Page 26 of Wolf's Son
JACQUELINE
What am I doing?
Why can’t I stop thinking about that kiss in my room earlier? Or the ones before?
The day is almost over. The sun has set. Wolf was putting Kale to bed. The two of us had dinner together. Dinner, he fixed on the grill—all of it. I’d never had smoked wings that were so good. What got me was that he even cooked baked potatoes on the grill and biscuits. It was good.
I cleaned up the dishes, though he helped me with them. Since he cooked everything on the grill, there wasn’t much of a mess to clean up.
Now I’m trying to figure out if I should just stayseated where I am on his couch and wait or go to his room and get ready for bed. I could hide in there with the door closed . . . no way would I be able to hide. Wolf would just come in there.
My best bet was to stay right here. I could pretend to be asleep.
Why do I even want to pretend to be sleeping? Don’t I want just what was happening between the two of us?
I do and I know it’s going to happen. My body has never reacted to a man like it does Wolf’s.
Needing to do something, I hop off the couch and make my way down the hall, passing Kale’s room without looking inside. The last thing I need to do is look in there and see a man and son bonding together. Moving into Wolf’s room, I go straight to his bathroom. A part of me says to lock the door behind me, but I don’t.
Nervous, I take a deep breath and strip out of my clothes. Starting the shower, I don’t bother looking in the mirror or thinking further of what I could possibly be doing.
The questions rolling through my mind are more than enough.
Will he come in here?
Will he know the door is unlocked?
Will I see him in the room when I get out?
Does he want me?
Am I enough for a man like him?
It’s hard to keep them at bay, but as I step under the warm spray, it’s like the questions dissipate and I enjoy the water raining over me. The water feels amazing. The perfect water pressure.
Closing my eyes, I run my hands over my body, through my hair, and envision it’s Wolf touching me. Brazenly, I cup my breasts, pinch my nipples, and tug on them.
My moans fill the shower as I keep going. It feels amazing. I could easily come apart just with the thought of him. Letting go of one nipple, I lower my fingers down farther and circle my clit.
In my head, it’s not my touch I’m feeling. It’s Wolf’s, and the thought of him touching me is so much better.
Dipping my fingers even lower, I slide them through my slit and sink one inside me. I bite my lower lip to keep from grasping at how good it feels.
Drowning in the sensations of the thought of Wolf touching me, I find myself so wrapped up in it all that when the shower door opens, I don’t hear it.
I don’t hear a thing, but I feel the hands come around me. Fingers taking over where I was playing with my nipples and pussy.
“You thinking of what I’m going to do to you inmy bed, Princess?” The sound of Wolf’s voice sends a shiver down my spine.
“What are you doing in here?” I barely manage to ask. My body is humming with the need to release. I worked myself up, and now with him in here, him touching me, I could come oh so easily.
“Followed you into the room after putting my boy down. Was gonna wait for you, but heard your moans, no way was I missing out.”Wolf sinks two fingers inside my entrance, pinches and pulls my nipple, while nipping at the side of my neck.
There’s no keeping my moans from leaving my lips. Wolf’s touch is amazing. His words . . . his reasoning are just too much, and within seconds I find myself coming on his fingers.
“That’s it, Princess, you come only for me. No one else. Not even yourself.”
I barely understand what he’s saying because my release is so overwhelming. I don’t even pay any mind to what he does next. How he withdraws his fingers, twists me around, and presses me against the tile wall, drops to his knees, burrowing his face between my legs.
