Wolf Prey (Wolf Cove Book 3)

by Nina West

  Reaching down, I coil my fingers through his, pulling his hand away. And then I stretch my thighs farther apart for her.

  A sigh sails from her lips to my skin and when she leans forward, when her tongue slides over my clit for the first time, I cry out.

  “Fuck,” Henry growls, his hands tensing over my thighs as he watches Margo’s tongue slide back and forth.

  It feels strangely different than when Henry is going down on me. Margo’s tongue is smaller, her lips are softer, her skin is smoother. But, it’s no less intense. Almost too intense.

  “Watch her,” Henry whispers.

  “I am,” I gasp, catching her green eyes as they glance up at me, the flat of her tongue pressing against my clit. She murmurs in French against me and Henry wraps his arms around the backs of my thighs to lift my legs up and farther apart. I lean back against his chest and close my eyes as the base of my spine begins to tingle, her tongue relentless in its swirls and curls.

  “I’m going to come,” I moan.

  “And I’m going to fucking explode if I don’t get inside you soon,” he pants against my ear.

  Margo’s fingertips dig into my thighs, but it’s easy to ignore the sharpness as heat floods downward between my legs.

  Henry’s hand grasps the back of her head, fisting her hair as he presses her mouth against me. It only seems to excite her, her tongue pushing deep inside me, just in time for my muscles to begin to spasm.

  My cries echo off the cavernous walls around us as I buck against her.

  No sooner have I stopped than Henry is lifting me off the wall and into the whirlpool. Pushing my legs apart and my back down to lean against the divide, bracing myself with my palms, his rigid cock is inside me in less than five seconds. His hands grip my hips roughly as he thrusts into me from behind.

  Margo simply watches us for a moment, her eyes hooded and full of lust. And then she blows me a kiss and swims away, disappearing around the bend.

  Henry comes moments later, his deep groans trumping the jets, his legs trembling from exertion against me. The pulsing seems to go on forever before it subsides and he pulls me up to a standing position, his arms roping around my chest, his heart pounding against my back. “Thank you,” he whispers through pants.

  “For letting her go down on me?” I can’t believe I just did that.

  And I enjoyed it.

  He rests his forehead against my temple. “No. For trusting me so completely.”

  I turn to face him, to peer up in his eyes, my emotions suddenly getting the better of me. “I love you, Henry.”

  He heaves a sigh and somehow I feel like I’ve said the wrong thing.

  I avert my gaze but he’s quickly pulling my chin up to face him again. “Don’t. I may not be ready to use those words yet but know I feel it, too.” His hand brushes back wet strands of hair from my forehead. “You are everything to me. Christ, Abbi. You should have figured that out by now. Do you think I’d fly across the country for a night for just anyone? Do you know how much I dread putting you back on a plane at the end of this trip? How much I dread not seeing you for another three weeks. Probably longer? I hate it.” His sigh skates over my face. “This is the first time in my life that I have all the fucking money in the world and I can’t have the one thing I want.”

  My heart hammers in my chest with his words. I slide my hands over his chest, my thumbs stalling over his nipples, pebbled from the cold. “You have me. I’m yours.”

  “Not how I want you though.”

  “How do you want me?” I ask tentatively. He’s finally opening up to me, but I don’t want to scare him.

  His lips twist. He’s hesitating. “With me when I go to bed at night and when I wake up. When I’m stressed and I need to talk.” The corner of his mouth curls. “Or not talk.”

  “Soon. I can be that soon.”

  “I don’t like missing people. It’s been a long time since I’ve missed anyone.”

  “It won’t be forever, I promise.” I stretch onto my tiptoes to kiss him deeply.

  Laughter carries from the other side of the grotto.

  I peer over my shoulder to make sure we’re not being watched. “I guess the others are here now?”

  “Perfect timing. Margo’s going to need to get off after that.”

  “I think I want to go back to our room.” I’ve had all the group excitement I can take.

  “Good idea.” Henry pulls me down until the water covers my shoulders. “I’ll go and get our robes.”

  “Oh, so now you don’t want me on display,” I tease, sighing as I feel his hands cup my breasts.

  “Not for those assholes. No fucking way.”

  “But women are okay?”

  “Margo’s different. I trust her and I understand her. It’s hard to explain.”

  “I think I know what you mean.” It’s how I trust Ronan. Not that I’m going to mention him right now.

  I watch Henry climb out of the whirlpool, the muscles in his legs and ass still extra taut from his recent exertion.

  And accept that I will do whatever it takes to keep him happy with me forever.

  Because it finally feels like Henry is mine.

  Chapter Nineteen

  “Shower with me?” My skin reeks of chlorine.

  “Yeah, just a minute.” Henry frowns at his phone.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Scott called me three times in the last hour. He never calls me.”

  I stifle my groan—if there is only one person I hate in the world, it’s Henry’s brother—as Henry puts his phone to his ear.

  “Yeah, what?” Henry doesn’t waste time with pleasantries. He hates his brother as much as I do.

  I watch, as Henry’s scowl slips away and his face pales. “When? No....” He turns his back to me, to face the French doors and the rolling hills beyond. “France... yeah... yeah.... No... You didn’t call her, did you?” After a long moment. “I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

  He hangs up.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “My dad had a heart attack.”

  “Oh no. Is he okay?” I know William Wolf isn’t in the best of health, with terminal cancer. But to have this happen on top of all that?

  “No.” Henry tosses his phone to a table. “I have to fly back to start making funeral arrangements.”

  Oh my God.

  I don’t know what to do or say except, “I’m so sorry.” I march straight for him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. At first he doesn’t make a move to meet the affection, but slowly, I feel his arms coil around my waist and his face bury into the crook of my neck, and soon his arms are squeezing so tight that it borderline hurts. But I just squeeze him against me tighter.

  “He’s all I had left,” he whispers hoarsely.

  I remember our roles being reversed, when my dad was knocking on death’s door and Henry swooped in to take care of me. While I can’t do anything to save the day, I can at least take care of him. “Why don’t you grab a shower and get dressed. I’m going to phone Miles and have him make arrangements for your jet. I’ll let Margo know that we’re leaving. And I’m coming to New York to help you sort through this.”

  “You have your family to take care—”

  “They’ll figure it out. I’m going with you and don’t you dare arg—”

  “Okay.” He shifts to rest his forehead against mine, his eyes shut. “I’m not going to argue with you, Abbi. I need you.”

  My heart swells. “Then I’ll be here.”

  ~ ~ ~

  I roll both of our suitcases into the hallway. Margo said she’d have someone come and get them for us so we don’t have to lug them down four flights of stairs. The one unavoidable problem of a chateau built in the 1400s is no elevators and no good solution for putting them in.

  “Abigail?”

  My breath catches with the sound of my name on her tongue. A tongue that brought me to orgasm only hours ago. Does she regret doing that? Do I regret allowing i
t? “Yes?” It takes me a moment to collect my nerve and look to her, my cheeks flushing.

  I see nothing but concern in her eyes as she wanders into our room. “Your car is waiting downstairs.”

  “Thank you.” I glance over to the balcony, where Henry stands, talking to someone. He’s been on the phone most of the time since we found out. “I’m sorry to be leaving so abruptly—”

  “Non!” Her hands rise in surrender as she approaches me. “Do not apologize for anything at all. I am so sorry that Henry must face this now. I remember when my father passed. It was heartbreaking for me.”

  “Yeah, I think he’s pretty upset.” He just doesn’t know how to show it.

  Henry comes in. “The car’s here?”

  “Oui. He is waiting outside.”

  He nods, his gaze drifting from Margo to me, and then back again. “We didn’t really get to talk much business.”

  “Another time.” She smiles a beautiful smile as she glides toward him. She cups his jaw in an affectionate way, murmuring something in French.

  He responds in kind. She leans forward and kisses his cheek. Just one cheek, not in the French way, in a friendly but intimate way. Oddly enough, I don’t find myself spiking with jealousy as I once did.

  No, I don’t regret allowing that to happen. It has bonded the three of us.

  She leaves him to come back to me, the fingers of one hand running through my hair, pushing the loose strands off my face, while the other one clasps my hands. “I know you will take good care of him.” I get only a second’s warning as her green eyes dip to my mouth, before she leans in to press her lips against mine in an unhurried kiss.

  Releasing my hands, she strolls toward the door. Her eyes graze over the table, where I left the Farm Girl branding mock-ups. “These are for me?” she asks, lifting the note that says as much.

  “You mentioned that you might like to try them.” Was she just being polite?

  She lifts the fuchsia-colored bar to her nose. “Mmm... rose and sandalwood?”

  “Yeah. That’s one of my favorites.”

  She closes her eyes with her sigh. “It smells like you.”

  Again, I blush, because Margo more than anyone except Henry would be familiar with what soap I’m using. “I hope you enjoy them.”

  “Merci. I will cherish them.” She collects them all within her grasp. “Until we meet again.” She disappears down the hall.

  “That was smart of you, to give her samples. She has a lot of connections in the beauty industry. If anyone can help you sell your brand, it’s her.”

  I grab my purse. “Let’s worry about getting to New York right now.”

  “Abbi.” He strolls over to me, his hands coiling gently around the base of my neck. “I just want you to know....” He hesitates. “You are everything that has been missing from my life. These next few days, with my brother and the media and other people... they aren’t going to be easy. You don’t have to put yourself through this for me.”

  I stretch to my tiptoes to press my lips against his. “You are everything I didn’t know was missing from my life, and I am not going anywhere, so shut up and let’s go.”

  He heaves a sigh of relief.

  I follow him out, wondering exactly what New York has in store for us this time around.

  Whatever it is, I can handle it.

  As long as I’m with Henry.

  Continue on with Henry and Abbi as they face Henry’s tumultuous world together in:

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  Nina West lives in the city but spends her summers in the wilderness with her husband. She loves having a steaming cup of cocoa in one hand and a steamy story in the other.

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