Page 124 of Wolf Roulette

“Yeow!” Fucking shoulder. I studied the torn skin that oozed blood. The bite was nowhere near what I’d envisioned, but it would definitely leave a mark.

Which was probably the point.

Wincing, I lifted my arms and nodded at Greyson to proceed.

Within seconds, Sascha crouched in his place.

Fire slammed into me a second later, and I shuddered against the booming urge to close the gap. It was harder to say the words when I wanted him—when I had to acknowledge the cold truth that we may not have this moment again.

I didn’t want to treat him like crap, but nature didn’t give a shit about my wants.

Sascha trembled where he still crouched. “Say it, Andie. Quickly now.”

I squeezed my eyes shut. “Doore koh e baka.”

The heat left me, and I supported my injured arm under the elbow as Sascha panted. Wobbling over to him, I sank to my knees and rested my head on his shoulder.

I didn’t think he was worthless.

Sascha kissed my temple. “I know, little bird. How’s that bite?”

With gentle fingers, he studied the wound.

I sat straighter. “Hey! You told me Greyson wouldn’t try anything tonight.”

“I possibly misled you on purpose.”

My mouth bobbed.

He lifted a shoulder. “I want to have sex with you so badly that my blue balls are making me walk funny. I had to help Greyson out.”

Laughing hurt my shoulder. “How’s Greyson?”

“Very happy and proud.”

We exchanged a smile.

“Booker?” he asked.

Don’t tell him!

“She doesn’t want me to tell you for some reason.” I snickered.

Booker threw some of Wade’s favourite insults at me, but something else had started to demand my attention.

I fidgeted.

Sascha quirked a brow. “Something the matter?”

“Not at all,” I said sweetly.

His nostrils flared. “You feel some of the heat this time.”

Did I ever.

I bit my lip and clamped my legs together, gasping, “Yes.”

Sascha frowned. “Why this time and not after the last meet?”

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