Page 168 of Chaos At Second Sight

“A shopping trip? A nice stroll downtown while he kills everyone?”

“Of course not. Everyone would stare at what’s mine.” She winked and I laughed despite myself.

I reached for her, but she was already climbing out of bed. “I have a better solution.”

My eyes zeroed in on her bare legs. “Which is?”

Yvaine looked at me, twirling a lock of her gorgeous hair. “You have to say yes to this one. And I know they could really help you. Besides…I’ve kind of already organized it…”

I already knew where this was going, but I pretended I didn’t. “They?”

Her hands landed on her hips. “Archie and Uncle Mirko! My uncle knows how to connect wolf and man. There’s no one better than him and his Beta, trust me! And Archie already said he’d help us!”

My heart skipped a beat at the word us; my problems were her problems now.

I sighed, watching her practically glow with excitement. This woman who had already changed my life had somehow become my world. If I wouldn’t do it for myself, I’d do it for her. “Fine. We can go and see⁠—”

She squealed and threw her arms around me.

“But they’re not lycans,” I pointed out, stroking her back. “How would they know anything about this?”

“I don’t want to speak too soon,” she added, eyes sparkling, “but I suspect they have a lycan in their territory.”

That snagged my attention.

But me and Lucien reconnecting?

Pfft.

Good luck with that.

I had no choice, though. Saying no to Yvaine was biologically impossible for me.

And, if I was being honest, part of me was curious about the infamous Black Devil pack—rumored to have mateless cursed wolves, their ancestors having destroyed pack after pack. They used to say where Black Devil passed over the land, no grass would grow again. I also wanted to learn more about Yvaine’s childhood friends, Aurora and Archie…and this lycan hiding there.

Who could they be?

All this talking had made me thirsty. I reached for the bottle of water on the nightstand…only to choke.

A tiny hand had landed on a certain part of me that had developed a remarkable lack of discipline around my mate. And squeezed.

“Yvaine!” I coughed, my balled hand in my mouth.

She smiled like the Cheshire Cat. “I really think my favorite offended appendage deserves some special attention.”

I watched her lick her lips, her intentions as clear as the water I’d just sputtered. “And I want to test if my nasal-respiration technique works under…so much pressure. Strictly clinical.”

I exhaled shakily. “No, Bunny, you don’t have to.” Please, Bunny, do it.

“Take off your pants, Rudolph.”

I adjusted my cock. “My pants?”

“They’re definitely in the way.”

Her fingers walked lightly over my thighs. Oh Goddess.

I sat there, throbbing, as she sank to her knees in front of me in my boxers.