Page 244 of Wicked Savage Wolves
Meiying is still slumped on the counter. I turn the shower back on, checking the temperature to make sure it’s ready before pulling her under the warm spray and washing the signs of sex from both our bodies. Neither of us speaks, but when I move to wash between her thighs, she slaps my hand away.
Right.
We don’t do gentle or sweet. We fuck. She doesn’t want tenderness from me.
Grabbing us each a towel we dry off and I get dressed by myself in my room. Meiying retreats to the guestroom where her clothes are and comes back a few minutes later wearing a pair of white cut-off shorts and a red top. She has a frown on her face and a determined look in her eyes.
“I have a game today,” I tell her.
She nods. “You mentioned that yesterday.”
“Do you want to come? Jo will be there. You won’t be alone.”
She bites her bottom lip, and I have to keep myself from going to her, tugging her abused lip free only to capture it with my own teeth to remind her that her mouth is only mine to abuse.
She doesn’t answer.
“What’s going on in that head of yours?” I ask, shoving my gear in my gym bag. Between sleeping in, the shower, and the sex, I’m running late and Coach will have my ass if I don’t get a move on, but something is going on in that pretty little head of hers. I need to figure it out.
“Zheng will be pissed if he finds out about this.”
I grunt. “I’m aware.” I love the guy like a brother, and he loves me the same, but no way would he approve of what we’ve done.
“I don’t want to be the reason you two have a falling out again. He needs you and the others too much.”
I side eye her. “Spell it out for me, Meiying.”
“You can’t tell him. He can’t find out about any of this.” She indicates the space between us. I don’t like the idea of being her dirty little secret. Not one fucking bit. But, I can’t argue with her reasoning. Liu has a lot on his plate. Me fucking his sister isn’t something he needs to worry about right now. Not when me fucking his sister should never have happened in the first place. But after this morning, I can’t say it won’t happen again.
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Meiying
Idon’t know what came over me this morning. But when I woke up and Desmond was gone, his scent still clinging to the sheets, a part of me crumbled, thinking he’d left me there, alone. Then I heard the water running and I just, I needed to know this wasn’t going to be like all the times before. That he wasn’t going to mess around with me, only to pretend nothing ever happened.
So, I went for broke, and for once in my life, I took my shot. I pulled back the curtain, standing naked and unashamed, and when I saw him standing there with his fingers wrapped around his cock, my need reflected in his eyes shining bright with his wolf, I wanted it to be my hand holding him. I wanted it to be my mouth bringing him his release.
He didn’t push me away when I reached for him. He didn’t tell me to stop or that he didn’t want it. Want me. He moaned when I took him in my mouth. He growled and cursed when his dick bumped the back of my throat. And his body shuddered when he spilled his release inside me from behind.
This can’t go anywhere. I know that deep within my bones. But I don’t want to stop. I need whatever this is right now to chase away my grief. To push back the pain. I’m not stupid. I know who he is. Who I am. I’m not going to pretend that what we have is sunshine and butterflies with a happily ever after at the end of the rainbow. Because the fallout, if things take a bad turn, it isn’t just the two of us who will be affected. I’m not sure what is going on with my brother, but I know it has to do with more than Mom. I can’t be the reason he loses his best friend, and that’s what will happen if he finds out. His protective brother streak won’t allow it to be any other way.
“So we’re on the same page, then?” I ask, needing confirmation.
Desmond releases a harsh breath and rubs his hand over the back of his neck. A muscle tics in his jaw, but after a few more seconds, he relents. “Fine, we’ll be careful. Liu will never know I’m boning his baby sister.”
I bark out a laugh. Way to be presumptuous. “You think this will happen again?”
He gives me a knowing look, his hooded gaze boring into mine. “You saying it won’t?”
I manage a shrug. “Whatever we’re doing here, it's casual.”
“Agreed.”
“This is not a relationship. We're not going to hold hands and go on dates.”
He grunts.
“And no catching feelings,” I tell him, as much for my own benefit as his. I silently remind my tiger that too, because she’s already heading in the wrong direction.
