The Wolf Prince's Fated Heart - Page 49

Cassie shifts on the bed and sets her head on my chest. Her small, naked body wraps around me as she entangles her legs with mine.

I let out a half-sigh, half-groan. The contact of her soft flesh against mine is more than I’m ready to handle. Not with my hard cock throbbing.

Gently, I pull her into my arms, and she gives herself to me willingly. Just like during our passionate night of lovemaking and fucking.

It’s only now that the exhaustion from a great fuck-fest hits me.

I should rest now and think tomorrow. She’ll give me answers at breakfast.

With my mind made up, I fall into the land of slumber.

As soon as I close my eyes, I dream about having her sweet body pressed to mine. This time, we’re not in the office but in my wolf’s natural habitat. I’m not in my human form, but I’m taking a passenger in a wolf’s body.

Cassie and my wolf are lying on the greenest stretch of grass, soaking in the sun. Her head’s resting on the wolf’s black torso. She fits perfectly against both of our forms.

My wolf nuzzles into her neck, and I do the same. The happiness I feel just by being around her is indescribable.

The grass sways in the gentle wind.

My wolf’s tail flicks once as she snuggles closer to our warmth.

And the sun…is right above. It’s so perfect, so perfect we close our eyes and never want to open them again.

It’s all perfect until all of a sudden, she’s gone.

My wolf jumps to his feet and frantically looks around. My own emotions are going wild with worry and fear.

Where did she go?

I’m jerked awake by the sudden feeling of emptiness.

It’s then that I realize Cassie isn’t in bed anymore.

What the fuck was that? my wolf asks, sounding just as out of it as I feel.

I have no idea, I tell him and push myself out of bed.

I follow the smell of coffee to the kitchen where Cassie’s pouring herself a cup. She’s wearing an oversized sweater and plaid pajama pants, her hair wild and a bit curly in the back. The faint smell of eggs and toast wafts my way. Inhaling it feels surreal.

She glances up at me, standing in the doorway. Her eyes widen ever so slightly. “Y-you should probably get dressed.”

My brows furrowing, I look down at myself and realize I’m stark naked. My semi-erect cock stands out like a pole, waiting for a flag to be pulled up.

“Right,” I say and chuckle. It takes a lot out of me to sound calm, but I manage. After all, it is my specialty.

I return to the bedroom to grab my clothes. When I come back, I find Cassie waiting for me with a cup of coffee and toast.

“It’s an actual breakfast,” she says dryly.

We sit down at the breakfast table. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you,” I begin, playing for some more time. When in doubt, go for direct. And if she will be reluctant to tell me what I need to know, then I’ll force her to.

She lowers her gaze to the steaming coffee. “Yeah…Me too.”

For a long moment, there is an awkward silence. I wait for her to speak first. She must know I want to find out who and what she really is.

“Go ahead,” I encourage. “You first.”

“Okay,” she agrees. Another pause. She lifts her hand, takes a sip of coffee, then sets her mug back on the table. Her jaw is tense.