Gideon pulled Enola closer and wrapped his large arm around her waist. “Nola, that may have been true before, but not now. Now, you are my life, my responsibility. And know this…you do belong to me.”
Enola stepped out of his grasp. “Gideon, you’re hot and everything. I’ll admit that. But, I got enough shit to deal with.”
Enola turned and walked towards the house. Gideon was definitely nice to look at. And, since she was having exotic dreams about the man, he was definitely sexy. But Enola wasn’t even sure who she was, and being assigned as some stranger’s mate wasn’t a priority.
Enola’s brisk walk was halted by a thunderous growl. She whipped around, fell on her ass, and came face to face with the black wolf that had saved her cousin. The wolf crept towards her, and not even Enola could deny how beautiful he was.
The large wolf straddled Enola and placed his paw on her chest. He lowered his head and licked her chin. Enola stared into the beast’s eyes, and she was amazed. His diamond gaze was all Gideon. Even as a wolf, he was giving her bedroom eyes.
Enola reached up and ran her fingers through his soft mane. She rubbed the beast behind its ear and smiled up at him. “You’re cheating. Turn back,” she said with a grin.
Gideon licked Enola’s chin and eased back. In front of her very eyes, he transformed back to a man. To Enola, the transformation seemed painful.
In front of Enola, he stood totally naked, and without an ounce of shame. And, in Enola’s opinion, he didn’t have a damn thing to be ashamed of. His muscular body was a work of art, and his dick was enormous. Even if she wanted to, she couldn’t look away. God made the man that beautiful, and it would be a sin not to appreciate him.
Enola sat up on her elbows. “Gideon,” she whispered. “Your clothes—”
“I’m an animal, Nola. Covering is not a priority. This is me. Do you want me, Nola?”
Gideon’s hand slid across his muscular torso, down to his sizeable junk, and caressed a flaccid penis that had no right to be that big.
“Yes,” she responded truthfully.
Why lie? Enola wanted him more than she’d wanted anything in years. It wasn’t the time for her to play the, “I’m a good girl” game. She was craving his big, beastly dick in her neglected pussy.
Gideon took a step Enola’s way, filling her with anticipation, but the sound of someone’s throat clearing was the equivalent of a cold shower. It was warm, dark, and the night sky was filled with stars. Gideon could have had her, right there in the grass beneath their feet.
“Monsieur Toussaint, Madame Roux thought you might need something to wear. I took the liberty of putting together a few things.”
Benjamin handed Gideon a bag filled with clothing and turned to leave.
“Please tell Madame Roux that I am thankful.”
Enola chuckled. His mouth might have said he was thankful, but his demeanor said otherwise. Gideon was clearly not happy about the interruption.
‘Enola Roux, can you at least let the man buy you dinner before you roll around in the grass with him?’
“Get out of my head!” Enola screamed towards the house.
“There is no need to scream.” Gideon grinned. “She can definitely hear you.”
“Ughhh, I’m going to bed,” Enola huffed.
She walked towards the patio door.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Gideon said at her back.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Enola clutched her chest and laughed hard. Gideon’s cheeky wit was more than she’d expected from the big, tough wolf. She was sitting across the table from him, flirting like a school girl. They were at Henrietta’s in the French Quarter. Gideon had set out to show Enola why it was his favorite restaurant.
Gideon, on the surface, seemed hard, tough as nails, but after watching the way he interacted with the staff, he seemed almost lighthearted.
“What?” Gideon asked, blessing Enola with a sexy lopsided smirk. “What’s so funny?”
“You, Magic Mike. I’m just trying to picture you rolling your pelvis for a bunch of horny housewives.”
“Aye! We do what we gotta do.” Gideon chuckled.
