Page 12 of A Wolf of War
MILO: Naughty girl? You can be my naughty girl anytime you want, Willow
The last text was a gamble. He wasn’t sure if it would push her away or draw her in further. But it was a risk he was willing to take. She must feel the same unbearable need that he did.
Soon enough, he wouldn’t need to speak to her through a screen. He’d wake up to her beautiful face, resting next to him on her pillow. It would be a pleasure knowing she looked like an angel in the morning when she’d fucked him like a demon the night before.
WILLOW: Slow down lol
MILO: I’ve got a better idea. How about we hang out tonight?
He couldn’t stop himself. He needed to see her again, face to face, not just through 4K cameras in her bedroom or the panes of her window. No, Milo longed for her, flesh and blood, as if she were his form of communion. He would worship her every night, kneeling at the altar between her thighs. Religion had never held any sway over him, but he knew that he’d find God with his cock inside of her.
The seconds crawled by, each one heavier than the last, and still, no message came. He began to worry that he had pushed her too far this time.
And then, his phone lit up.
WILLOW: I’m game
WILLOW: Details?
Milo grinned. This was the perfect moment to reveal himself completely, if she played her part. It all depended on how deeply the connection between them could sway her this early in the game.
MILO: How about a picnic? I hate the city tbh. Would love to get out for a bit.
WILLOW: Sounds like fun
MILO: Should I pick you up?
WILLOW: Yeah that’s fine i’ll send my address later
MILO: Sounds good
With a sigh, he set his phone down and ran a hand through his dark hair. It had grown out a bit since he left the service, and he’d let some facial hair grow in as well. His shadow of a beard was neatly trimmed, but it was still his quiet defiance—a subtle middle finger to the military.
But he wasn’t going to dwell on it. He never wanted to think about it again, preferably.
He had better things to worry about, like the most important date of his life.
***
The dresser was neatly arrangedwith only the essentials. Milo preferred to keep things simple and efficient—his daily uniform consisted of jeans, a black t-shirt, and a black windbreaker. He decided to mix it up a little today, adding a ball cap to the ensemble.
He grabbed his car keys and left his bedroom. The hallway was strangely quiet, an unsettling stillness hanging over him. He had finally adjusted to the level of noise that came with living in a house full of bachelors—no matter how big the place, there was always a ruckus somewhere.
Milo flew down the stairs, the anticipation of the hunt rising within him, a rush of energy building. The other wolves were nowhere in sight, but their scent lingered, faint traces of their presence. They had likely gone for a run, shifting into their wolf form.
He’d need to do that soon, too.
Their absence almost irritated him. There was a plan in place, and if they didn’t show up on time, he would blow a fuse.
He practically ripped the front door off the hinges in his rush to get outside, eager to reach the waiting SUV. It was his preferred vehicle for a reason—it was spacious, practical, and far easier to disappear people in when the need arose.
Slipping into the seat, he started the engine and began his drive. Budding trees lining the way and the vibrant greenery burgeoning along the road. Spring was heavy in the air. It wasn’t his favoriteseason—too much mud for that—but he couldn’t deny the thrill of watching life awaken in the world once again.
The drive felt longer than it should have, but no matter the distance, it would always stretch like an eternity when he was racing toward her. He cranked up the volume when Rammstein came on, tapping the steering wheel in time with the pounding rhythm, the heavy metal syncing with the rapid thud of his heart. Milo couldn’t remember the last time he had felt this nervous about meeting up with someone.
The growing tension in his chest soured the mood, and he hit the button on the wheel, skipping through songs until he found something more upbeat, something he could scream along to and release the tension.
He settled on “Happy Together” by The Turtles. By the time he was pulling off the exit ramp, his pulse was racing again, a nervous excitement thrumming beneath his skin.
