My gaze snapped back to Lielit.
“What do you mean by heat?” I asked.“Like cats? Dogs?”
A soft growl slipped from her throat.
She’d heard me.
Her hand wormed its way out from beneath the covers. I stared at it for a moment.
You fucking idiot. She’s inviting you in, Fenrir snarled.
Oh yes.
I shrugged out of my suit jacket, uncaring as it hit the floor. I kicked off my shoes and unbuckled my belt.
No. Get her fresh water. Cold. Ice-cold. Something sweet as well, Fenrir snapped.
What?
Just do it.
I don’t think I’d ever moved so fast in my life. Within minutes, I was back in her room. I laid everything out beside the bed—fresh linen, towels, wet wipes. I couldn’t find my gloves anywhere, which was most likely Lielit’s doing.
I stripped naked and carefully slid into the bed beside her, shocked by the amount of heat radiating from her. It tugged at something deep inside me.
You bit her, I said to Fenrir.For this?
He didn’t reply.
She turned onto her side and sighed, her eyes still closed.
Those eyes that had haunted me—once full of fear, defiance, anger.
Her long black lashes fluttered.
“Prick,” she muttered, before they slid shut again.
Then her hands moved.
Down my stomach.
Reaching for my cock.
One hand closed around me at the base.
The other curled deliberately around my knot.
Holy shit.
Can she take my knot?I asked Fenrir.
Silence.
Can she?
Yes.
A smile broke across my face.
