Wolf Endangered (Willow's Forbidden Pack #2) - Avery Song Page 0,13

forest but in a calmer state of mind. It would be intriguing to look into, but for now, I just wanted to see how she'd react to me.

She nodded at first and then added, "Yes."

"Do you know who I am?" I inquired for added pleasure. She studied me.

"No."

"Do I frighten you?"

"No." Her immediate response made my smile deepen as I inched closer to her. "Your friend doesn't want me to be with you."

The way she pouted was a sight far more priceless than a man could ask for.

"You won't hurt me."

"How are you so sure, Sweetness?" I inquired and purposely tightened my grip around her neck, my lips were now inches from her. "I could kill you."

Her eyes seemed to flicker then, and with a few blinks, Willow was actually awake. What an intriguing situation for her to wake to, but my question still remained, and I expected her to answer it.

"Neo wouldn't hurt me," she began, lines of exhaustion already beginning to inch into her expression. She was fighting against it as she continued, "Neither would you, though I expect a personal introduction. And the next time you have your hand around my throat, it better be in bed while you're fucking me senseless and not for taunting pleasure."

Yes. I fucking love this woman.

"Nicodemus Ramiro," I introduced. "That's my real name. I'm the royal prince of a very endangered group of wolves that hide in the shadows and oversee the way things work in the realms of wolf shifters."

She seemed to handle the introduction well. "Willow De Luca," she introduced. "You knew that though."

"Indeed, I did," I replied. Her gaze drifted to my wrist, which prompted the low chuckle that vibrated against my throat before my lips sealed hers for a solid five seconds.

I expected her to not dare to kiss me back, but boy, she blew that assumption out of the ballpark by kissing me back and even tugging on my bottom lip when I tried to pull away.

I need to kill those fuckers faster tonight if I want a bit of her later today.

"Let go." She was asking nicely. The way I smirked made her add, "Please?"

"Seeing as we can't fuck in these circumstances, I guess I'll do as you ask." Letting go, I admired her as she observed me.

"You know, for a murderous legend, you're not that dangerous."

Was she actually serious?

I could feel everyone else's shock, but I couldn't stop myself from laughing - the sound melting away my control on everyone as they gasped at the release of tension.

"Only you would think so, Sweetness," I voiced. "I'm done. Any longer and I'd have to spill some blood on these floors. Would be a shame since they're imported from Italy."

She looked down to admire them for a moment.

"Classy. Definitely imported," she agreed. "Are you giving me a goodbye kiss or that ain't your thing?"

Mother Moon, you gave me a pure gem of charming grace.

I moved in a swift blur, my lips claiming and devouring hers in mere seconds, but I reeled back my immense desire to do more for my own sake.

I'd have my share of fun later.

"Try not to awaken me again, Sweetness," I warned cautiously. "I don't like leaving without anything."

"I never said you should leave without anything," she muttered back. I felt like she was testing me, a challenge I'd gladly accept as I took the chance to bite her bottom lip enough that it began to bleed. She didn't even flinch at the pain I’d surely induced, and she watched me as my tongue ran along her bottom lip before I sucked every drop of blood.

She couldn't hide the twinkle of lust that hooded her eyes, and now I really wondered what she hid beneath her powerful surface.

Was she so similar to me that pain and blood excited her?

"Good girl." My husky voice surely sent shivers through her, and I decided to leave with that. That switch flicked back in place, and without missing a beat, my sanity was back.

"You're absolutely insane."

"Now, now," she began. "You can't compliment me one second and insult me the next. That's not...nice."

My instincts were on point as I hooked my arm around her in time to catch her.

"Willow?"

"Sleeping," she muttered, and I could tell she was actually slipping out of consciousness. "Don't...hurt my...bestie...or...whatever." She clearly gave up as she fell right back to sleep - leaving us in a lingering silence that was followed with Saint whispering, "So...I feel like we need a therapy session of