Page 132 of The Wolf King's Mate

My chest warmed. “Itisannoying.”

“I’m aware.”

“But itwashot when you made me strip in that bathroom,” I said, a little reluctantly.

“Damn straight.” There was no complaint in his voice, then. “Are you getting more tattoos?”

“Yeah. Nova’s designing a sleeve for me.”

His chest rumbled. “It’ll be fucking sexy.”

My lips curved upward.

“I want to be the first to see it, outside of you two.”

“Okay.”

His hands slid down from my shoulders. They moved over the curve of my waist, and down to my hips. Then lingered. “I’ve never taken you like this before.”

“In the shower? Standing up?”

“That too.” His hands moved down to my legs, widening my stance a little. “I meant from behind. Like wolves.”

Oh.

Damn.

My wolf purred loudly enough that we both heard it. Enzo’s rumbled in response.

His hand slipped between my thighs. “I’m never going to be much of a gentleman when it comes to sex. Or your body. It’s not my nature. I could try, but?—”

“You don’t need to try,” I whispered.

He dragged his thumb over my clit just right, and my head fell backward.

My hands were flat on the tiled wall, holding me up.

“You like it rough?” His lips brushed my ear. His voice was nowhere near smooth.

“You know the answer to that.”

He chuckled against my back as he filled me with two of his fingers, still working my clit.

“You would’ve come on my cock in a matter of seconds in that bathroom, Princess.”

“I know,” I breathed.

“Everyone in that bar would’ve known how thoroughly you belonged to me. I can’t stop thinking about it. It took every ounce of control I had to walk out of there.”

“You were so hard against my ass.”

“I was still hard running through that damn forest. If you’d climbed on my lap, I never would’ve been able to leave that truck.”

“It was a good call not to, then,” I breathed.

“I guess.” Enzo hooked his fingers against my g-spot, grinding my clit hard with the side of his thumb. “No one else will ever touch you again.”

“No one will touch you again, either.”

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