Page 38 of Damaged Princess

Everything in me wants to jump up and down and squeal. He just said he wants to court me, but I thought we were headed that way before and…

I really don't know how I feel about any of this. I'm very overwhelmed. I have the almost uncontrollable urge to hide or nest.Or hide in the nest.

"Can I think about it?" I ask, rolling my jaw from side to side. My eyes ache like I'm about to burst into tears.

"Don't think too long," Vik says, rubbing his beard over my cheek. "I missed you so goddamn much."

Rafe walks into the apartment. Shit, I totally forgot he brought me to the bar earlier tonight. He drops his keys in the bowl by the door and comes in.

"Is everything okay?" he asks, eyeing the two of us.

"All good," I assure him, sliding by Vik. I wanted him to come back so badly, and a huge part of me is relieved he's here. But another part is worried his excuse will be shitty and I'll be even more crushed.

What if he had a good reason?a tiny part of my brain pipes in.

What if he didn't?an even bigger part replies.

I push those thoughts away and aim for Wolfe.

Wolfe carefully helps me into the tub. Unlike with Vik, Wolfe was kind enough to leave the bathroom when I asked for a minute to clean up.

Wolfe's huge frame slides into the tub at my side. He's incredibly well-built. My pussy aches as I remember how full I felt when he was inside me. His abs and obliques move as he gets comfortable. He's covered in black and gray tattoos that only ratchet up his hotness factor.

I glance away to settle my raging system. Wolfe's tub isn't massive like the ones in the guest suites, but it's plenty of room for the two of us.

"Are you only here with me because you're angry at Vik?" Wolfe asks, carefully studying my face.

"No," I assure him. I have no idea if the sincerity I'm feeling comes across, but I sure hope it does. I float over, climbing into his lap.

Wolfe clears his throat. "I'm sorry about earlier."

"You regret having sex with me?" I ask, trying to scramble away. I succeed in making a wave that almost spills over the edge of the tub.

"Fuck no," he growls, pulling me back into his lap. "I've had it bad for you for a while. I'm sorry I didn't…" He mumbles something I can't understand.

"You're sorry for?" I ask, frowning.

"I'm sorry I didn't get inside you right away when you needed me," Wolfe says, cupping my face in his huge hands. "I'm going to do better at taking care of you."

"Wolfe—" I start. He cuts me off pulling my mouth to his. His cock bumps my ass as he teases his tongue against mine. He's an awesome kisser. My nipples tighten as they rub over his strong chest.

"Will you give me a chance to prove to you that I can take care of you?" he murmurs against my lips. His hands run up and down my back.

"Yeah, I think I'd like that," I agree.

"Good," Wolfe growls. "I'm going to woo the fuck out of you, Anastasia Androff."

After our bath, Wolfe wraps me in a giant fluffy towel and sets me down on the bathroom counter. He tenderly brushes my hair. It makes me feel melty inside.

After that he carries me to his bed and tosses me down. He gently pulls my towel off, looking every bit the alpha predator. The room isn't cold but the cool air hits my skin, giving me goosebumps all over.

Wolfe stands at the edge of the bed and lets his towel fall. His lean hips have that sexy V that makes my brain turn to mush. Every muscle on his chest flexes as he climbs over me. He pins my legs between his as my hands dance over his abs and downtoward his pelvis. His tattoos dip down right to the edge of his groin.

His cock is heavy as it bumps my lower stomach. Damn height difference. This would be so much better if…

His fingers brush my clit and my brain stops functioning.

"Hey, Ana," Wolfe says in a mirth-filled tone. "Can I lick your pussy?"

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