Page 80 of The Wolf King's Mate

I watched him, waiting for him to shoot that down and tell me I wasn’t allowed to go.

“Sounds good.”

Hereallydidn’t care.

That didn’t subtract from my relief, though.

I bit my lip, watching him for a minute. “Did Fletch or Silas tell you anything about the rut, by chance?”

“No. Seems pretty simple, though.”

“It is,” I agreed. “But…”

He lifted his gaze from the vegetables. “But what?”

“You know how wild wolves have knots?”

His forehead creased. “Knots?”

“Like… the base of a wolf’s penis sort of swells?”

The crease deepened. “Believe it or not, I’ve never looked up how wild wolves have sex, Princess.”

I grimaced, pulling up a Google search for an anatomical picture and showing it to him.

“That can’t be real.”

“It is.”

“You’re not trying to tell me that’s going to happen to my cock, right?”

I let out a puff of air. “Maybe you should just find out when it happens?”

“You don’t tell an Alpha that.”

Maybe not.

“If I’m going to—do that—I need a detailed explanation. Immediately.”

I made a face. “Are you going to flip out and attack Silas again?”

“No. You’re going to explain it to me as if it’s never happened to you before.”

I lifted an eyebrow.

He poked it with my finger to lower it. “Now, Princess.”

“Basically, you just screw me like you would any of your other ten-minute conquests?—”

His eyes narrowed.

I ignored his attempt to scare me into getting to the point. I was almost there anyway. “When you finish inside me, the base of your penis just… grows. And gets stuck. Inside me.”

“You already said that part.”

“Inside me? Yeah, there’s no avoiding that. That’s the part that actually eases my heat.”

“The knot?”

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