Page 161 of The Wolf King's Mate

“It’s not.”

I peeled my face off his skin, propping myself up with my arms. “Enzo,” I said.

“Hmm?”

“It’s enough. You’re enough. You’re all I want.”

He didn’t look convinced.

I wanted him to be convinced.Neededhim to be convinced. He was just as drained and exhausted as I was, but he nevercomplained about it. He never asked me to stop. Not unless he could tell that I needed a break before I passed out.

He was always taking care of me. I couldn’t handle him feeling guilty the whole time he did.

Sex had come second since we started changing wolves. Or third, after eating. Or fourth, after sleeping.

Alright, sex wasn’t anywhere near the top of the list. We fooled around a little every morning, but we’d never had time for more than a quickie.

Yet Enzo hadn’t left me.

He hadn’t pushed me.

He wanted me comfortable.

And I wanted him… happy.

The thought surprised me.

What I wanted for him and with him was simpler than I realized. In the beginning, I had wanted him to leave me alone. To let me go home. To let me leave him.

Now, all I wanted was for him to enjoy our life as much as I did. Because I was exhausted, yes, and absolutely wiped out. But I was content. I felt fulfilled by what we were doing. We were making a difference in a way no one else could.

Couldn’t he see that?

Why was he so worried that he wasn’t enough for me?

I decided distraction and physical evidence could function as one and the same in this situation.

So, I rolled off his chest.

He lifted his head, concern in his eyes. “Are you okay?”

I ignored the question.

For at least a few minutes, he was going to stop worrying about me.

I unzipped his jeans, and pulled his cock out as I lowered my mouth toward him.

He growled, the sound low and warning. “Be careful what you start, Princess. You know I’m out of practice when it comes to slow and easy.”

“You were neverin practicewith that, Alpha.” I dragged my tongue over the underside of his cock, and he swore, his hips jerking roughly. “You’re more than enough for me, in every way. We’re not arguing about it, okay?”

“Okay,” he snarled, as I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock.

“I’m happy with you. I don’t want anything else, or anyone else. Got it?” I asked, pausing as I waited for an answer.

“Got it.”

I licked him again, just to tease him. “And you’re not allowed to question that ever again. Is that a deal?”

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