Page 3 of Wolf Roulette

Immortality or death.

Immortality.

Ability to have children or not.

Children.

Yet to meet someone and have such astronomical choices to make, seemingly overnight,wasn’ta simple thing. Nature preferred to offer stone-cold ultimatums, but reality didn’t work that way. Marriage and having kids were decisions people usually made over years or decades. And when a centuries-old game and werewolves were chucked into the mix, things got extra complicated.

I bit my lip. “How are you so sure about me?”

He moved closer.

Don’t look at his junk, Andie.

“I had advantages you didn’t back then.” Sascha smiled. “I watched and listened to your interactions with others and saw you were cunning and kind. The mating call made mewantyou, but when your pain became my pain, and your joy and laughter were mine too, I knew I loved you.”

Love.

My heart pounded.

The last time I heard those words, I ditched the guy in minutes. This fear was different though. When Logan said the words, I feared reciprocating his sentiment. With Sascha, I feared how muchI already felt.

Admitting this to him always seemed sure to end in disaster—so many barriers had existed between us from the start. But now I was on pack lands with him. For good. That was one major barrier out of the way.

Maybe—maybe—I could open up more.

Sascha kissed my eyelids. “I love you, Andie Charise.”

I looked at the man before me. What if I just went for it? Took the leap people always talked about.

Here goes.“I’d really like to kiss you.”

Sascha brushed his thumb under my eye and studied the tear I hadn’t noticed falling. I didn’t move when he focused on my face.

“You’re crying.” Sascha’s breath caught as the scent of my fear saturated the air.

He pressed his lips to my palm, then cupped my cheek. “Don’t be scared, little bird. Not with me.”

“I’m not scared of you.” I trailed a finger over the expanse of his naked chest, enjoying his shiver.

“Just of everything else?” His voice was unbearably soft.

Another tear fell.Yes.Shrugging a shoulder, I brushed the tear away. Sascha caught my hand again and drew my wet finger into his mouth.

I jerked as warmth pooled low in my stomach.

He rolled to hover above me, and I gazed up at him.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you for a very,verylong time.” Sascha gripped the curve of my hip.

Tell me about it. The thought of his lips touching mine plagued me night and day. We’d been intimate in other ways—maybe in ways people considered more physical, yet somehow this kiss meant more than all those moments.

When I kiss you because no one else exists for me any longer, I want you to kiss me back just the same.

For better or worse, no one else existed for me anymore. From here on out, I planned to embrace it—fear and all.

Sascha sounded near physical pain. “Just so we’re clear, my answer on sex is the same.”

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