Page 91 of Good Luck Charm for the Wolf

“I’m feeding you me next,” he says, totally unrepentant.

I roll my eyes and shove him lightly, but he only laughs, grabbing my hand and threading our fingers together.

“You’re clingy this morning,” I point out, though my voice is soft and teasing, not annoyed.

“Forever privilege,” he says with a lazy smile. “Mate rights. Get used to it.”

I should argue.

But honestly?

I love it.

Love how much he touches me.

Love the way his eyes soften when he looks at me like I hung the moon.

Love how safe and wanted I feel tangled up in him.

“You really can’t keep your hands off me, can you?”

“Nope,” he says simply, kissing my knuckles. “Not now. Not ever.”

And maybe I should be used to how intense and overwhelming Doug can be, but his words still melt me right into the mattress.

I sigh dramatically and tease, “You probably want me to have your puppies too, huh?”

It’s supposed to be a joke.

Light. Silly.

Except. Doug freezes.

Then his eyes glow gold with heat so fast I swear the room tilts.

His entire body goes tense and predatory, and oh, oh no.

“Sunshine,” he says slowly, his voice a deep growl of pure, dirty intent.

“You shouldn’t say shit like that unless you want to spend the rest of the day stuck right here while I make that happen.”

My entire face goes up in flames.

“Doug!”

But he’s already moving, tossing the tray aside and hauling me onto his lap, his lips brushing my ear as his cock presses hard and thick against me.

“Later,” he promises, his voice molten. “Right now, I just want to hold you.”

I melt instantly, curling into his lap as his arms tighten and his lips press soft, worshipful kisses to my temple, my cheek, my mouth.

He hums low, content and possessive, as I settle against him.

“I’m never letting you go,” he whispers against my lips, voice thick with love and forever.

* * *

“Good,” I whisper back, smiling so wide my cheeks ache. “Because I’m never letting you go, either.”

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