Wolf Castle (Sinful Wolf Pack Romances)

I wake-up later than I intended, my body hard and aching for her. Sex has always been very satisfying for me, but never in my life has a woman knocked me out like that before.

Something about this girl feels so special, and I find myself craving more. I know it is greedy to want her all to myself, but right now I don’t care. My body is a beast, and it needs her.

I have never tapped politely on a woman’s door when I have wanted her this much, but I find myself knocking gently on Clarissa’s door now. I am hesitant to wake her if she is not already awake.

Karl had said he’d given her something to help her sleep for as long as she needed it, but I find myself wishing that she would get up already. I’m looking forward to seeing her face.

And the rest of her.

As I turn away from her room in slight disappointment, a small blond-headed bundle bumps smack bang into my solid chest. It is Clarissa.

I steady her with my strong arms. I look down into her face. Her lips are trembling. Concern suddenly rages inside me. She is upset. I can’t allow her to be upset.

“Hey,” I say, gently brushing the corner of her eyes where tears have gathered. “What happened? Did someone hurt you?”

Anger is blossoming inside me at the mere thought.

“No,” she says in a small voice, brushing aside the tears that have begun to run down her face. She sniffs, as if determined not to cry. “I just had an argument with a friend.”

“Why?” I ask, wondering when she had a chance to leave the house, and who this friend was.

“She says you’re just using me,” she says, the words spilling out of her seemingly against her intention. She flushes after she has said them.

The friend is a she. I feel the angry tightness in my chest ease a little. If it had been a he I would have had to find him and throttle him. Something about this sweet breeze of a girl makes me want to protect her fiercely

“Is that what you think?” I ask her, holding her gaze steadily.

To my relief she shakes her head.

“Good girl,” I say, unable to resist brushing my thumb over her trembling lower lip. “Because you’re a beautiful woman and I desire you immensely. And though I’d like to have you to myself, the others do too. You know that, don’t you?”

She bites her lip, and sneaks a peek up at me from between her long lashes.

“I… I like you to,” she confesses in a trembling voice.

I want to sweep her up in my arms, and crush her to my chest. Instead I gently cup her face in my hands and suggest that when she is ready she might like to join the rest of us for breakfast.

She shakes her head firmly, and intertwines her slim fingers with mine.

“I don’t want breakfast,” she says leading me towards her room. “I want you.”