Surrender To Me (Wolf Hotel, #4)

by Nina West

“You watched it?” “She called me to confess when she realized she was caught in the act. The cameras aren’t hidden but they’re also not overt. She didn’t notice the one sitting on the dresser until she was... in a compromising position.” He sips at his Scotch again, barely hiding his smirk. “So you watched Belinda having sex.” “I did.”

“And you call Connor and Ronan deviants,” I mutter. “Can we say pot and kettle?” His brow arches. “Are you calling me a deviant?” “I would never,” I mock. He settles that wolfish gaze on me. “I have never claimed to be a saint.” “You’re enjoying this entire conversation!” He merely chuckles. “You deleted it though, right?” He opens his mouth to answer and then pauses. “Why? Do you want to watch it?” “No!”

“Does it bother you? Them, with other women?” “You know it doesn’t,” I answer honestly. “But you should have told me. I don’t like secrets any more than you do.” “Fair enough.” The doorbell rings then. “You’re going to be nice to them tonight, right?” “...

Oh my God. It dawns on me that every person sitting at this table has gone down on me at least once. Worse, I’ve been with every single person at this table in a sexual way, something none of them can claim.

“You doing some math in your head, Abbi?” Henry asks, feigning innocence. The bastard has already figured that out. “Nope.” I grab my glass of wine and chug half of it. And Connor and Ronan are left glancing back and forth curiously, not having caught on to the private joke.

“You good?” “Yeah.” His brow furrows. “I wasn’t sure how tonight would go, but it’s been fine. He’s not such an asshole.” He nods in Henry’s direction. I smile. “I should hope not. You climbed down a shaft for him.” “I didn’t do it for him,” he says softly. He sees Henry approaching, and gets up and heads out to join the others. Henry’s gaze sits on his back the entire way. “He’s made it impossible for me to hate him. I hate him for that.”

“Yes. I do want to,” I finally admit, accepting that I’m enjoying this thrill that’s coursing through my limbs. “But only if you’re there with me.” “Well good, because that’s the only way that’s ever going to happen.”

“She is so beautiful, is she not?” Margo purrs, her eyes like fingertips on me. Murmurs of assent come from either side of her, their eyes burning into my flesh. I’ve been with all of them before, I remind myself. They’ve all wanted me, I remind myself. They’ve all expressed that they still want me.

For some reason, I can’t bring myself to look at Ronan. Henry finally seizes my hips and pulls me onto the seat beside him. He settles his arm over my shoulder. “If anyone touches her in here, I will end you.”

He says something back to her in French that makes her throw back her head and laugh, a murmur of “oui” sliding from her lips. Ronan smirks as he watches her closely. “What did you say?” I ask Henry. He leans in to whisper in my ear, “She’s going to have her hands full of cock soon enough and to stay away from my pussy.”

“What are you afraid of?” she goads through another sip, her steady gaze matching his. “She is highly sexual. She adores you. She will never stray. Do not let your selfishness and jealousy get in the way of what you know she would enjoy.”

“What were they saying, Ronan?” I press, knowing he’ll tell me the truth. He twists his lips. “Margo was asking if you’ve enjoyed having two men at once, and Wolf told her not in the way she’s meaning. And she suggested letting me join you and him tonight,” he describes calmly.

“You have me no matter what.” His hand presses against my cheek, forcing me to turn to him, to meet his eyes. “Are you curious to know what that feels like?” A soft yes curls around my thoughts, but I bite my tongue. “I want... I want your mouth on me and your hands on me, and you inside me. And I don’t want anything to happen that will make you love me less, or make you not want me anymore.”

“You told him to come,” I whisper. “I gave him a choice,” Henry begins calmly. “I told him that he could either stay outside and help his friend satiate Margo, which will keep him busy all night, or he could come in here and watch me fuck you.” He glares intently at Ronan. “It was one or the other, and he had to choose.”

Ronan chose me over Margo?

What does Ronan really think is going to happen with a man like Henry here? I clear my throat against the rush of nerves. “What if I’m not okay with it?” “Then tell him to get the fuck out and he will. He knew that was a chance when he walked through that door.” Henry gives me a steely-eyed look. “But I think we all know that’s not what you want.”

“Why does this feel like a test?” “It’s not a test, Abbi.” He smirks, holding out his hand, beckoning me. “Unless you count me wanting to know if you’ll finally be honest with me as a test. Come here.” He seizes my hips and pulls me to him. “Are you warm enough?”

“I thought you said you’d never share me with anyone,” I whisper. So gently, he cups my face between his hands and presses a tender kiss against my lips. “I also said that I don’t ever want you to have regrets.” His blue eyes pierce me. “So this is the once for this. You agreed to Margo in France, and now I’m agreeing to Ronan here.”

“But I didn’t ask for it.” “You don’t have to ask. I know you, and I know what you like.” Henry’s hooded eyes drift behind me. “I wouldn’t be agreeing to this with anyone else. I trust you, and you trust him.”

“Something wrong, Lyle?” Henry asks, using his last name, his eyes never leaving mine. “Nothing. I just thought I was going to get a half-decent show,” Ronan mocks, though I can tell from the huskiness in his voice that he’s thoroughly aroused by every second of this. Henry clenches his teeth so hard, I hear a cracking sound. “I can still kick you out.” “Then you’d be unsatisfying your girlfriend on all accounts.” “You motherfucker.” Henry shakes his head but he’s grinning. It’s a wicked grin.

“You liked watching him come, didn’t you?” “Yes.” He smirks. “Finally, an honest answer without any hesitation.” I pepper his carved jawline with kisses. “You’re not mad, are you?” “No. I’m not mad.” He pauses, his blue eyes studying mine intently. “You have my mouth on you, my hands on you, and my cock in you, and I won’t love you any less. I promise you.”

me now if you don’t want to do this, and it won’t happen,” he says evenly. I turn to find Ronan standing behind me, his dark and intent eyes on mine, his hard length jutting out, aimed straight for me. “Please let me, Abbi,” Ronan whispers, his throat bobbing with his swallow. Oh my God. I’m speechless. Henry didn’t invite Ronan in here to just watch.

From beneath me, Henry’s lips trace my shoulder, leaving a trail of wetness. I turn to him, look questioningly. “I want to do this with you, just once. I want you to experience this. If you want to. If you’re nervous—” “I am. Nervous, I mean.” Henry hears what I don’t say: that I want to experience this with him, too. “You’re in good hands. We’ll go slow. And you can stop it at any time if you change your mind. Just say the word. Okay?”

“Do you trust me?” “Yes.” With my body, with my heart. With everything that I am. “Just focus on me. And don’t move your hips until we tell you to,” Henry whispers. “As much as you may want to.”

“Hold still for a bit, Red,” Ronan murmurs. “Once I’m in you, you can fuck him as hard as you want.”

My heart is racing, and my fists curl around the bedsheets tightly, but I keep my eyes locked on Henry’s and focus on his soft lips, kissing them over and over again, conveying how much I love him, despite the fact that Ronan’s hand is all over my ass.

Henry smiles. “I’m not worried, Abbi. I know how you feel about me. And I know how I feel about you.” God, to be so damn confident.

“She’s pretty fucking ready,” Ronan murmurs. From below me, Henry smirks. “I guess she really wants your dick in there.” I never thought I’d hear Henry joke like that. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” I whisper. Henry pauses. “The truth?” My stomach tightens. “Yes.” “I want to punch his teeth out. But it’s also making my cock as hard as a fucking steel pipe.” Behind us, Ronan chuckles. I can’t help my own smile. “Everything makes you hard.” “Everything to do with you makes me hard,” he corrects. “And he better hurry the fuck up, because I’m about to blow my load just sitting here inside you, waiting.”

begins rubbing my clit. “That’s it, Red,” Ronan murmurs. “Just keep thinking about how much we both want you. About how hard we both are for you. About how good it’s going to feel when both of us are coming in you.”

on either side of us to hold himself up. Ronan lays a gentle kiss against my shoulder. “Thank you for letting me have one last time with you, Red.” I twist my neck to meet his hooded eyes, so much tenderness and love in them right now. “That was.... I’ll never forget tonight.” “Me, neither.”

“Do you even have to ask?” I press my lips against his neck, tasting salt from his sweat. “Did you?” He doesn’t miss a beat. “Yes. Watching you come apart like that... it was incredible.” He pauses. “Are you going to ask me for—” “No.” I shake my head to emphasize my resolve. “Good, because I don’t ever want to share you like that again.”

“Every square inch of this body is mine and only mine from this day forward, you understand?” “Every square inch. Yours and only yours.” I run the tip of my tongue over the outside curve of his ear, and feel him shudder beneath me. “I love you more than you could possibly ever understand.” My body shifts as his chest heaves with a sigh. “Believe me, I understand it just fine.”

I’m staring out at the water as Henry slips my empty mug from my hand to refill it. I wait patiently, my hand out and ready to accept it back. Instead of a hot mug, though, I feel something slip over my finger. “Oh my God.” I stare down at my hand in dumbfounded shock, at his grandmother’s engagement ring. “Marry me,” Henry whispers.

“Marry me, Abbi,” he says again, evenly. “I... but... why?” I stammer. “Why?”

“Because I trust you like I’ve never trusted anyone else. Because you’re in my thoughts constantly. Because when I was stuck in that mine, getting back to you was the only thing I thought of. Because you know what things—even the most simple things like birthday cakes in a woodstove—will make me happy.”

“Ever since you stepped into my life, you’ve been in it, for every second of every day. Marry me, Abbi. Let me love you in every way I know how to.”

“Do you think I’d propose to you because I was caught up in it all?” “No.” Henry may act quickly, but he does it with clear purpose and smart decision-making. “I’ve been thinking about it for weeks. But I kept playing devil’s advocate, telling myself that I should wait and let things settle down. But if the last few days taught me anything, it’s that I’ve never been more sure of any decision in my life.”

“Be my wife, Abbi. Share my life, have my babies, let me make you moan every single night until we’re old and—” “Yes,” I whisper, the pearl and diamonds in the ring blurring beyond the tears now in my eyes. “Yes, of course I’ll marry you.”

Henry’s throat bobs with his hard swallow. “You know by now that I’m not a traditional man, but if you want me to get down on one knee—” “No. You’re not.” I smile up at him. “And you’re turning me into a very untraditional woman. But I prefer you just like this.”

He lifts my hand to kiss my knuckle, just below the ring. “It fits perfectly.” Almost as if it was made for me. “I know.” Henry smirks. “I slipped it on while you were sleeping one night to test it out, and then had it resized a touch smaller.” “You did not!” Now my eyes widen with surprise, earning his chuckle. “I told you. This isn’t a whim.”

“Don’t look at me like that, Abbi. You’ll drive me to bend you over and fuck you right here, standing in the cold. I don’t want to defile you like that five minutes after I’ve proposed.”

let my eyes drift over the dark blue waters below. “Will we be back this year?” His gaze follows mine. “I guess it depends on when the wedding is, and how fast we have to move on planning it. This is where you want it, right?” A fresh wave of tears blurs my visions. “Yes.” Of course he remembered. “Then this is where we’ll have it.”

Henry presses a kiss against my temple. “Remind her what this means for getting grandchildren. That should help sway her.” My chest swells. “She’ll drive us nuts, asking.” He chuckles. “And I’ll thoroughly enjoy the process of trying for them.” I watch Henry’s retreating back as he disappears into the cabin, wondering what those arms will look like cradling a baby in them. Our baby. Just the thought has my body priming itself for him.

“It’s a long story, but he’s not going back into that mine. He’s having it sealed off.” “Good. Well, we’re all just so happy that they were able to get them out of there in one piece. When are you coming home? And I hope you’ll bring Henry with you this time.” “You do?” I can’t keep the shock from my voice. “Now, Abigail, I know we got off to a rocky start, but the Reverend has been helping me see that there is good in him, beyond all those expensive suits and that murderous brother.”

“Yes. There’s definitely good in him.” And a lot of what she’d consider sinfully bad, that I love equally. I smile. My future husband. The father of my children. The indomitable Henry Wolf is mine. I bite my lip with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. “I’m really glad to hear you saying this, Mama. Because I have some exciting news.”