The Wolf Prince's Fated Heart - Page 78

You could lick her face. Or maybe nibble it if you want to take things slower, my wolf suggests. Oh, oh, how about grooming? You could clean her skin with your tongue and teeth.

While I appreciate your attempt to help, you seem to forget that we’re humans, I remind him.

Right, he mutters. All you humans do is whine, whine, whine. It’s my least favorite sign of affection because it’s easy to mistake it for annoyance.

Why don’t you smell her scent? I suggest.

It doesn’t work unless she’s aroused, my wolf replies. It’s not like I’m a mood reader or anything like that, you know?

Keep your senses focused, I tell him. I could use all the help I can get.

You got it, he replies and goes into focus mode. He won’t bother me again until something happens.

My chest expands as I take a big breath.

I take Cassie’s bag to the room and set it on the bed. She’ll be out soon and if I don’t prepare anything for her to eat, she’ll refuse to wait. That could pose a problem because she’s still weak from the blood loss. Besides, the hunger could impede her ability to focus.

I head to the kitchen and decide to make a quick chicken sandwich. I always keep it fresh in the fridge so it only takes a few minutes.

As I’m cleaning up, Cassie walks into the kitchen. She’s wearing dark jeans and a faded blue T-shirt. Her makeup is done but she’s not wearing any lipstick.

“Do you have coffee?” she asks.

“Do you want juice instead?” I suggest. “I can squeeze fresh oranges.”

She frowns. “If I don’t get my coffee, I’m not going to be able to concentrate. Do you have it or not?”

“I’ll put on a pot,” I reply, choosing to ignore her rude tone. She hasn’t fully recovered yet, so I’ll cut her some slack. At least for now. It’s not like I don’t deserve it anyway.

I expect her to turn away and leave the kitchen, but she doesn’t move.

“Do you need something?” I ask, trying to keep calm.

“No,” she replies. “I just want to be here with you if that’s okay.”

“That’s more than okay,” I assure her, suppressing a smile that’s threatening to appear on my face. I don’t want to scare her away by seeming too eager to be in her company. “Why don’t you sit down, and I’ll bring you your sandwich and a cup of coffee in a minute?”

“Thank you,” she says and moves to the table only six feet away.

Her hair is still wet. I wonder if I should go upstairs to get her a towel.

Don’t, my wolf warns.

I set Cassie’s coffee mug in front of her, and she takes a big whiff.

“Your coffee smells amazing,” she admits. “What brand do you use?”

“It’s no brand,” I reply. “I grind my own beans from whole beans that come directly from the best plantation in Hawaii.”

“Sounds expensive,” she mutters and brings the hot liquid to her lips.

“It is, but I can afford it,” I reply with a nonchalant shrug. There’s no point in denying just how wealthy I am. With time, she’ll come to learn just how many things I can provide for her.

She eats in silence. Not a word passes from my lips as I watch her slowly getting her strength back.

“I’m ready to go,” she announces after she’s finished.

“We have to go through the office building,” I explain slowly. “People are at work now. They’ll see us together.”