Page 67 of Wolf It Down, Knot Me Up

“I have never,” I mumble into the pillow, “come three times that fast in my entire life. You’re an absolute animal, and I can’t get enough.”

“I’ve been dreaming about this.” His lips move against my shoulder. “It’s been so long for me since I’ve been with anyone. I’ve been so hungry to fuck you.”

I huff out a wrecked, delighted breath. “Oh, trust me. I picked up on that.”

He strokes my hip, presses a kiss to the side of my neck, and I feel him everywhere, in my body and behind my ribs, warm and enormous and mine.

“Rest,” he murmurs. “After, we’ll get some food for energy, and then we’ll go again.”

I giggle at him. “Unless I fall asleep from exhaustion and physical trauma.”

“Then I’ll wake you up.” His mouth is on my shoulder. “With your favorite part of me. My tongue.”

I burst out laughing, causing the heaviness of his knot to pulse, and I cry out again as he chuckles behind me.

“Careful, gorgeous.” His mouth brushes my ear. “Every time you laugh like that, I get a little less willing to let this night end.”

16

LUCY

“Her mind’s on Roman’s cock again,” Wolf announces while pouring himself coffee. He raises his gaze toward me and smiles.

I set my cup of tea down before I drop it. “Well in truth, I’m reading Ethan’s schedule, so perhaps get your head out of the gutter.”

He laughs. “Sweetie, you’re still on the same page of his schedule since I arrived in the kitchen ten minutes ago.”

That’s when Grayson drags the stool out beside me and plunks down. His scent pours all over me, which is completely unfair, since the brandy-and-leather scent is extremely sexy. “Lucy’s had a big night. She’s still recovering.”

I simply glare at him, and he blows me a kiss.

Roman the whole time remains at the other end of the counter, leaning against it, his ankles crossed, his blue button-up shirt open at his throat. Even from my location, I notice the purple love mark on his neck that I gave him sometime last night when I completely forgot how many times I’d orgasmed.

And now, he’s calm and drinking his coffee, grinning to himself.

“Maybe,” I turn to Wolf. “You had a huge night and a lack of sleep.”

Grayson snaps into laughter, and heat scales up my neck. “I didn’t get any shut-eye.”

“Yeah right.” I shuffle the papers. “Anyway, we have a busy day and⁠—”

“I’m still curious,” Grayson interrupts me. “Did you actually get any sleep, or are we going to find you falling asleep on the job today?”

I lift my gaze. “That’s between my Alpha and me.”

Everyone falls silent, and it takes me a few seconds to realize that I called him my Alpha.

Roman gives me a wickedly sexy wink, his cup paused halfway to his mouth. All while Grayson’s smile transforms into something dangerous. And Wolf tips his head forward, giving his approval.

Wonderful. Evidently, I just fed all their egos.

So, I slide off the stool and stroll to the window, feeling three pairs of eyes following me. “Guests are ready for a full day, and I’m not going to get distracted by three muscular lumberjacks, sexy voices, shirts stretched over biceps, or any that hot, broody Alpha staring you have all perfected.”

No one responds, so I glance over my shoulder.

Three grins stretch across their faces. Yep, I shouldn’t have said all those things aloud.

An explosion of laughter suddenly reaches us from upstairs, stealing the moment, and I embrace it.