“This bond… it’s messing with us. I can’t even think straight when she’s near.”
Then he walked past me and sat heavily on the couch. He rubbed his face with his hands and groaned.
“I saw her,” he added, voice quiet. “In my head. Over and over. The way she looked at me before she vanished. She was scared, Levi. Of me.”
My wolf let out a disapproving growl inside me, but I ignored him and nodded in agreement.
“No,” I said firmly. “Not like this. You’ll scare her even more. Go cool off. Shift. Run. Scream into the forest. Just don’t communicate with her until you’ve locked your wolf back down.”
“That’s why Louis and I talked,” I said. “We’re going to set boundaries. No more kisses. No serious physical contact until she’s sure she wants it.”
I nodded. “Dead serious. Until she’s ready, we don’t push. And if she is ready, then we still make sure we are too. We won’t hurt her. Not even by accident.”
Maybe to be close. Maybe to make sure he came back. Maybe because I needed to see with my own eyes that he was still Lennox and not the creature that had tried to take Olivia in a haze of wild, uncontrolled desire.
I waited.
Lennox. Powerful, heavy presence.
After Louis left, I remained seated on the edge of the bed, staring at the chaos left behind. Olivia’s scent lingering in the air made my wolf restless. Hungry. But I forced him back, swallowing the burn of desire in my throat. I couldn’t risk losing control, not like Lennox had.
Lennox’s jaw tightened. His nostrils flared. He looked like he wanted to kill me. I thought he would attack me, but surprisingly he didn’t. But instead, he turned and violently kicked a stool aside, facing the wall.
“Damn it! What have I done?” he murmured regretfully, his eyes filled with guilt. Lennox winced like the words physically hurt.
I extended my senses, searching for the flicker of his presence.
Levi’s POV
So I walked in.
We couldn’t.
“Where’s Lennox now?” Louis asked.
Louis looked worried too. He understood what I meant.
He paused when he saw me.
-I didn’t know why exactly.
“She should be back in the Nightshade Pack,” Louis replied. “I can feel her aura. She’s scared. Still aroused, but scared.”
“We should come to a decisi?n,” Louis said out loud, and I moved my attention toward him.
He turned back around, his eyes no longer glowing but raw with emotion
“DON’T!” he snapped, spinning toward me, his eyes glowing a bright, deadly green, “You took her from me!”
The moment Olivia disappeared into the air, Lennox released a growl so loud, it shook the walls. dow and leaned back, resting my
I sat down on the small couch near the head against the frame. I stared out at the trees, listening for the faintest echo of paws against soil.
He exhaled long and deep, like the weight had finally started to lift.
I stared at the cracked bed, the sheets tangled with Olivia’s scent, the wild energy still lingering in the air.
“Where is she now?”
And still hold ourselves back.
“I figured you’d be here,” he said, his voice rough, but calm.
“I didn’t mean to hurt her,” he whispered hoarsely. “I just… I couldn’t stop. The scent of her, the sound of her voice, her taste-Goddess, Levi, I’m losing it. Every day, it gets harder.” 5
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “Tonight it was Lennox… next time it might be me. Or you, Louis.”
“You didn’t hurt her,” I reminded him. “You stopped. And that counts for something”
Lennox stared at the wall, his jaw clenched.
Louis looked at me, his face unreadable. “You think he’ll be okay?”
“Lennox-oh gods-“
He moved slow, grinding deep, making sure I felt every inch of him. Every stroke pushed me higher. Every roll of his hips had my nails clawing down his back, begging for more. We moved in sync, like we were made for this. Like this was the moment we were always meant for.
“I’ve got you,” he breathed. “Just breathe. I won’t move until you’re ready.”
I opened my eyes-and there he was.
“Lennox-“
His lips never stopped moving. From my lips, to my throat, down to my collarbone. His hands followed, tracing every curve with maddening patience. He took his time. Worshipping. Teasing. Driving me wild with nothing but slow strokes and whispered promises.
His lips curled into a slow smirk. “I came to finish what we started.”
And I didn’t want to stop.
He began to move-slow, careful thrusts that sent shivers down my spine. The pain dulled, replaced by a slow-building pleasure that left me breathless.
I gasped when his mouth finally found my throat, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along my skin.
He pulled back just enough to look up at me, his lips glistening, his eyes burning. “Say my name like that again, and I might not last.”
I was falling.
Then his mouth ate my pussy.
He saw the uncertainty in my gaze and offered a soft, reassuring smile-one that made the heat between my legs pulse even harder.
I ran a shaky hand through my hair, trying to calm my racing pulse
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. “Please.”
I forgot how to breathe.
He followed seconds later with a deep growl and one last thrust that had stars dancing behind my eyelids.
I swallowed hard. “What are you talking about?”
That was all it took.
And then I nodded.
And I shattered under him-calling his name as the wave crashed over me.
That heat crawling across my skin.
My lips parted, but no words came out. My breath shuddered as he finally touched me, his fingertips trailing down my arm, featherlight, raising goosebumps in their wake. His hands were calloused but gentle as they explored me, learning me like a song he already knew by heart.
I gasped as I jolted awake, my heart pounding, my legs still trembling from the phantom pleasure. My body was damp with sweat. My core throbbed like I’d really just
Leaning against my bedroom doorframe, his shirt unbuttoned, chest bare, dark pants riding low on his hips. His eyes were glowing g riding low on his hips. His eyes were glowing gold, fixed on me with a kind of hunger that made my breath catch.
Olivia’s POV
With my eyes closed, I lay on my bed, trying to get some sleep.
That pull.
“You don’t remember?” he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “We were supposed to finish something off before we were interrupted?”
My body tensed,
I was naked to him, trembling under his gaze-but not from shame.
“Come with me,” he whispered, his hand slipping between us as he massaged my
+495 clitoris. “Let go for me, Oli.”
He noticed.
“You’re so wet already,” he murmured, trailing kisses down my belly, nipping gently at my hip. “And I haven’t even gotten to the best part.”
He stood in front of me and began taking off his clothes. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants, his eyes locked with mine, and began to pull them down his hips in one slow, deliberate motion. The fabric slid over his skin like silk, revealing more of him inch by inch. My breath hitched as I took in the sight of him- each movement accentuating the carved muscles of his abdomen, the V-cut tapering each movement accentuating th into strong, powerful thighs.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.