Page 97 of Big Bad Bully
“First human?”
I wince. “Yes,” I admit.
She doesn’t seem offended. “You’re my first, too.” She smiles.
“First wolf?”
“Billionaire. And wolf. I’ve had a white guy before, though.”
I can’t help it. I laugh. Things feel so different with Aubrey right now. Like all our barriers are down. All that sniping at each other, all the power plays are absent. We’re suddenly on the same team.
I lean over and nibble at her neck while I continue to glide in and out of her. “I wanted you the moment I first caught your nutmeg and honey scent at the cafe. You were so fucking sassy. I wanted to bend you over that counter and smack your sweet ass.”
Aubrey gushes fluids, turned on, as always, by any suggestion of dominance. I go with it, caging her throat with my fingers.
“Did I make you break your rule?” Aubrey’s lids droop.
Warning bells go off. I shouldn’t share this with her–shouldn’t give her a reason to hate me, but she doesn’t seem offended.
“Yes,” I admit.
She gives me a satisfied smile. “You made me break mine, too.”
Fate, she’s gorgeous. I like her like this–soft and open to me. I like her feisty, too, but this is something special. She’s letting me in.
“Your no billionaires rule?”
“Yep. I wanted to keep on hating you, but you were too damn sexy. And then you started with the capability porn.”
“The what?”
“Capability porn. The way you solve problems so easily. Like training a puppy and getting security footage erased. Protecting me from snipers. You’re pretty swoon-worthy, Billy.” A vulnerable look creeps over her face. “I consider myself a strong, independent woman, but I like how you make me feel taken care of. You see me for who I really am, despite all the fronting I do.”
My wolf revels in hearing that she feels protected with me, as she should. It occurs to me that I am attracted to Aubrey’s strength, even though my bias said she must be weak because she’s human. I was wrong–just like I was wrong about Madi. Aubrey is strong in ways I can’t comprehend. She’s brave and loyal and has a sense of justice that doesn’t flinch or wither beside self-preservation.
She’s one in a million. I thought she was an itch to scratch, but she’s so much more.
She’s everything.
“Silver, I’m about to make this into capability porn. Me capable of making you come with my fingers around your throat.”
She smiles.
I tighten my fingers–not enough to block any airflow, just enough to make it exciting. I ride her harder, plowing deeper with each thrust. Making it mean something.
She starts moaning, and the sound brings out my feral side. I pick up speed, slamming into her harder now. Her eyes roll back in her head. Her mewls make me harder than stone.
My body finds a new reserve of energy–probably drawn straight from Aubrey–and tension builds. My balls draw up.
“Come, Aubrey,” I command.
“Yes! Yes!” she cries. “I’m right…” Her muscles squeeze around my dick.
I come at almost the same time, thrusting deep and filling the condom. When we finish, I drop to my side and wrap my arms around Aubrey, inhaling her scent into my being.
It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. This wasn’t part of my master plan. Aubrey shouldn’t know what I am. I shouldn’t be lying here with my arms around a human, forgetting to care about anything but her and her safety.
But no part of me regrets this.
