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“Remember, I won't be gentle with you,” he warned, his voice a low gravel that scraped against my spine and settled deep in every secret part of me that begged for him.
“Don't.” I panted, my voice breaking. “Don't be gentle. I don’t want you to be.”
We moved toward each other at the same time for a breathless kiss. The kind people talk about in songs and poetry. It sang through my veins with relentless passion, unlocking my deepest desire.
Then a knock on the door broke through the haze of passion and we stopped. Stopped kissing, stopped touching, stopped moving.
“Wolfe.” It was Garrick.
At the sound of his voice, a feral look washed over Wolfe's face that was so vicious my heart stilled.
“Fuck off,” Wolfe growled, glaring at the door as if he was going to blast it to kingdom come.
“Sorry, I hate to disturb you.”
“Then leave if you value your life.”
“Your uncle sent a raven.” Garrick spoke, despite the threat. “It's important. A rebel spy was caught trying to get past the outland borders. He's one of ours, Wolfe. A guard from the capital. The generals have requested your presence as Lord Commander.”
I didn't know what that was about, but it sounded important. From the sudden shift in Wolfe's stony expression to realization, I sensed it was definitely something he'd have to look into. And that meant leaving me.
This was the first time that I knew of that anything like this had happened.
Wolfe looked back at me, defeat caving his chest. “I'll be out in a minute.” Although he was talking to Garrick, he continued staring at me.
“I'll get your armor ready.” Garrick's footsteps sounded on the other side of the door as he walked away.
Remembering my nakedness, I grabbed the sheet and covered myself.
It was over.
Whatever spirit of lust had possessed Wolfe and me was gone now. And it might never return. Knowing him, the next time he saw me, he'd go back to being cold as ice.
He was the master when it came to shutting down. I couldn't do it so easily, so I'd be the fool again because I couldn't stop wanting him.
“I should go,” I muttered, trying to get off the bed.
Wolfe caught me, slipping one arm around my waist to pull me back, flush against him.
“Soon,” he said the word like a promise he would always keep.
My eyes widened at the certainty in his voice, and hope warred against fear in my chest. “Soon?”
“Soon.”
He pressed his forehead to mine, and Gods help me, my poor heart melted.
My body trembled against his, still aching from what we'd almost had.
Soon.
The word echoed through my soul and swam beneath my skin.
Soon couldn’t come quickly enough.
Chapter 44
Wolfe
