As I wash my hands and brush my teeth, I replay Wolf’s orgasm in my mind.
There may come a time when my finger isn’t enough, when toys aren’t enough, when my soft, womanly body isn’t enough.
What if he needs something different, someone different, to figure himself out?
A man.
A new dynamic.
A direction I can’t compete with.
The idea of sharing him makes me murderous.Not petty jealousy.Ugly, selfish possessiveness.I don’t want to be the kind of woman who digs her claws into him, cages him, and keeps him from exploring whatever he needs to understand about himself.
But the thought of stepping aside?
No.
Hell fucking no.
I’ll fight for him with every drop of blood in my body.And we’ll figure it out.I’ll find a way.
As I slip out of the bathroom and pause in the doorway, my frightening spiral of thoughts unclenches.
Wolf sprawls on his back, an arm tossed above his head, the other resting against his stomach.Passed out cold.
Dark waves of hair stick to his forehead and fall across his cheek, completely untamed.And his face…
God.
Every ounce of tension he carries, the pain, the shadows, all of it has drained out of him.What’s left is unarmored, gentle, boyish innocence.
His lashes lie thick and dark against his cheeks, his full lips parted and swollen from our kisses.No nightmares.No tight breaths.No haunted flickers under his lids.
I turn off the lights, letting the moon take over, the glow spilling through the open balcony door.The curtains drift lazily, turning the room into a slow-moving hush of shadows and warm breeze.
I climb onto the bed and curl into his side.He shifts instinctively, even in sleep, an arm sweeping around me and pulling me against his chest.His breath fans across my forehead, and just like that, I join him in the land of dreams.
Sometime later, movement wakes me.
Wolf eases me onto my back, his naked body settling over mine, solid and warm.His palms glide down my hips, coaxing my legs open.
“Bluebird.”He hooks a finger in the crotch of my undies and pushes it to the side.“I need you.”
It’s dark, and he’s on top of me, hard as a rock and wanting me like it’s the easiest truth in the world.
Everything inside me goes molten.I reach for him instinctively, palms sliding over the solid muscles of his ass, pulling him closer.
He sinks into me, entering slowly, deeper with each breath, until there’s no space left between us.Just heat and fullness and the weight of his body fitting perfectly against mine.
“I dreamed this.”He steals my mouth, kissing me with a consuming desperation that leaves me dizzy and clutching at him.“But it’s not a dream.”
“It’s real.”
“It’s fucking real.”He draws back and surges in again, setting a slow, powerful rhythm.“I didn’t dream you.You’re real.”
“I’m real.”I open my legs wider and pull him in deeper.
He fucks into me, groaning into our kiss, and finishing as quickly as he started.I’m not awake enough to come with him, but as we separate, he repositions us, pulls my back to his chest, and pushes into me from behind.
