Villain and the Geek 2 (The Wolf's Mate, #7)

by L.C. Davis

wincing as the warm water stings the tender flesh between my legs. I glance down to see streaks of dried come—and a bit of blood—sliding down my thighs and into the drain, and my face burns hotter.

Maybe it's time to finally face the fact that the issue isn't whatever world I happen to be inhabiting at the moment. The issue is me. I'm just not the kind of person anyone—especially Constantine—is going to fall head over heels in love with. Or apparently even respect enough to stick around the morning after.

Stooooop, I'm already dead. 😭

The worst part is, I know if he came waltzing through my door right now and apologized, I'd forgive him.

Things could definitely get awkward and messy once we shift and don't have our natural fur coats between our skin and the dirt. Because I'm pretty sure Constantine is way too fancy to do… that… as wolves.

Oh, no. Please DO fuck in your self forms.

His other hand slides lower, and I gasp as he begins to massage the spot above my aching hole where his knot is still lodged inside me.