck, his eyes taking on a feral sharpness as they locked onto mine. He kept his focus on me as he slowly pulled his hips back, his dick pulling away from between my soft thighs until only the tip was pressedbetweenthem.

A long, hard groan came from his lips as he slowly pushed itbackin.

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