“Why do you always do that?”
“Do what?”
“Rub your cum into my skin like that?” He did it anytime it wasn’t trapped in a condom. If it landed on her skin, he’d rub it until it was gone.
Every single time.
“I want others to smell it, to know you’re mine.” He confessed sleepily before snoring softly.
That made zero sense, but something did scratch at the back of her brain. However, it was lost as she drifted off to join him.
FIVE
PROWLER
Enjoying some of the best sleep he’d had in years, Prowler was a little disturbed when he was pulled to wakefulness by soft curses.
Rubbing the fogginess from his eyes, he rolled over and searched the mostly dark room for the source.
Taylor.
She was crawling around the floor, face down, looking under the dresser. Ass all the way up in the air. Obviously searching for her clothes that had been carelessly tossed away last night.
She looked downright edible like that. Like she was begging to be taken from behind while he fisted her hair or, better yet, held her down with his mouth to her neck.
Where the hell did that come from?
As soon as he thought it, he knew the wolf smiled. The rumble the beast emitted, he could damn near feel it deep in his chest.
Prowler had always felt as if they were separate entities, disconnected, but stuck together because he was the only option at the time.
The quantum wolves he knew felt the same, so it was assumed that was just the way it was for them. However, the way it felt right then had him questioning that.
For the first time since their circumstances brought them together, they were in harmony, like two halves that were trying to come together.
When the next words left his mouth, they came out rough and wild.
“I wanna bite that ass hard enough to leave a mark.” He growled, or rather his wolf did.
Another first.
Taylor startled and turned in his direction. Her green eyes looked surprised in the low light.
Interesting, he made a mental note to mention that to Kansas, but when she stood and turned her entire body his way, his world narrowed down to her.
“Not going to happen. We start that, and I’ll forget my own name.”
He chuckled. “That’s kind of the point, sweetheart.” Prowler patted the space beside him on the mattress. “Come back to bed.”
He heard the difference or rather felt it. It wasn’t just for round four, he wanted her there. In his bed, his home, his life. To hell with doubts and questions. They could figure it out together. After last night, the dinner, the effort she put into Cass, into him, it was clear their no-strings arrangement had grown friggin’ ropes, and he wasn’t mad about it.
Taylor, however, would be. She was as no-strings as he had been.
“If I come over there, you’ll pull me down to the bed and fuck me stupid. I can’t let that happen. We need to talk.”
Taylor spoke as she pulled her shirt over her head, forgoing the bra. Maybe that’s what she’d been looking for under the dresser.
“The dreaded four words no man wants to hear,” Prowler quipped as he turned on the bedside light and scooched up so he was reclined against the headboard, not bothering with covers.