Page 63 of The Weakest Wolf

“And how long do you intend for it to last?”

He lays me down on top of the sheets, never pulling free from my body as he does. “I told you that I had a big appetite.”

My mouth goes dry as his comment takes on a whole new meaning. “Yes, you did.”

His lips curve in a smile. “Let’s find out the size of yours,” he murmurs, before lowering his head to mine.

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GALEN

Night has fallen when my cock starts hardening. Again.

All fucking day. Make that fucking all day, and I still want more.

I turn to the woman dozing on her front in bed beside me. Her long, dark hair covers most of her back and half her face. Reaching over, I brush the strands aside so I can see more of her.

Beneath my fingers, her cheek is satiny soft. Just like the rest of her body. And I would know. There isn’t a part of her I haven’t touched or kissed.

What is it about you that I can’t seem to get enough of?

Other than a couple of breaks to go to the bathroom or to grab a few mouthfuls of food, we haven’t left this bed for twelve hours.

I could spend the next day the same way.

And the next.

And the next.

She was thinking about me in the shower, but she wasn’t the only one. At first, I thought the scent of her arousal was all in my head. Just a figment of my imagination. A fantasy. But long after I stopped picturing her wet body pressed against me, the scent was still there.

One look in her eye, and there was nothing she could’ve said that would have convinced me otherwise. She wanted me. And I… I had to have her.

If I’d known it would be like that, I wouldn’t have fought so hard to pull away.

As if Sierra feels my attention, she stirs and rolls over to her back, shoving aside her hair when it falls back into her face.

Beautiful.

How the fuck can I want her again?

“Ugh, I have to cut this,” she groans with her eyes still closed. “It’s driving me crazy.”

“No.” My voice is sharper than I intended it to be.

She jerks her head toward me, her eyes wide in surprise.

Because I can’t seem to stop myself from touching her, I bury my hand in her hair and comb my fingers through the silken strands. Before she can read too much in the gesture, I pull my hand back. Touching her like that when she’s asleep is one thing, when she’s awake is another thing entirely. “Guys like something to hold on to during sex.”

She stares at me, her large silver-gray eyes expressionless, and then she shakes her head. “Doubt it,” she mutters. "All they seem to want to do is pin me down.”

My cock jerks at the thought of doing just that. Again. “There’s something about having a beautiful woman submit to you that you won’t understand.”

“Well, I have no desire to pin you to the bed. Must be a guy thing.”

After folding my hands behind my head, my gaze slides down her naked body, taking in her soft curves. “No?”

When I return my gaze to her face, her eyes are on my chest with a hunger that would make me hard if I wasn’t already primed and ready to go. “No.”

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