Page 101 of A Wolf's Heart

I was wokento my covers being pulled off me. I could smell the familiar sweet and tangy scent of Weylin. Lips pressed to my neck, droplets of water falling to my cheek, telling me he had just gotten out of the shower. I remained still, pretending to sleep as he kissed my skin, his hand slipping up my shirt, kneading my flesh.

I still said nothing as Weylin shifted in the bed, the weight of his body over me.

“Babe, stop playing, I know you’re awake,” he whispered.

I opened my eyes and rolled onto my back, looking up at him. “What time is it?”

His eyes were bright and sparkling, the only light in the room coming from the en suite bathroom. “A little after midnight.” He nuzzled my neck, breathing in deep.

He grabbed the hem of my shirt—his shirt, but I was wearing it—and lifted it up over my head. I was hardly in the mood, but the more he touched and kissed me, the more into it I was getting.

“The attack on you was completed by the Ophidian pack.” He began kissing my exposed chest, his tongue teasing my skin. He stopped at my nipple and took it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around before continuing down my ribs, taking my breath away.

“I scented their two betas.” He continued to speak in between peppering my skin with more slow, teasing kisses. He took the hem of my borrowed pants between his fingers and pulled them down.

It was at that moment, as he sat back on his haunches, that I realized he was naked. His erection was hard and ready.

“You know who hurt Max?” I asked, slightly breathless.

“Sit back, babe, I’m telling a story.”

I obeyed him, lying back but remaining propped up on my elbows. He seemed amused by this as he nestled his broad shoulders between my thighs and I let my legs fall open.

I was about to tell him to get on with it but swallowed my words as his lips pressed a gentle kiss to my clit before his tongue came out. I worked hard on not allowing my legs to close around his head, but Weylin’s hands gripped my thighs, and he hooked his shoulders under them, looking up at me through hooded eyes.

As I wrapped my legs around him, squeezing him, he hummed his pleasure. His fingers slowly drifted up my thighs, gripping my ass. Pulling one hand back, Weylin slipped two fingers into me. I gasped, my head falling back.

Weylin was relentless, licking, sucking, and teasing as he fingered me. I came quickly, my thighs squeezing around his face, my hands gripped in his hair. He sat up on his knees, moving close to me as he ran his hand over his cock, spreading my cum as he did so.

“Kage and I went to Ophidian territory and tracked down the two betas in question,” Weylin whispered with glee. He gripped my thighs, pulling them to wrap around his waist, and in one movement, he pushed into me. A tremor rippled through his body while he pumped in and out of me.

“We ripped their limbs off first, as they screamed and begged for mercy.” Weylin’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he tilted his chin up. I had never seen anything sexier than this moment. The muscles along his arms, coiled and prominent as he held onto my thighs. His abs flexed and released with each thrust.

When Weylin’s eyes met mine once more, a dark grin spread across his face. I clenched around his cock, feeling my orgasm building again at the sheer sight of him. He bent down, kissingme roughly, biting at my lip. I gasped, tasting that he had broken skin. Weylin licked at my lip until my skin healed on its own, and then his pace quickened until he found his release.

Sweat-covered and hot, Weylin fell over me, his hands catching himself. Out of breath, I wrapped my arms around his neck as he rested his forehead on my chest.

“Their heads were the last to be dismembered.” He spoke between breaths, looking back up at me after a moment to catch his breath. “We speared them, pegging them into the ground for the others to see.”

“You killed them?” I asked. I shouldn’t be as pleased to hear this as I was. In fact, I knew I should be disgusted by this. As a police officer, I should be downright angry. But I couldn’t be. The excitement of the kill still danced in Weylin’s eyes, and every word he had spoken just made sense.

“Yesss,” he hissed. “I will kill anyone who threatens what’s mine.”

In that moment, my wolf begged me to bite him, to claim him, to pledge to bond with him forever and eternity. It took everything in me not to.

I raised my head, grabbed a fistful of hair and brought his lips to mine, kissing him passionately as I poured my gratitude into him. It was the best I could give him, and he devoured every drop of it.

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LILA

Ipicked the condo next to Emma, and despite the objections from the other two, Kage was charging me for the lease. It was undoubtedly a fraction of what it actually cost, but you win some and you lose some. I respected him for allowing me to pay for my own housing. I was waiting to hear from my insurance company on what was covered in the house. In the meantime, what little belongings Weylin had recovered for me remained in smoky boxes in one of the three bedrooms.

Emma had come by, asking if I wanted to go shopping with her. After declining, she left, only to return with bags of clothing in my size. I transferred the funds to Kage, however that payment was declined by him and returned to my account. I was grateful Emma had gone and not Weylin, who would have bought me all skimpy clothes. Had it been Rainor, I’d likely be dressed all professional and business-like. And Kage, well, I doubt he would’ve gotten me anything. He was likely the one who had sent Emma.

Emma had gotten me a mix of comfy sweats, jeans, cotton shirts, a few dresses, and two business pants suits. All werename brands I recognized but would’ve never bought on my own, and all were clothes that I liked. She had good taste.

Kage had delivered Max’s ashes to me in a wooden box the next day. I kept them in my bedroom, but the minute the box was placed in my hands, it just felt wrong. My mind couldn’t comprehend that my righthand man, my best buddy, was now a pile of dust in a box. Everything Max was to me was more than a pile of dirt. I refused to look at it. Refused to acknowledge it.

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