Page 104 of Haze

Lena’s eyes lock on my torso where angry little claw marks decorate my sides. While she’s suffering with guilt over a few scratches, I watch water pour down her hair and across her tits. Too fucking perfect.

She swallows hard, nodding before her tone changes. “I’m sorry. Revecca told me I’ll be able to fix my wolf by listening to her more.”

That lying, scheming bitch. I want to storm out of here, charge down the stairs, and go head-to-head with her until we’re both bloody and she apologizes.

Instead, I nod. “I understand that you like to be independent, but that could take months of heartache, and more than a few scratches.”

“Afraid of a little pain?” Lena taunts.

“Yes,” I answer her. “I’m afraid of the pain you’ll likely go through.”

I step closer to her, the spray of water dancing between us. She turns away from me, further wetting her hair.

Reaching for her in our bond, I’m met with a wall of sadness and frustration.

My wolf deflates. Why can’t we make her happy? She was perfectly content in heat.

It’s an excellent and fair question. Something tells me we won’t figure it out in this shower. Maybe with some time out of the house, away from a morning filled with confrontations, we can get our submissive to relax and return to the soft woman we know she is deep inside.

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Despite previous objections, Lena lets me lead her down the stairs and into the garage. We’ve almost made a clean getaway.

“No fair. How come I have to stay with the chaos?” Deacon groans.

“Deacon, I’m pretty sure Finn’s about to take me to a remote area and fuck my brains out. Do you want to come?” Lena quips back.

Exhibitionist? Check.

Deacon squints at me from where he’s sitting on the bonnet of Lena’s red SUV.

“Ugh. Gross.” Deacon hops off and heads to the side-entry door, “Come on, idiots. Let’s leave the lovebirds to fuck in peace.”

Lena goes to open the driver’s side door of the SUV.

“Now, where do you think you’re going?” I scold.

“Well, unless you’re suddenly more familiar with the Land of 10,000 Lakes than I am, it’ll be faster if I drive.” Lena pulls open the door.

Moving her safely out of the way of the door, I close it. Spinning her in my arms, I pin her back against the SUV and, like I did in her office, immobilize her hands above her head. When she goes to knee me in the groin, I push it aside, opening her legs.

Lena’s wolf pulls forward to meet mine. And through heavy pants, she holds my gaze for a long moment before forcing herself to listen to the will of her animal and submit to me. When she pushes her head to the side, I lean in and kiss from her ear down her neck. My nose pushes her shirt out of the way so I can nip at the mating mark on her skin.

I whisper, eliciting goose bumps on her skin, “Now, I had every intention of taking you on an actual date, buying you the fried cheese you seem to love, and taking us someplace nice where we can talk and get to know each other properly. But if what you really need is me to fuck your pussy raw and remind you that I’m the one here to care for you, I’ll have no problem derailing my plans.”

The whimper from Lena’s lips is sweet music to my ears.

“Do you need me to fuck you, Kathleen?” I offer.

“Please,” Lena whispers. Then she repeats, “Please.”

“Needy, wanting, and begging. Exactly like I enjoy you.” I deny Lena’s pleas.

I know what I’m doing to her. Her needs meet my own, but I’ll be the one choosing when she comes, when we both come. And it won’t be now.

After I pull one more whimper from her lips, I free Lena’s hands and pull my head away.

When I set her on the ground, I order, “Come with me. We’re taking something more inconspicuous.”

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