The Wolf and His Wife (Wolf 2)

My cock nearly exploded in my boxers because this felt like a dream. I’d done dirty talk with beautiful women, but I’d never experienced something like this…when the most desirable woman in the world made me feel like the most desirable man.

I pulled away in my eagerness and dropped my boxers. A condom was on my shaft in seconds, and then I grabbed her hips and dragged her to the edge of the bed. I was prepared to fuck her deep and hard, to sheathe my dick until only my balls hung out.

I pushed my head inside her and slowly made my entrance, gliding through the slickness she’d already produced. She was so wet for me…matching the words she whispered to me. I closed my eyes as I moved all the way into her, buried inside the slit of heaven.

She gripped my wrists and moaned, her head rolling back with her plump lips wide apart.

I lowered my body on top of hers so I could kiss her again, feel her lips while my dick treasured her cunt. Even through the condom, I could feel her so intimately, feel how wet and tight she was.

Her fingers moved into my hair, and she gasped against my mouth, “Yes…I was jealous.”

I rested my forehead against hers and felt my dick twitch.

“Very jealous.”

7

Arwen

“More coffee?” Abigail stood with the stainless-steel pitcher.

My fingertips rested against my temple as I tried to combat the migraine that throbbed in my head. The pulse was so powerful, and the strongest cup of coffee in the world couldn’t change that. I pushed my mug closer to her anyway. “Please.”

She poured the coffee, the liquid the same color as Maverick’s eyes.

“Thank you.”

“Long night, huh?”

“Yeah…something like that.”

Abigail gave me a non-judgmental smile. “A big meal always gets me back on my feet.”

I’d already thrown up, so my stomach was empty. I should probably put some food in it. “Good advice.”

She walked away.

I grabbed my fork and dug into my salad, my eyes squinting in the afternoon sunlight. Fall had reached Tuscany, but it would still be warm for a few months. When the cold arrived, the charm would disappear.

Minutes later, Maverick joined me. In a t-shirt and jeans, he looked thoroughly rested, like he’d slept better than he ever had. He skipped the coffee because he’d already had some that morning and poured himself a glass of iced tea instead.

Jealous, I stared at him.

He grabbed his fork and dug into his salad, eating across from me like it was a normal day. He felt amazing, and I felt like shit. “Don’t drink so much next time.”

“I can’t turn down good champagne…”

“You drank more than just champagne,” he teased. “You were downing wine and hard liquor throughout the night.”

I couldn’t remember that. “No wonder I feel like shit…”

He drank his iced tea and looked at me. “Remember much of it?”

“I remember playing the piano. Was I any good?” I remembered singing one of my songs. That was the last clear memory I possessed. Everything turned dark after that.

He rolled his eyes like it was a stupid question. “You were phenomenal. Everyone fell in love with you…like they always do.”

“No wonder I drank so much. I hope I didn’t embarrass you.”

“No. In fact, you make me look good.” He kept eating his lunch, stabbing the tomatoes and mozzarella with his fork before placing them into his mouth. The meals Abigail gave him were always low in carbs and high in protein. It was the only way he could keep a fit body like that. He suddenly stopped eating and rolled his left shoulder like it was sore. He released a quiet sigh as he rubbed the area.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah.” He dropped his hand and kept eating. “It hasn’t healed all the way. Gets sore from time to time.”

I left my chair and walked around the table behind him. My hands pressed into the back of his shoulder, and I dug into the area, gently massaging the area until I located the tightness. His muscles were full of knots, and I gently rolled them until they were smooth.

Maverick was tense at first, but his muscles slowly relaxed, and he gave in to the goodness of the massage. He stopped eating and just sat there, enjoying the way my fingers relieved the unwanted pressure.

I rubbed his back for a few minutes, letting him relax completely before I pulled my fingers away. When I returned to my chair, I saw the relaxed look in his eyes, like he could fall asleep right at the table. “Thanks…”

“Sure.”

He leaned forward again and dug his fork into his lunch. “I was going to visit my sister tonight. Would you like to come?”

I’d asked to see her before, but it didn’t seem like he was interested in connecting us. He’d obviously had a change of heart. “Yeah, I’d love to.” I didn’t know anything about his sister, but if she was a kind person, unlike his father, I definitely wanted to meet her. I was sick of the darkness that surrounded the DeVille family members.