Page 55 of The Sacred Wolf

“Good,” he said, his words disappearing into my collarbone with his mouth. “Because I hear consent is sexy.”

I half-laughed, half-groaned as I bit his shoulder, doing my best to keep my fangs under wraps.

Sorry, girl. I thought to my wolf. Tonight is just for me.

Chapter Twenty-Six

“Sebastian! Kenzo says you’ve gotta come now…” Evan’s voice trailed off as he came to a screeching halt in the doorway to the bedroom.

I stopped dead in the opposite doorway, where I’d just emerged from the bathroom, my hair twisted up into a towel and wearing one of Sebastian’s oversized Nets jerseys while I waited for Ruby to bring a change of clothes.

Sebastian was dressed and sitting in one of the cream and navy brocade chairs by the window, reading through pack business briefs with one of the two steaming cups of coffee he’d ordered us that morning. On the marble table in the adjoining room was a smorgasbord of room service breakfast waiting beneath gleaming silver cloche covers. Sebastian had declared himself ravenous after last night, and while he’d found it sweet of me to bring the Twizzlers, neither they nor the Shake Shack that eventually arrived were going to fill him up.

When he’d called in the order, we’d been wrapped around one another in a state that would have caused me to die of embarrassment had Evan chosen that moment to barge in. Not that this was that much better.My friend stood transfixed with a lopsided grin on his face, his nose twitching, merriment dancing in his eyes.

“You smell different this morning, Cherie.”

I wanted to sink through the floor, but in an attempt to save my dignity, I drew myself up and eyed him. “Don’t judge. He’s my future mate, after all.”

And what a mate he is!

My overheated wolf dragged a montage of steamy scenes to the front of my mind, yipping and biting for my attention like a pup, and I blushed.

“Seems more like your current mate,” Evan parried.

Yes! Current mate. Let’s mate again now!

Any sane thought I had was becoming inundated beneath the tide of my wolf’s lusty sense of urgency. I stepped forward as if tugged, my fingers drifting forward…

Seeking.

Hungry.

Ready to travel new highways of Sebastian’s flesh, not caring one whit that Evan was standing there.

Good Gods, what’s wrong with you? I half-chided, half-begged my wolf. Get ahold of yourself!

I swear she giggled in response. I was at a loss.

“Evan.” Sebastian responded quietly without looking up. “Seems like knocking would be a good idea in the future, yes?”

“Uh, yes, Sebastian, um, sorry, uh, sir, crap. I don’t know what to call you now.” He tilted his head. “Are you my stepdad?”

Sebastian’s brow furrowed with confusion, and as much as I wanted to kill Evan, I also just wanted to go over and lick all those little lines, which was… weird, yeah? A weird thing to be into, but as of last night, there wasn’t really anything involving Sebastian that I wasn’t into.

“Maybe you should share why you barged in like your fur was on fire?” I prompted. “Before I set it that way myself?”

“Oh yeah! Sorry, truly. Um, Kenzo sent me because things have gotten way worse since last night. It seems Damien’s human mob never went home, and now it’s grown ten-fold and shut down 79th across the park by Belvedere castle in a massive anti-shifter protest rally. Max wants to see you both in the meeting room. He has a plan.”

“Elyse,” Sebastian said, rising, and the commanding tone no longer bothered me quite so much because there were… there were so many things he could tell me to do to him… and things I could tell him to do to me… because we were equals here alone, even if the rest of the park wouldn’t see it that way. I was his, and he was mine.

Claimed.

“…join us once Ruby has brought your clothes…” Sebastian was saying, and I realized he was planning to leave without me.

“No!” I cried, so loudly that both males jumped. “Sorry,” I lowered my voice, “But if you could just wait for a second,” I began, stopping as I heard the whine in my voice.

“What the hell is up with you?” Evan’s tone had shifted from amused to downright concerned. “Was the experience so good that you’ve lost your mind?”

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