Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
He bucks against me, thrusting forcefully, making the bed bounce and rock and slam against the brick wall. His eyes glow pure wolf, and I swear he nearly howls when he comes.
“Brick.”
“Madi.”
We speak each other’s names like we’re each describing our particular brand of heaven.
“Brick.”
“Madi.”
Like we’re finding each other in the dark.
Like we’ve been lost and alone and just found the one person in the world who knows who we really are.
“You’re a wolf,” I murmur in awe, remembering. Honoring.
“You’re everything,” he whispers back.
Brick
“Don’t get up,” I murmur when the doorman downstairs calls up about the food arriving. I slip on a pair of pants and pull on a t-shirt. “I’ll be right back.”
“Are we eating in bed?” she calls after me.
“Yes.”
I don’t ever want her to leave my bed. I’m going to keep her naked and available to me for the rest of the night. And tomorrow morning. In fact, we can ditch work and stay in between the sheets all day long.
That thought puts a cocky smile on my face as I open the door and accept the large bag of food. When was the last time I smiled? I can’t even remember.
All I know is my wolf is tremendously soothed by having Madi in my place. I love having her scent on my skin, her taste on my tongue. I know bringing her home doesn’t solve my bigger problems, but it’s a temporary reprieve from the need that was tearing me apart.
It buys me time while I figure out how to make this work. I wanted to mark Madi when we had sex. Or rather, my wolf did. It’s time to accept the fact that my wolf chose a human as his mate. I need to claim her forever as mine. I have to trust that nature knows best, despite the destruction mating her could bring on my life.
I need to talk to my team. I need them onboard with this. By my side. Maybe there’s a way to keep Madi and the pack. There has to be.
I grab a couple forks from the kitchen and carry the food back to bed, along with bottles of the fancy water I like. Madi rolls her eyes when she sees them. She’s sitting up in my bed, the sheet wrapped around her waist, her skin flushed like she’s a goddess.
“Oh my God. You have the same water here? You really do like it.”
“Of course I do.” I unscrew the cap and hand one to her.
“I thought maybe that was just one of those ridiculous challenges you set up to test me. Like the 6 degrees Celsius thing.”
My adorable, brilliant assistant. “You didn’t fall for any of it, did you?”
Her smile is unguarded. Warm. “You must know by now that I love a challenge.”
“I do.” I open all the containers and spread them between us on the bed. There are seven in all–steak, salmon, two different salads, scallops, chicken, and pasta. “Take your pick, Windows.”
She reaches for the salmon. I note her choice with interest. I want to learn all her quirks. What she likes. What she hates. What I can do to make her life fulfilling.
My wolf is desperate to take care of her. To feed her, protect her, satisfy her.
He’s desperate to mark her, but it’s far too soon for that. She just found out I’m a wolf. I’m not about to explain the entire fated mate situation and the fact that my wolf needs to sink his teeth into her and embed my scent in her delicate human flesh to prove she’s mine. Marking a human is a dangerous business–another reason shifters and humans don’t usually mix. She doesn’t have the natural healing properties wolves do. My bite will cause her lasting pain and permanent scars. If I hit an artery, it could kill her. Then, there’s always the chance of infection.
I pick up the container with the steak and devour it. Shifting makes me hungry as hell.
“Is your helicopter pilot a wolf?” Madi licks a drop of sauce from the corner of her mouth and my dick goes hard again.
“Acker? No.”
“So that’s why he was placed in the servant’s quarters at Thanksgiving, too?”
I take the empty container of food from her hands and set it aside on my bedside table. “They weren’t servant’s quarters. I told you that before, Windows. I wanted you as far away from me as possible because of your scent.”
“What about it?”
“It drives me insane.”
She blinks at me. “In a good way?”
“In an insane way. Like an itch I can’t scratch.”
“I’m an itch you can’t scratch?”
“You’ve been the worst kind of temptation to me, Madison Evans. Sassy and smart with this citrus and spice scent that makes me want to devour you.” I fist her hair in the back to pull her face to mine for a kiss.