“What?” Her husky voice went straight to my dick, making me come a little more.
My brain was short-circuited by pleasure. I didn’t choose my words wisely. I just blurted the thing out.
“I’m a wolf.”
“I know,” she replied.
That was a good start.
“You belong to me. You’re fucking mine.”
23
BROOKE
* * *
I smiled up at Roy, raised my hand, and stroked his soft hair. I loved him like this: rough and growly and possessive. He was a hot fantasy straight out of a juicy romance novel.
He searched my face for a moment then delivered a searing kiss. “I already love you,” he said when he’d left me breathless. “Does it freak you out to hear that?”
I blinked. Swallowed. He loved me?
“Um…a little.” Except I thought of how I’d felt when I knew he was suffering in that jail cell. How I felt knowing he’d sacrificed himself for my safety.
He eased out of me and disposed of the condom, returning with a warm washcloth. He nudged open my knees and lightly brushed my folds with the cloth. It was somehow more intimate than the sex we’d just had and just as hot.
“Well, get used to it because that’s the way it is. You’re mine, and I love you.”
I bit my lip, so I didn’t laugh at how he said such soft words with his growly tone.
I stared at the big burly mountain man who was actually a werewolf, drinking in his broad shoulders. The chiseled muscles of his chest, dusted with silky dark curls. The washboard abs that decorated the narrow taper of his waist.
I was crazy. I had to be. Orgasm drunk. Dick dazzled. Something. Because it wasn’t every day you found out the guy you fucked could somehow turn into a wolf.
He seemed too magnificent to be true. Or there was something wrong with me. But what? A guy who was kind, protective, talented with his tongue, fingers and dick, who knew where a clit was had to be too good to be true.
Except he wasn’t.
I could hear the voice of Casey in my head though. If he seems too good to be true, he is. Don’t get played by a player.
Was he a player?
All Roy had done since I fell into his arms was give, give, give.
He couldn’t be one. A player might have pulled me into his hotel room and had sex with me, especially since I initiated, but he’d have kicked me out the door soon after. Roy had done no such thing. Except… he changed into a wolf, and I wasn’t freaking out, so maybe I was crazy. Especially since I’d already fallen for this man.
Hard. In one day.
I couldn’t admit how I felt about him now. Not yet, at least. I needed to know more, and I didn’t know where to start when it came to wolves and humans turning into them. Sharing your heart with a normal guy was hard enough. A wolf/man? There was more I needed to know.
“Wolf shifters can play around when they’re young.” Roy settled on his side next to me, his head propped on a giant hand. As if he couldn’t stop touching me, his other hand settled on my stomach. Warm, gentle and proprietary.
Whoa. Was he a mind reader, too? I had so many questions.
“There’s a lot of full moon sex when the pack gets together for a run or for shifter games.”
My heart started beating a little faster. What was he trying to tell me? That he had tons of sex? That he’d be going back to more of it? At shifter games? What were they? How–