She doesn’t immediately follow.
However, when I push through the threshold to show her the clean space, she finally starts to move again. Then carefully skirts by me like she’s afraid I might grab her.
I don’t.
But I do follow her inside the cabin and shut the door behind me.
“There are rules, Ms. Bianchi,” I tell her quietly, causing her shoulders to stiffen. “I’m going to start by sharing two of them with you, as they’re pertinent to our current situation.”
She seems to stop breathing, her back still to me as I approach her from behind.
I lean down so my lips are near her ear, but I’m careful not to touch her. Just keep a few inches of space between us to ensure she feels my presence and hears me clearly.
“The first rule is that you will not share any details about me or my pack with anyone else. That includes our location. Our plans. Our business.” I pause, waiting for her to acknowledge my words. “Say ‘yes, sir’ or nod so I know you understand.”
Her throat works, the swallowing action one I hear more than see. And it makes me want to wrap my palm around her delicate neck so I can feel the movements.
But I refrain, my focus on her acceptance of rule number one.
“Yes, sir,” she says, a little growl accompanying that final word.
A growl that once again has my cock throbbing with need.
However, I ignore my impulses and instead say, “Good girl.” I move around her, wanting to see her brown eyes as I voice the second item. Because it’s important.
She stares up at me with a wary expression, one that doesn’t match the honeyed perfume coming from between her thighs.
Aurora may not be pleased by her current circumstances. But she’s not disinterested.
It could be our scent match messing with her instincts. Making her crave something she shouldn’t.
Though, I suspect this mutual attraction goes so much deeper than that.
Our bloodlines practically made us for each other.
Over time, she’ll understand that. Respect it.Embrace it.
I can’t wait. Yet Iwillwait… for her. For her consent. For her acceptance.
And that’s the heart of what I intend to say next.
“The second rule, Aurora, is that none of us will touch you unless you ask us to.” I cant my head, realizing I should probably amend that statement a little since I technically pulled her into my lap without permission.
And whatever happened on the ground with Noah also contradicts what I’ve just said.
So I need to be clearer.
“What I mean is that we’ll never force ourselves on you. If you want our knots, you’ll have to beg for them. Only then will we touch you, princess.” I run my gaze over her beautiful form, then lean in so my lips are near her ear again. “And trust me, darling, you’re going to want us to touch you.”
Precum saturates my dick, causing my cherry-chocolate cologne to deepen in the air between us.
She shivers, telling me she’s noticed.
Her blossoming perfume suggests she likes it, too.
I inhale, ensuring she hears me breathing her in, then I exhale against her ear, wanting her to feel my warmth. “Enjoy your time alone, Aurora. If you need anything, we’ll be in the other room.”
I start toward the door as she replies, “I’ll never beg.”
