Her eyes fluttered open and bright eyes stared at me in awe. “It’s even more perfect than last night.” She reached out and brushed her fingertips over my chest.
“I was just thinking the same about yours.”
“It feels crusty.” She brushed some of the blood flakes off as she rubbed it and sat up.
I chuckled as we left the bed and made our way toward the en-suite bathroom. It was the same as the rest of the bathrooms in the house. Stained wood floors, white walls, a glass shower, a toilet, and a double vanity with a huge mirror hung across it.
I went to the mirror and froze. The tattoo she had magically infused into my skin was so fucking perfect. The moon was full and my wolf form howled at it with a purple magical glow around him. The glow looked just like Harlow did when she teleported. It was perfect, she was perfect.
I turned toward her as she inspected my mark on her neck. “You outdid yourself.”
Her cheeks tinged pink. “So did you.”
“It’s not as pretty as yours, but it means the fucking world to me that you bear my mark.”
“Xav, it’s perfect. I’m glad we did this. I love being marked as yours.” She rubbed at the mark again or rather the blood that had dried on her neck and inside the mark.
“Take a quick shower before we go to Riley’s office and see when the meeting is.”
She groaned. “Fine. Get out, and I’ll shower.”
“I’ve seen you naked already. When I had my face buried between your legs and made you come with my fingers, remember?”
“Xav!” She clenched her legs together and her arousal hit the air.
I needed her more than I needed anything, marking her last night amplified that. I prowled toward her and backed her into the wall, planting my hand beside her head. “When will you want me the way I want you?”
She gulped. “I already do. But now isn’t a good time.”
Damn. She was right. I bent down and kissed her roughly. She responded, pulling my body against her as she kissed the living hell out of me. I hoisted her up and slammed her back into the wall as she grounded into my stomach.
Arousal was so thick in the air, and I was so hard I thought I’d break as I broke the kiss and put her back on the ground, stepping back. “You’re mine later.”
It was a warning, and the look in her eyes told me she was excited. I left the bathroom and threw some spare clothes on.
All the guest rooms had full closets of men and women’s clothing because of the commonality of us wolves being naked. Harlow probably would appreciate it if I wore clothes for once.
She didn’t seem to like the pack. Riley and Gabe weren’t that bad. Riley had a spiky personality, sure, but she was a good person. Gabe was always a bit bland to me so I didn’t have any strong feelings one way or the other. Ivy and Nolan were dumbasses, so I knew why she didn’t care for them. Caroline was a bitch yesterday, so I knew why she didn’t like her.
I don’t know. After getting out of the pack for a while and coming back, it was a toxic fucking community. Alpha Shawn and Luna Sage, Riley, Sophia, and Ivy’s parents, did not discipline Ivy at all. Sophia went through hell with Ivy, and Riley tried standing up for her but nothing ever worked with Ivy. She was the definition of a spoiled brat. Harlow was the first person I’d seen stand up to her and literally not let her get a sentence out. I guess that was where the toxicity began.
The door creaked open and Harlow came out in a towel. “Are you trying to kill me?” I burnt the image of her wet body in that small, white towel into my memory. She was sexy as hell, and didn’t even realize it—or care.
“I was wondering if they had any clothes here. Being as you’re wearing some, I’m assuming they do?” She held the towel tighter.
I nodded toward the wardrobe and tucked my dick into the waistband of my pants, a motion I’d done a lot since meeting her. The woman had me hard twenty-four-seven. It was borderline torture.
She dropped the towel and slipped on a white cotton strappy dress, completely naked underneath. She swiveled around with the dress twirling up higher up her thighs, and her nipples pebbled under the fabric.
Scratch that, it was worse than torture.
“Ready to go?” She pulled her wet hair into a knot on the top of her head. She was gorgeous. I’d never seen her put a lick of makeup on her face, and I was glad. Her skin was flawless as it was. Her bare face was the prettiest fucking thing I’d ever seen.
“Yeah,” I said, clearing my throat. “But you’re in for it later.”
Her eyes widened as a fake-innocent smile spread across her lips. “I don’t have any idea why.”
She teased me with small brushes against my hand and the way she swayed her hips as she walked all the way to the damn office. Harlow knew exactly what she did to me.
When we got there, I didn’t have a chance to knock before the door flung open and Sophia stood there with a big grin on her face. “Xavier! Is it true?”
I blinked. “What’re you doing here?”
How did she get here so damn fast? She was running a decent-size pack. Surely she couldn’t just up and leave because I came back.
She rolled her big blue eyes before they settled on Harlow. “I heard you were back with a second chance
