Page 45 of Howlin’ For You

There aren’t any words needed. I don’t know if any words exist to describe what we just shared. And for once in my life, I don’t need reassurance.

I know in my heart that Nick and I are okay.

Well, better than okay, considering we just had the best sex I’ve ever had in my entire life.

I squeeze a little on his knot just to hear his sharp intake of breath.

“Woman, let me recover.” He squeezes his arms around me. “Then you can ravish me again.”

I chuckle, the sound drawing another groan from him. “Oh, I’m sorry, darling. Shall I just lie here perfectly still?”

He gently guides my cheek so we’re able to make eye contact. “You can do whatever you want, and I’ll love every second of it.”

Despite being naked on top of him with his cock locked inside me, I can still feel the heat of a blush traveling up my cheeks at his sincerity.

His vulnerability.

“This is real,” I say, not needing to ask.

His smile is fond and caring. I dare say it is loving. “Izzy, you and I are the realest damn thing in my entire world.”

“Good.” I snuggle into his chest, feeling lighter than a feather.

His fingers slide through my hair, caressing and massaging me until I’m almost dozing. Minutes pass as we lie in contented silence together, absorbing the moment.

I’ve never been in love before. I’ve had crushes, infatuations, lustful thoughts... but never love. And for the first time in my life, I think I could fall.

Which means I’ll have a very real choice ahead of me once the event is done. Do I stay here with him, or do I leave? Do I take a chance and upend my entire life, or go back to a place that doesn’t feel like home?

After a few more minutes, the pressure of his knot fades, and I wiggle my hips to test it.

“Do that again and you’re going to be stuck in this bed for longer,” he rumbles. I sit up on his lap, allowing his soft cock to slip from my body.

He lies against the pillows with his eyes closed, thoroughly at peace. There’s no tension in his shoulders or his brow.

He cracks open one eye. “I can feel you staring at me, Izzy.”

I shrug my shoulders, drawing his gaze to my chest. “Maybe I enjoy looking at you, Nick.”

In a moment, I’m on my back and he looms over me like a predator ready to strike. “I’m a lucky wolf. Now, let’s get you cleaned up.”

He picks me up bridal style and sets me on the bathroom counter. I was too focused on Nick when we came into his bedroom to really take stock, but now that he’s turning on the shower, my eyes jump around the room.

It’s like the rest of his house. Every single fixture is personally crafted and updated, but there isn’t a lot of warmth, like he was waiting for his puzzle piece to come in and finish all the hard work.

I wiggle a little on the cold marble counter. “I’m making a mess.”

His cum slides down my thighs in a way that absolutely shouldn’t send a frisson of heat through my chest. But it does. I like knowing I’m full of him.

He finishes checking the water in his rainfall shower and turns to me. “The shower’s ready, or would you rather I clean you with my tongue instead?”

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

NICK

Iwatch as Izzy’s eyes flash at my request, but truthfully, this is as much for me as it is for her. My mouth waters, watching my essence mixed with hers coating her inner thighs. I need to taste us.

She needs to taste us.