Page 155 of The Wolf King's Mate

Notentirelyfree. Not while the city wanted me to transform five-hundred-years-worth of women.

But still. Freer than I ever would’ve hoped for.

We stepped under the water, and Enzo held me close while it fell over us. He set me down on my feet, and I leaned against him as he pulled me in.

“My head doesn’t hurt anymore,” he said.

I frowned.

“It always hurt. I let too many people into the pack. With so many wolves going rogue, I couldn’t leave them to lose their minds. I knew I had too many, but my father had more, so I thought I’d be fine. I didn’t put it together until tonight that he could hold them all without pain because of his bond with my mom.”

“You can communicate mentally with everyone without pain now?”

He tried it. “Yeah. Can you feel the pack?”

“I don’t know. What does it feel like?”

“Something wrapped around your skin. Warm. Buzzing. Alive.”

I shook my head. “I just feel like me.”

“Maybe it’ll come later.”

Or maybe it wouldn’t.

I didn’t particularly care either way.

We scrubbed ourselves clean, and I spent extra time on my hair. It was insanely tangled. Enzo had to pick a few leaves out of it, but he thought it was funny.

I did too.

When we finally left the shower, we stumbled into bed and collapsed into each other’s arms.

It was blissful.

I wokewith a moan as Enzo dragged his tongue over my clit. My fingers buried in his hair as my hips arched, pulling him closer. He licked me slowly. Lazily. Without a care in the damn world.

I shattered quickly, and he kissed me through the orgasm, still slow and sweet.

Panting, I released his hair as he pulled me down the mattress, resting over the top of me.

“Good morning, Princess.”

“What a way to wake up,” I mumbled.

His chest rumbled, and he kissed my cheek. Then my nose. Then my mouth.

I parted my lips, tasting myself on his tongue, and wrapped my arms around the back of his neck. When I hooked my legs around his ass to line us up he stopped me with a hand over my center.

“What are you doing?” I asked against his lips.

“Stopping you from distracting me.”

My forehead creased.

“Clay has had the next couple waiting for us in the conference room since this morning. He won’t get out of my head.”

Oh.

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