The Head Wolf-Chapter Three
Chapter Three
Sam regretted coming to Titus. It wasn’t as though she’d had another choice, but she’d been so focused on rescuing her sister that she hadn’t realized that she was in danger. And being attached to Titus might heighten that danger rather than alleviate it.
“I’ll keep you safe, my love.”
“Stop calling me that. “
He grimaced. “That’s the kind of thing that will put us in danger.”
Sam nodded. “Next rule.”
He moved his chair closer to hers, crowding into her space, filling her up with his essence. It was both familiar and disconcerting. He was like home to her on one hand, and the butterflies that filled her from his closeness threatened to engulf her and push her under.
She sensed his desire for her, her own threatening to boil over. Such a bad idea. “Titus—”
“It’s okay. I’ll keep you safe.” He reached over and grabbed her forearm. It wasn’t supposed to be a sexual touch. But it reverberated through every millimeter of her body. “But I’ll have to touch you, and I might have to do a whole lot more than touch you.”
The memory of when he used to touch her all the time sang through her. She’d been holding them back like a dam, but it broke her. He was breaking her. She knew they could not get back together. She could not be what he needed. His mate needed to be a queen—not a scared, broken woman who hid in a turret and still couldn’t escape her demons.
He leaned closer. “Can I kiss you?”
“Like, as practice for the club?” Her voice came out in a squeak, and his lips twitched again.
“If that’s what you need to tell yourself…yes.”
Sam nodded, her lips tingling for contact with his. He didn’t waste any time and brought his mouth down on hers. The rest of the room disappeared. His lips were cool and dry and plush. His mouth was patient, allowing her to get used to feel of him again. It only served to make her hungrier for him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer.
He growled, low in his throat, and put one hand on the back of her neck. His tongue teased and probed, relearning her. She fell back into him like it was nothing. As though they hadn’t been apart for two years, as though there hadn’t been anyone for him since she’d left. There had to have been countless women since she’d left, hadn’t there? A man of Titus’ appetites would not be able to be alone.
Her entire body hummed with being reunited with the only mate who ever made sense to her. It renewed something inside she’d long thought dead—hope.
That hope was what made her stop kissing him. He hesitated to let her pull away.
When he finally did, she blinked her eyes open and looked at him. The animal inside him was so close to the surface that she should be afraid. His eyes flashed into something lupine. But he was hers. He would not hurt her.
“You can’t wear that to the club.” He looked down at the perfectly fine dress she’d pulled out of the back of her closet.
“What’s wrong with it?”
He smiled at her. Maybe it was her imagination, but his incisors appears to have lengthened during their kiss. “The wolves at the club will expect my companion to be decked in something expensive.”
“So, not Topshop?”
“Not Topshop.”
“I don’t have anything expensive.” She never left the house, and didn’t really need to own anything expensive.
“I’ve got you, my love.”
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