Page 37 of Wild

I couldn’t have sex with her again. No. NO! I needed to act normal, as if we’d had some fun, and now it was over. Talk.Dostuff. Clothed. It was the only way to make it through the full moon tonight without biting her and ruining her life.

I froze at the top of the stairs when I heard her coming out of her room. She wore a tank top—no bra—and a pair of red jean shorts that made me desperate to do all manner of dirty things to that ass of hers.

Don’t look anywhere but her eyes.

“Good morning.”

“Hi.” She looked surprised to see me. Slightly flustered.

“You going down to the kitchen?”

“Um, yeah. I need to finish up the cake.”

“Right. I’ll help.” What? What the fuck was I talking about? I knew jack shit about cakes.

“You will? Have you frosted a cake before?”

“Never,” I admitted. “But I’m a quick learner. Or I can entertain you while you frost.”

I could think of many ways to entertain herwithfrosting. All over her naked body.

Fuck. I groaned, and her eyes widened.

“Okay, Sergeant,” she said.

“Sergeant Major,” I corrected, watching her nipples go hard.

What did it? My rank? Or the bossy way I said it?

Either way, my mate had a thing for being dominated, which boded well for our future sex life…after she graduated,but at the moment made it hard for me to function.

I’d already jacked off twice last night, and this morning before my run to let off some steam, but I was still hard for her. My new permanent state.

“I’m going to grab a quick shower, and then I’ll join you.”

She nodded and cut past me. I took a Navy shower, in and out in two minutes, and I was dressed and in the kitchen within five. Total.

There, I poured us both a cup of coffee from the full pot Rob must’ve made before he went out to do chores. “How about I make you breakfast?”

Providing. That was something a wolf mate knew how to do. It should resonate for a human, too. Right?

Her dimpled smile confirmed my instinct. “I’d love that.” She moved with efficiency, pulling out a mixing bowl, butter and powdered sugar.

“What do you like?” I asked. “Pancakes? Eggs?”

“Whatever you’re having,” she said as she glanced at me over her shoulder.

“You’re an easy one, huh?” I wanted to kiss the place where her neck met her collarbone. I wanted to get those red shorts off her hot little body.

No.Breakfast.Fuck!

“Give me a hint. What would make you moan in pleasure?”

Christ! Why are these things coming out of my mouth?

She had things to do. I needed to keep my hands off her and support her goals. In this case, I had to let her finish the cake.

“Pancakes, I guess. Or toast.”