“Why?”
“I’m only just getting used to Bad Girl. Now you’re muddling it all up.”
I relaxed.
“We have time. We can take things at your pace.” I thought of Cuán and winced.“Although my brother will be a pain in the arse. He gets over-exuberant.”
“Hm.” She frowned.“Bad Girl isn’t sure about him yet. I also find it weird that he has your face.” A pause.“Part of Bad Girl still wants to maul him.”
I smiled.
Perfect.
Chapter 50
Nika
I stared at the three bin bags full of his clothing.
I’m sure he felt my stunned silence through the bond. I’d been so far gone during the heat that I hadn’t registered how much he’d actually brought with him. The sheer volume of it. Standing here now, fully conscious and no longer running a biological fever, I was taking stock.
It was a little late to take the high road on hygiene given that I’d spent five days inhaling his laundry and at one point practically humping it. That ship had sailed. That ship was gone. That ship was somewhere in international waters and never coming back.
“You’re deep in thought.”
I glanced at the doorway of my sex den.
I meant my bedroom.
The heat was over. That was a fact. The other fact—also impossible to unknow—was that he was packing a magical wolf cock and I now had five days of evidence regarding exactly what that meant in practice.
I’d done things.
He’d done things.
The things we’d done together were largely unspeakable and some of them were probably illegal in several countries.
“Are you okay, baby?”
“Yes,” I said.
At a volume that suggested I was not.
Oh, very smooth, Bad Girl drawled.I have a reputation to uphold.
“Yes,” I repeated. Calmer.
He stepped closer.
“Everything is going to be fine. One day at a time. Remember?” he said, drawing me into his arms.
I leaned in without thinking. His scent hit me immediately—clean, fresh, earthy. All mine.
I rested my cheek against his chest.
His wolf dick was also all mine, but that felt like a separate inventory item for a separate moment.
“You know I can feel you through the bond,” he murmured into my hair.
