“Wolf.” I lean down and rub my cheek on his bare thigh. “Do you know what I would like right now?” He sifts his fingers through my hair. Not tugging. Not guiding. Just touching me as if the very contact soothes him. “What?” “I want to take care of you.” He tenses against me so I press a kiss to his thigh. “Will you let me do that?” “I thought you were going to tell me to fuck your mouth.” He gives a low, strained laugh. “Quite the twist there, love.”
