I stroke a hand down her back. “You’ll know soon.”
She lifts her head, blindfold still in place. “What do you look like?”
I guide her hand up, placing it on my face. “You tell me.”
Her fingers trail over my brow, cheek, and jaw. “Strong,” she whispers. “Sharp. And you rarely smile.”
A low chuckle rumbles in my chest. “You get under my skin and make me want to smile. That’s a dangerous trick.”
She laughs, low and wicked. “What is it that gets you grinning? My mouth? My obedience? Or the mess I make on your cock?”
“It’s all of it.” I brush a kiss to her temple. “You’re exquisite. And filthy. And all mine.”
She shivers, curling closer. “Thisthing… whatever it is… it’s not normal.”
“No,” I agree. “It’s not. But it works.”
“Normal is overrated.”
I pull the blanket up over her shoulders, drawing her in closer. My fingers trace slow circles along the dip of her spine, easing the last of the tension from her bones.
“Tonight was everything I wanted. More than I ever fucking imagined.”
She hums, content, her breath warm on my chest. “Yeah, it was…everything.”
My cock twitches at her voice, at the echo ofeverything, but I don’t move. Not yet. She needs this.
“I’ll be gone before the sun comes up. But I’ll come back.”
“Promise?”
“I’ll never break a promise to you.”
She nods against me.
And suddenly—as though we’ve done this a hundred times—we fall asleep. Twisted in silk and sweat. Wrapped in secrets. Tethered by something neither of us dares to name.
Morning comes fast.
The sheets are twisted low at her hips. Laurette doesn’t stir—sleeping on her stomach, skin bare, the clasp of her necklace resting at her nape. Her breath is slow. Lips parted. Hair a tousled halo across the pillow.
And I have to go before the sun catches me.
Every trace of me vanishes… except what I left inside her.
Before I leave, I give her more than a memory. A notecard waits on her nightstand. I tuck it beside her phone, close enough she’ll find it when the light bleeds in.
Babygirl,
You were made for this.
Keep that necklace on and stay wet for me. Keep thinking about the way I filled you and how deep I went.
Start practicing how to beg. Your Wolf will return soon.
—B
Back in the car, I sit behind the wheel. My pulse hasn’t slowed, and my hands still tremble.
