Page 112 of The Wolf King's Mate

After another minute, he grudgingly pulled his hands away from me. My wolf growled at me for depriving myself of his touch, but she would just have to get over it.

“I was hunting a rogue wolf,” he finally said, his voice low and gritty. Goosebumps broke out on my bare skin at the sound, but they were ignored. “I slept too many hours with you and lost its scent. I’ve been trying to find it again.”

“Did you find it?”

“No.” There was bitterness in his voice. Worry, too.

“It hasn’t gone rabid yet, then.”

“Not yet, but it will. And rogue wolves always find a new pack quickly.”

If one rogue on the edge of going rabid joined a pack of others, it could set off a chain of blood.

More rabids.

More death.

“Why did you come back, then?” I asked.

He didn’t look nearly as tired as he’d been the last time I saw him. He must’ve slept in the forest and eaten out there, at least a little.

“My wolf.”

The furry monster wanted to see me.

It was sweet, if slightly disappointing.

I needed to stop hoping the man would come back for me. Or reach out to talk to me. Or… do anything for me just because he wanted to, really.

I needed to accept that there was no desire on his side of our connection. It was just the wolf.

But I didn’t know how.

“Alright. Let’s find somewhere else to talk, so he can get his fill of me and you can go back to hunting.”

Enzo blinked again, clearly surprised.

I pushed his body away from mine lightly, and he gave me just enough space to slip through. Before I could bend down and grab my clothes, he had picked them up for me.

Neither of us mentioned the torn panties as I pulled my leggings on without them.

And it didn’t pass my notice when he slipped them into his pocket.

A glance in the mirror proved that my face was flushed, but I looked normal other than that. Everyone would be able to smell my desire on Enzo’s breath, and know exactly what he’d done to me.

At least his release wouldn’t be dripping down my thighs. I could maintain some of my pride.

Every eye that had been on the bathroom door snapped away when we walked out. Enzo held me in front of him, the way he usually did, using my body to hide his erection. His jeans helped keep it under control for the most part, but the man was gigantic. There was no way to fully hide it, especially after he had his mouth on me the way he did. The man was just plain horny.

Maybe everyone would smellhisdesire too.

Fletcher was waiting outside the bar when we made it out, and fell into step beside us. I expected Enzo to let go of my waist, but he didn’t.

“I’ll get her back to the pack’s land. You can have the next few hours to yourself,” Enzo told my brother. “I’ll leave again whenever you’re back.”

Fletcher grunted and turned back to catch up with his buddies.

“He’s only been to his room to change for the last few days. He hasn’t even had time to get settled in your pack. Find someone else to switch off with him so he can have a break sometimes,” I said.

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