Ryan
The second the bathroom door clicked shut, the room felt silent, too silent, and the unspoken tension remained in the air.
I stood in my spot for many moments, hands curled into fists at my sides, trying to steady the surge of heat and shock tightening in my chest.
Vanessa’s request took me by total surprise. Not because it was inappropriate – far from it – but because she had asked at all.
We hadn’t spoken about s****l intimacy yet. It was a conversation I assumed hadn’t surfaced because she was satisfied with the little intimate moments we stole, despite the situations we seemed to find ourselves in for the longest time.
And I hadn’t brought it up either.
But that was mainly because, with my wolf, we’d be treading risky grounds. If I lost control and he bit her the way he had
