Page 86 of The Wolf Prince's Mate

He glanced over his shoulder, his tired eyes molten as they dragged over my figure. “Good morning, Gorgeous.”

“No one’s supposed to look that attractive before noon.” I gestured toward him as I finally managed to force myself to move, and plopped down on one of the stools in front of the island.

His lips curved before he looked back at his pan. “You still look good enough to eat.”

“Kiss-ass.”

“Is that an invitation?”

I snorted. “You wish.”

“Hell yeah I do.” He flashed me a grin. “Any time, any place.”

I shook my head, setting my arms on the countertop and lowering my chin to rest on them. “I didn’t know this forced vacation came with free food cooked by a mostly-naked chef.”

“We can make that a fully-naked chef if you want. I’d say a meal and a show should always be part of the heat experience.”

“I don’t know. I haven’t heard any reviews for this show in particular. What do the other women say?”

“There’s never been a woman in this cabin before, but if there had been, I’m sure they would’ve given me ten out of five stars.”

My forehead creased. “Really? You haven’t brought another woman here?”

“Nope.”

“I’ve heard you’re kind of a man-whore, though. No offense.”

“I think that term is usually used as an insult, so offense is implied.” He didn’t look away from the stove. He didn’t deny the accusation, either.

“I’m not judging you. I slept with a few human guys while I was in Greenview, and would’ve probably hooked up with wolves too if I wasn’t trying to hide what I was.”

“I’ve only ever been with a woman once every couple of years, when the loneliness gets too strong to ignore. My wolf is usually more difficult to control afterward,” Clay said.

My eyes widened.

Once every few years?

Loneliness?

“You’re telling me that you only have sex two or three times adecade?” I checked.

“Yup.”

Crap.

“So between heat and screwing me in my room at the Lodge, you’ve had more sex with me than you have in like… thirty years?”

“Mmhm.”

Holycrap.

“Is your wolf harder to control after you’re with me?” I asked.

“No. He hasn’t tried to break out of the cage because of it yet.”

Yetseemed like the most important word.

“And if he ever does while we’re doing the fuck buddy thing, we’ll have to focus on thebuddystuff for like… a couple years?”

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