Page 48 of Ellie 3

“Gladly,” he snarled.

I blinked and we were out of the shower, water off, and I was sitting on the counter with him between my legs. Gasping as he thrust inside of me, I held on for the ride.

And what a fucking ride it was. He was completely wound up and I was pretty sure it wasn’t just the days without sex. We’d both been dealing with so much crazy that it wasn’t either of our fault.

Was this really about one hot guy saying he was interested?

Could I find more to do that and Ha-joon to hear about it?

Did it make me a bad person that I immediately wondered that as he fucked my brains out exactly how I needed?

Probably.

Did I care right then?

Nope. Not even a little bit.

I finished hard, but I had to admit I was too tired for the counter. I barely said my ass hurt and he lifted me off of it and we were on my bed.

Where he plowed me some more. He pinned my arms over my head andfucked me. I loved it, but I had questions racing through my head.

Well, when I had enough brain cells to think anything.

“Say it,” he growled after bringing me to climax a few more times.

“Yours,” I moaned, gasping for air. “I’m only yours.”

He snarled and shook his head, his wolf clearly riding him before he leaned down so we were nose to nose. “And you accept that we’re going to get jealous and aggressive at the attention you get especially when youlookat them?”

“Yes, absolutely, yes, you should make it clear to me,” I panted, trying to say what he wanted to hear, not even sure that madesense. My head was in happy, world being rocked land.

“Say it!”

“I accept,” I cried out as he made me orgasm again. This man was a fucking machine, and I was all for it.

Well, as long as it was healthy jealousy like this that was done privately and more about him having a wolf that didn’t understand how people had to live. It made sense to me.

No red flags jealousy.

He brought me one more time and finished as well, promising more “punishment,” but I passed out, my body just too down on the tank.

I woke with him demanding I feed from him and ride him and give him what he needed like I should. I wasn’t fully rested, but I’d gotten some sleep for sure. He’d cleaned me up and my hair felt tended to instead of a rat’s nest.

And what he wanted sounded amazing so… Yeah, I was in.

I rode him the best that I could when so tired, noticing that he was helping more than with my balance. I fed from him and moaned at how good he tasted, even more than normal. It had to be how zapped I was but fuck, everything felt great. He did. His body. His blood.

Everything.

But then I crashed again when we were done… Only to be woken up later to him demanding more sex.

And again.

And one last time before our alarms should have gone off. I didn’t even get dinner.

So I wasn’t surprised at the guilt all over him when I woke for real to start my day. It was in his eyes, all over his face—his aura completely full of it.

“Was that really about one good-looking military officer commenting that he was disappointed to hear I was in a relationship because he’d been happy for the excuse to see me again?” I asked him. “Tell me that wasn’t your response to something so mild even if I completely enjoyed it.”

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