Page 82 of The Wolf King's Mate

Maybe it could actually be fun.

After dinner,we landed back on the couch. It had to be the most comfortable couch in the world.

Enzo had lifted my feet to his lap and set a hand on my knee when we first sat down, and it was slowly creeping higher.

I chewed my thumb as the mystery in my book unraveled and part of the plot resolved—and bit downhardwhen the couple finally sealed the deal.

My body was already warmer than usual because heat was brewing.

Enzo’s hand was on the middle of my thigh, his thumb stroking my inner leg slowly even though he was focused entirely on his book. That told me he was feeling it too.

I couldn’t help the way my toes curled in response to the desire building in me.

I was starting to lose control of myself already.

It was happening sooner than it should’ve. I had never spent time before heat with the guy I was going to spend it with. Maybe that was why.

I had to close my eyes and focus on my breathing.

Enzo’s sudden, sharp inhale told me he’d noticed my scent. “The main characters finally screwed?”

“Mmhm,” I managed, holding my iPad higher so he wouldn’t see my face.

He lifted it out of my hands, looking down at the screen. “It’s turned off.”

“Mmhm,” I repeated.

“Why are your eyes closed?”

I didn’t answer him right away.

“Aspen,” he warned.

“Apparently, I get horny before heat. It’s fine. I shouldn’t have read a spicy book. Ignore it.”

He set his book down. I heard it, though my eyes were still closed. “Look at me.”

I wrestled with my eyelids, but couldn’t stop them from flying open in response to the command.

“I’m your mate. Let me ease it for you.”

“You’re not technically my?—”

“Princess.”

“No,” I said emphatically, though my hands were already on the waistband of my leggings, pushing them down. “I don’t need help. I’m fine.”

“Alright.” His honey eyes darkened as he watched me lift my ass to pull the leggings down further. My thong stayed on, at least. “Does touching yourself help?”

“Sometimes.”

His lips curved upward.

He’d sniffed out the lie.

Enzo and his brothers and their damn noses were going to be the death of me.

He unbuckled my boot and eased it off my foot, grabbing the bottom hem of my leggings and peeling it over my sore ankle for me. He was way more careful than he needed to be, and that was hot.

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