The Wolf Prince's Fated Heart - Page 46
I don’t think it was wise. Why? Because something is happening in the frontal lobe of my brain and this feeling of want just continues to grow, making it harder to breathe.
“I’d suggest you take your mind off that,” Graham advises. He must smell my neediness or…I don’t know, hear me gasp.
I decide to tease him a little. “What if I don’t want to?” I ask provocatively, my hand traveling down his body.
As his cock starts to swell, he stills himself with a tense groan. “Careful, Cassie,” he warns gently. “You’re still drunk, so you can’t feel it yet, but once you get some sleep, you’ll notice that your pussy is raw. I fucked you harder than I intended.”
But that’s not an apology.
If anything, he sounds…arrogant. Making me annoyed with how badly I want him even now.
When he finishes with my hair and rinses the shampoo, it’s my turn to wash him. I put shower gel all over his body, enjoying the feel of his strong muscles under my palms. I explore the contours of his pecs and abdomen, watching the water roll down in little beads over his washboard abs and muscular shoulders.
“You could open a cleaning salon or start the world’s first health spa for wolves,” Graham suggests.
My lips quirk. “Your compliments have a certain bluntness to them, Mr. Wolfman. I might need to invest in this line of business if all men show their gratitude as efficiently as you do.”
He lets out a low, possessive growl at the mention of other men. Who knew he could be this jealous. “No, you don’t. While you agree to fuck me, I’m the only one who gets to smell this good and be this delicious.”
As a reply, I gently nudge his cock with my palm. He hisses and curls his hands into fists. “Are we still going to behave like civilized, domesticated creatures after this?”
“How about we stop talking about everything and focus on getting cleaned for now?” he suggests.
“You know,” I interrupt, my hand continuing to stroke him. The shower room fills with steam, and so does the desire inside my center, a wave of heat swirling in my belly. “All I can think of is fucking you all night long, even though it’s probably impossible for you to have another hard-on.”
He raises his brow. “Are you seriously taking a bet against my dick in your pussy?”
I grip his shaft harder as a reply.
“Cassie,” he exhales in a low, hoarse voice. “Tell me what you want.”
It’s when I realize my heart starts pounding harder and louder.
“I’ll tell you what I don’t want,” I whisper. “This to end.”
“I will give you everything your pussy desires,” he promises. “But in the morning. We should both get some sleep now.”
All my insides melt together. Damn. This one just keeps surprising me.
I nod, and to my surprise, I stand on my tiptoes and gently press my lips against his. It’s nothing much, just a hint of what’s to come.
For the time being, though, we clean up and leave the shower. We dry off and return to bed without bothering to put any clothes on. He pulls me closer to his hot body, my back pressed against his chest, and his cock nestled between my ass cheeks.
As much as I’d love to give in to the lulling silence and sleep, the feel of his closeness has a contradictory effect on me.
I almost roll over and start kissing him again. Maybe, fuck him one more time. Just because. Just in case.
But I don’t.
Instead, I allow his closeness and deep breathing to calm me down. I let his strong arms wrap around me and fill me with a feeling of safety and security as I drift off toward the best sleep I ever had.
CHAPTER 10
Graham
I wait until I’m sure Cassie’s fully asleep before I slide out of bed, careful not to disturb her. With her mind drunk and her body satisfied, it’s the perfect opportunity for me to snoop around.
As I look through her closet and wardrobe, I am forced to realize she is barely living here. Not like she lives somewhere else. No, but the apartment’s devoid of pictures, books, and clothes. The place itself is welcoming and cozy, but it holds nothing of significance to Cassie.