Page 94 of Wolf Blood

Rhone strode out of the bathroom a few minutes later, drying his now-short hair with a towel.

I tried not to stare.

Really did.

Totally failed, though.

With his hair cut like that, he looked even deadlier.

Even sexier, too.

Especially when he was so fucking naked.

I hit the button to start the TV show. It was about cake. It wasn't the one Bloom and I liked, but it was similar enough. Something about baking shows just made me feel normal.

I forced myself to focus on the TV screen instead of the gorgeous man in front of me.

Rhone tossed my blanket aside and plopped down on the mattress beside me.

"You know it irritates me when you do that," I grumbled, reaching for the blanket again.

He kicked it further away and dragged me into his arms. "I'm warm enough for you."

"I still like blankets." I tried to grab it with my foot, but couldn't reach it.

He pulled me closer, and I sighed loudly.

But tucked my feet beneath his warm calves. What else was I going to do? My toes were freezing cold.

My eyelids drooped as I snuggled up against Rhone. My entire body warmed. I tried to follow along with the cakes that the contestants were making, but struggled.

I just felt so... relaxed.

"Mav wants to meet with a few enforcers to talk about the challenges this weekend," Rhone said into my hair a few minutes later."Right now."

I mumbled something incoherent in response. It was negative, though.

"I know." He started slowly extricating himself from me.

I grabbed his arm before he could pull it away. For once, he hadn't snuck it beneath my shirt to leave his giant palm on one of my tits."Bloom wants him to be hers after 8 PM. Don't get between them." My words slurred just a little. It was exhaustion, for once. Not bloodlust or anything else.

"He's the one who wants to meet."

"Is it an emergency?"

"No."

"Then tell him it can wait until business hours."

Rhone studied me for a few moments before finally nodding once. "Fine. You have to bite me before you go to sleep, though."

"Mmkay. Don't let me fuck you afterward."

The skeptical look he sent me said he would do no such thing.

It wasn't like drinking blood messed with my mind. It just made me horny.

He tapped his throat, but I reached for his wrist. He didn't look thrilled, but he slid closer when I pulled his wrist to my face. My back was against his bare chest again when I sank my teeth into him.