Page 156 of The Wolf King's Mate

“What time is it?”

“Noon.”

Wow.

My sense of time was totally screwed up after the days I’d spent recovering from turning Sydney and my mom.

“Okay, we can get dressed. You’re really hard, though.”

“That’s not exactly a rarity these days.”

I rolled my eyes at him.

His lips curved upward, just slightly.

“Changing the next woman will knock me out for the next forty-eight hours,” I said. “If they’ve already been waiting half the day, another few minutes won’t hurt. And if you fuck me hard, you can get off fast.”

His eyes gleamed wickedly. “I’ve been trying to be more careful with you.”

“Stop trying. I don’t want careful.” I pulled his hand away from my core, and hooked my heels in his muscular ass. When I pulled him closer, he filled me and fucked me hard.

Just like I wanted.

We got dressed quicklywhen we were done. Since they’d been waiting so long, a shower seemed like too much to ask for. We just cleaned up, threw some clothes on, and headed out.

Enzo’s fingers were intertwined with mine when we made it out of the room, and our arms brushed. Our connection felt so much more real than it ever had before. So much more… settled.

There was no going back.

And even if there had been, I didn’t want to.

I had no idea how we were going to handle the situation with turning more women, but we would figure it out together.

There wasfood waiting on the table when we got to the conference room. I noticed Clay nod at Enzo before my Alpha touched any of it.

I wouldn’t have thought anything of the quick interaction before Enzo told me about their past. Now, I knew Clay was confirming that it was safe.

“My mate needs to eat before she turns anyone,” Enzo said, barely bothering a glance at the hopeful-looking couple seated at the table.

I sat down next to the woman, and gave her a small smile. “Sorry about the wait. We sealed our bond late last night, and just got up a few minutes ago.”

“It was no trouble,” the woman said quickly. She was older than my mother—probably in her sixties or seventies. I was curious whether the magic would age her backward a little, like it did for my mom. “Thank you for doing this for me.”

“Of course.”

Enzo set a plate down in front of me and took the chair beside mine. We ate quickly while Clay explained the situation to the couple.

“This is basically an experiment,” he said.

Alarm flashed in the couple’s eyes.

“Not for you,” he clarified. “For Aspen. We’re not sure whether the mate bond between her and our beloved king here has changed how transforming you will affect her.” He gestured to Enzo, who scowled. “The last two times, she passed out during the process and was unconscious for a long while.”

They both looked stunned.

“I’m only telling you this so you’re not surprised if she faints. She’ll probably sit on her mate’s lap when she changes you, just in case,” Clay said.

Enzo made a sound of agreement.

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