The Wolf Prince's Fated Heart - Page 48

I’m sorry, baby. You know I would never do anything to hurt you.

I scroll through the messages, taking them all in.

They’re old, my wolf comments. Some were sent more than a year ago.

You’re right, I agree. They’re probably not important.

I’ve been through all the files on her laptop and can’t decide whether she’s a traitor or not. There are some documents that could be seen as suspicious, but I brush them off due to her position in the company. It’s normal that she has information on F-Rec stored. We’ve all been guilty of working from home.

It’s a dead end.

With anger growing inside me, I’m not even sure I want to spend another moment in this goddamn apartment.

It feels insulting to live in a place like this.

And yet, it’s hers.

Cassie’s scent is everywhere. Her little touches, no matter how insignificant, are all around. All too fresh.

She’s stirring, my wolf warns me, his senses catching the movement from the bedroom down the hall.

I quickly close the laptop and return it to its place. As quietly as I can, I return to the bedroom, thickening the shadows around me to shield me.

Cassie has moved to my side of the bed, and I have to be very careful as I slip into the sheets. She falls back into a deep slumber, and I am reminded that this has been her first time with me. She must be spent, already pushed to her limits.

Even so, her curves cry out to me, tempting me with their beauty, asking me to press my hard length into her velvet heat again.

There is something intoxicating about being with a human. With wolves being the superior and more powerful species, the mere thought of being able to break them with just one thrust too hard is pure adrenaline.

Cassie has given herself to me so fully and completely. It’s because she didn’t know better. She doesn’t know to fear me. Not to the extent she should. And yet, it was her willingness and trust that drove me even wilder.

It was the sweetest and hottest fuck I’ve had. I can’t believe it was with a human.

Her body has a vulnerability to it. My hands aren’t fully under my control. They want to wrap around her waist and hold her, cupping her round butt cheeks as I mount her. Again and again.

Thankfully, after what feels like the longest fight in my life, I manage to stop this from happening.

Instead, I turn around to look at her, unable to resist. I inhale her delicious human scent. It’s a lot like lilies and peaches, inviting me to bed.

There is a strength to her that is alluring, if not mesmerizing.

Get your shit together, my wolf warns softly. She’s growing on me, too, but we should keep our heads clear. Or at least try to.

Look at her, I dare him because the temptation is undeniable.

She’s practically naked on the sheets, her perky breasts teasing me with their wonderful texture.

I know, he mutters. I feel that weird connection, too. It’s gotten even stronger since you slept with her.

Maybe it’s the way wolves mark their territory, I suggest, but I’m pretty sure it’s a myth.

I’ve never heard of it, my wolf replies. Although, it’s not like anyone likes to openly talk about wolves and humans fornicating.

Garren slept with humans. Grayden, too, I say. Maybe they know something.

Do you really want to talk to your brothers about your and their sex lives? My wolf snorts.

I grimace. No, I’d rather not.