The Wolf and His Wife (Wolf 2)

“Do you want me to kill you?” I asked incredulously.

“No. But we both know that isn’t the reason.” She stepped closer to me, moving in on me just the way my father did a few nights ago. “So, what is the reason? The real reason?” Her arms dropped to her sides, and she looked up at me with those beautiful eyes.

I held her gaze and didn’t blink. “Those women didn’t deserve to suffer. You made the right call—even though you betrayed me to do it.”

“That didn’t answer my question, Maverick.” She hardly blinked as she stared at me, pressing for an answer she wanted to hear. “You’ve declared war with your father because of me. Why is my life that important?”

She’d phrased the question powerfully, giving me no wiggle room. I held her gaze with a hard dick between my legs, susceptible to the attitude in her voice, the fire in her eyes. “If I didn’t declare war with him now, it would just happen later. Like you said, he’s too far gone. It doesn’t matter whether I make a stand now or later…but I choose now.”

“And it has nothing to do with the way you feel about me?” She circled closer, not giving up. Now her face was close to mine, close enough that I could see every detail of her beautiful features. “Because I’ve come to care for you, Maverick. I think you care about me too.”

I became her husband because I’d been forced. It was a role I’d never wanted, but I fell into it easily because she needed me so much. She needed me to guide her during our first dance as husband and wife. She needed me to take care of her father when she couldn’t afford his medical bills. She needed me to hold her hand when he died. She needed me for everything—and I was there for her. It started as an obligation but quickly became a way of life. Now I was used to taking care of her, used to checking on her. And I was used to having someone care about me too. “I don’t want you to die…”

Her hands moved to my arms, her fingertips lightly pressing into my skin. She closed the gap between us and rose onto her tiptoes so we could be eye to eye. Then she closed her eyes and rested her face against mine.

We stood there together, neither one of us saying a word.

My eyes closed and I relished the feeling of her cheek on mine, feeling whatever pull existed between us. This woman was barely my friend and barely my lover, but she somehow meant something to me. I was a heartless man who preferred the easy way out, but this time, I chose the hard way. I chose to protect my sheep.

Her lips moved to mine, landing on my mouth perfectly. The kiss was subtle, gentle. Her lips felt mine, waiting for me to reciprocate before she kissed me any harder. When my lips didn’t move, she pulled back and looked me in the eye.

“I do care about you, Sheep…”

5

Arwen

Maverick’s weight pressed me into the mattress. He covered me completely, holding up his body on his powerful arms as his hips thrust to move inside me. Covered in sweat from the exertion and with a sexy look in his eyes, he was the ideal man to be on top of a woman. He rocked his body over and over, his length burrowing inside me until his balls tapped lightly against my ass. The sex was slow, our bodies moving together at an unremarkable speed.

But the sex was so good. My toes were cramping over and over, and my nipples were sore because they’d been hard for so long. My knees were wide apart, giving him plenty of access to move between my thighs and enjoy me.

For the second time, I came. I whimpered against his mouth, my eyes stinging with tears once more. They burned as they built up then streaked down my cheeks to my lips. I’d never been a crier in bed, but this man brought me to tears every single time. It was always so good that it was heavenly, like I should be thanking someone upstairs.

The condom separated us, but I could still feel the hard grooves of his dick, especially the large crown at the top. Sometimes I wished we were just skin-to-skin, but I knew the request wasn’t optional. So, I enjoyed it as-is…because it was still so good.

Maverick wore the sexiest look in bed, focused on the woman he was with, while keeping his fit body in motion. He seemed more aroused by the expressions I made than the way my tits shook back and forth. Sometimes he would moan, but for the most part, he was a quiet lover, choosing to listen to me instead of being vocal himself.