Her heart was pounding so hard after what they’d just done together. “You won’t ghost me anymore, Dodger. Not ever again, do you hear me?”
The blinding blue glow was back in his eyes now, and he didn’t look tired anymore. “Or what?”
She leaned up and kissed him, then eased back again. “Or I won’t forgive you next time.”
“Truth,” he uttered.
“I really don’t play games. I don’t want to. Tell me where I stand and keep me confident in you. That’s how you can take care of me.”
A crooked, handsome smile took his lips. “I’ve never wanted to do that with anyone before.”
“Well don’t waste your second chance,” she teased, slipping off the edge of the bed. “I have to get ready.”
He watched her leave for the bathroom. “I’ll be right back,” she told him, excitement creating a small tremble in her voice. Before she disappeared completely, she turned back and pointed at him. “You’ve marked me well enough now. No more peeing on that poor tree.”
“Fine,” he muttered through a grin, and she giggled to herself as she shimmied her jeans up her hips and scrambled down the hallway. She didn’t have much time to get ready anymore, or she would be late for work.
In the bathroom, she saw herself in the mirror. She looked happy, and her eyes were bright, and her cheeks the color of pink rose petals. She couldn’t stop smiling. Her body was still buzzing with this humming sensation like it was the first time it had ever been satisfied.
She’d told him to fuck her, and he had.
That was the hottest thing ever. She was going to replay the loss of his control a hundred times before she wore this memory out. God, his face when he’d given into her and slid his cock inside of her.
Her smile was getting bigger. “Focus,” she whispered to herself. She was really going to be late!
When she was cleaned up and re-dressed in a new outfit, she heard him say from the kitchen, “I’m going to need you to really wear my T-shirts to bed now.”
“Why?” she asked innocently, knowing damn-well what the answer was already. It was a scent thing. It was a possessivething. She liked the way he was. She liked that he wanted others to know she belonged to him. She liked that his wolf was territorial of her.
Her dad had always been like that with her mom, and she’d grown up appreciating it.
“Same reason I want your clothes in my den. I want my place to smell like you, and I want you to smell like me. I want every male around knowing your covered.”
“Covered, huh. That sounds very animalistic of you.”
“You’ll get used to that.”
She couldn’t stop smiling! She brushed her hair out quickly in her dresser mirror and scrambled out into the mouth of the living room, where she could see him setting up their breakfast.
“We did it.”
He belted out a laugh. “Yes we did. Again, that was not my plan. I was going to do some mushy human shit and light some candles or something. This one was your fault.”
“So, any time I want, if I just order you to fuck me, you will?”
“Absolutely.”
“This is awesome,” she said excitedly, sitting in one of the chairs at the table.
“Hey Destiny?” he asked, his tone somber once more.
It surprised her into seriousness. “Yes?”
“Did you cry?” he asked again.
She pursed her lips wanting to go back to the giddy side of their conversation. “I did. A lot. I really like you, and the cut-off hurt. I didn’t know what I had done wrong.”
He nodded and pulled her out of the chair by her hand. He pulled her straight into him and hugged her up tight. “I’m sorry.” He meant those words. She could tell.
