Page 5 of Wolf Roulette

This couldn’t be real.

“Feels so damn good,” he spoke into my mouth.

Good was the understatement of the century. If I’d ever needed an occasion to use the wordwondrous, this was it.

The scent of our lust rose hard and fast.

Sascha rested his forehead against my breasts. “Fuck.”

My shoulders shook. “This will make things harder.”

“It already has.”

Yeah,something was jabbing me in the ass.

Snorting, I climbed off him.

His want seared across the distance. “Do you need any relief, mate?”

As odd as the concept of sexual relief sounded, the partial heats I’d experienced in the past weren’t a joking matter. They were borderline painful in their intensity.

I turned my focus inward.Huh.“I’m okay this time.”

Sascha’s disappointment curled around me.

I’d always reacted after the meets. Minor reactions at first, but they got stronger each time. I felt nothing now. “Is that weird?”

“Our mating gifts have been off-balance from the start. I’m not worried.”

I didn’t comment on the blatant concern rising from his skin. Instead, I hugged my knees to my chest. “What doesdoore koh e bakamean?”

“I find you unworthy.”

Well, that was freakin’ horrible.

He bent a leg up, regarding me as if his erection wasn’t the elephant in the room. “What did you think it meant?”

A really long no.“Never mind. Is it the Luther language?”

He nodded. “No one really speaks it anymore. Purely ceremonial.”

That was a shame. Something I loved about my tribe was how well our history was preserved. Not that I could speak any of the indigenous language, but the songs and stories crafted from it were beautiful.

Sascha cleared his throat. “We should be able to mind-speak in two-legged form after the kiss meet. Let’s give it a try.”

We could already mind-speak partially shifted or fully shifted. But those restrictions were inconvenient sometimes.

“Come here then.” I crooked my finger.

He latched onto my ankle and dragged me across the mossy grass.

His voice was solemn. “I win.”

My twitching lips ruined the effect of my glare. “I’ve never had to take so many showers in my life.”

Sascha peered intently at me.

“… Are you doing it?”

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