Page 26 of Billionaire Wolf Needs a Maid

I rolled us, pulling her onto my chest. She snuggled into me, her breath coming in slow and deep. I could feel her heartbeat, steady and strong against mine. I reached down, gently pullingthe plug from her. She gasped, fluttering around me one last time. My knot deflated, and I finally slipped out of her channel. Our combined pleasures rushed out of her, spilling onto our thighs. I reached down, my fingers tracing the edges of her folds, gathering our mixed essence. She looked up at me, her eyes widening as I brought my fingers to her lips.

"Taste us," I growled, my voice rough with desire. She hesitated for a moment, then parted her lips, her tongue darting out to lick my fingers clean of our milky slickness. The sight sent a fresh wave of desire through me.

"I love you, Nina," I whispered, the words slipping out before I could stop them. But I didn't want to take them back. I wanted her to know, to understand how much she meant to me.

She looked up at me, her eyes soft with love and tears. "I love you too, Dean," she whispered, snuggling back into my chest.

As we lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, the world outside faded away. Moonlight painted silver streaks across the rumpled sheets. Nina's finger traced idle patterns across my chest, following the silvery scars that marked old battles. Each gentle touch sent ripples of contentment through my body. The wolf, now satiated, purred in contentment. The usual restlessness, the constant war between man and beast, settled into peaceful coexistence for the first time in my life.

"What are you thinking about?" she murmured, her breath warm against my shoulder.

"How quiet it is." The words came slowly as I tried to explain this new sensation. "In here." I tapped my temple.

She propped herself up on an elbow, moonlight catching the amber highlights in her hair. "Is that unusual?"

"Unprecedented." I caught her wandering hand, pressing it flat against my heart. "You quiet the storm."

Her lips curved. "The big bad billionaire, tamed by little old me?"

A growl rumbled in my chest as I rolled us, pinning her beneath me. "I wouldn't go that far."

"No?" She arched an eyebrow, a challenge glinting in her eyes. "Because from where I'm lying..."

I silenced her with a kiss, drinking in her laughter. When I pulled back, her eyes were soft with something that made my chest ache.

"Is that your solution to winning all arguments?" she asked, breathless.

"Only with you." I nuzzled her neck, inhaling our mingled scents. "Only ever you."

She propped herself up on an elbow, her hair falling in a curtain around her face. "What happens now?"

I brushed a strand behind her ear, savoring the silky texture. "Now I protect what's mine." My wolf pushed the words out, fierce and certain.

She settled against my chest, her heartbeat steady against mine. My arms tightened around her instinctively.

A text notification buzzed on my phone, but I ignored it. It was probably Levi with more smartass commentary about falling for my housekeeper. It could wait. Nothing existed outside of the miracle of Nina choosing to stay.

"Sleep," I murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple. My wolf settled, content to guard her rest. "I've got you."

She mumbled something unintelligible, already drifting off. I stayed awake, watching the rise and fall of her chest, memorizing every detail of this perfect moment before reality crashed back in. The soft curve of her cheek, the fan of her lashes, the way her hand curled trustingly against my chest, all of it seared into my memory.

Tomorrow, we'd face Rafe, Sean, and whatever else the world threw at us. My enemies would see her as a weakness to exploit. They didn't understand that she was my strength. My wolf growled at the thought of anyone threatening her. Let them try. They'd learn exactly how dangerous a lone wolf could be when protecting his mate.

Chapter 11

NINA

I stretched languidly in Dean's massive bed. Everything ached in the most delicious way, a sweet reminder of our passionate night together. The silk sheets whispered against my skin, carrying his scent that made my heart flutter.

But when I caught my reflection in the mirrored closet doors, my contented smile faltered. There, stark against my pale skin, was a mark on my neck. It wasn't quite a bruise, not quite a bite, but something otherworldly. The raised pink edges seemed to shimmer slightly in the morning light in a way that wasn't quite normal.

"Jenkins?" I whispered, suddenly aware of how alone I felt in the massive bedroom. "Where's Dean?"

"Mr. Nightfang is in his office taking an urgent call," the AI responded smoothly. "Though I must say, you look rather marked this morning."

Was it my imagination, or did Jenkins sound amused? I pulled one of Dean's dress shirts from the closet around me, theexpensive fabric swimming around my petite frame. "I'll bring him some coffee."

In the kitchen, I prepared Dean's coffee exactly how he liked it. The familiar routine helped settle my nerves, even as my fingers kept straying to that strange mark on my neck.

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