I’m not having any of it.
My fingers comb into his hair, as if I’m giving him a normal gentle caress.Then, I fist my hands, grabbing hold of the roots and directing his head back until Warner meets my eyes.He pants, lust clear in his gaze.
He likes when I take charge.When I get a little rough.
“Warner.”His name comes out of my throat in a sultry murmur, and his eyelids flicker at the sound.“What do I want?”
“You want to suck my dick?”
I almost smile at the hopeful note in his voice.
But I keep the humor off my face, instead giving his hair another tug before leaning down to bite his bottom lip.Hard.
He groans, deep in his throat, and his erection grows hard under my ass.
“What do I want?”My tone is more demanding as I repeat the question.
With his head pulled back, I can see the way he swallows.I can watch the tensing, then relaxing of his jaw.After a moment, he sighs in defeat.
“You want to know what happened to me.”
My grip relaxes, and I use the pads of my fingers to massage his scalp and place a gentle kiss to his lip to soothe where I bit him.
“You don’t have to tell me.”I watch Warner’s eyebrows rise in disbelief before I clarify.“But if you don’t, I’m going to ask you to leave.”
His embrace tightens again as wide eyes search my face.
Maybe it’s unfair that I’d be fine with a friend like Juliet keeping her secrets from me while I demand that Warner share his or get out.
But Juliet wasn’t covered in bruises.
And the rules of friends change when …
When you’re whatever Warner and I are.
“I got into a fight with another wolf,” Warner admits.
“Werewolf orwolf, wolf?”
“Werewolf.”
“Why were you two fighting?”
Warner grimaces before resting his head on my shoulder.“Because he would’ve hurt you if I hadn’t.”
Cold trails through my veins at his words, and I give an involuntary shiver.
“Could you elaborate on that?”
Warner loosens his hold, only to rub his hands up and down my back.The move is soothing, but I can’t give up all the tension thrumming through me.My eyes flit to the dark window, wondering if I’ll see the face of an animal on the other side of the glass.
“It was Ross.The asshole from my work.You insulted him, made him look stupid.”
Some of my fear gives way to anger.“Good.That was the point.”
Warner lifts his head to offer me a thin smile.His warm palms cup my cheeks, and he trails his thumb over my lips.“And I loved watching you talk circles around him.”He sighs.“But my kind doesn’t take insults lightly.And we hold grudges.When I got back, he made some more comments, and I knew things weren’t over.Not in his mind.”Warner’s hold becomes firm, as if he’s desperate to keep me in place.“I knew that if Ross ever came across you again, there was the real possibility he might hurt you.”
“So, you fought him?”
