Own Me (The Wolf Hotel, #5)(29)

“What next thing?”

“I don’t know, but there must be one. It’s been one fucking catastrophe after another since we met.”

He’s not wrong about that. Since the night a burly lumberjack collected me from the docks of Wolf Cove, my life has been turned upside down.

The muscle in his jaw ticks. “I wouldn’t blame you for wanting to be done with me.”

I’m not used to Henry being the insecure one. I hate it. I muster as much confidence as I can because that’s what he needs from me right now. “What am I going to find out about next? Your secret foot fetish?”

The hint of a smile creeps out. “Funny.”

“There’s no need to be ashamed.”

“Sorry to disappoint.”

“Okay, fine.” Humor seems to be working on his mood, at least. “If it’s not that, what else could there be …” I tap my chin in mock thought. “Wait, I know. Of course, it’s so obvious.” I pause for effect. “Porn.”

Henry’s eyes twinkle. “You think I’ve been in porn.”

“Honestly? I wouldn’t be that shocked.” Henry’s only hinted about his previous escapades but, given there doesn’t seem to be much he wouldn’t try at least once, it wouldn’t be the most shocking discovery. “What would it be called? Let me guess … The Wolf of Porn Street?”

His deep chuckle echoes around the shower stall.

“Too obvious, right? How about The Big Bad Wolf Gets Pegged by Little Red Riding Hood? No, that’s too long. How about Little Red Pegging Hood—ah!” I squeal as he spins me around, his foot sliding between mine to force my stance wider.

“Tell me, where did you learn about pegging?” he purrs, pressing his hard length against the crevice of my ass as he herds my body forward, out of the water stream.

“Can’t remember.” I fall back against his chest. I don’t dare tell him that Connor and Ronan enlightened me one drunken night in their attempts to make me blush. It worked.

He bows his head to graze his teeth against my earlobe “Why don’t I believe you?”

“Because …” My clever comeback fades on a gasp as Henry slides his hand between my legs. I shift to give him better access, which he eagerly takes, slipping two fingers deep inside me as his thumb works against my clit. He fills his other hand with my breast, stroking my pebbled nipple with the soft pad of his thumb.

I close my eyes and revel in his undivided attention, but it doesn’t last long before he releases me, coaxing my body forward with a hand pressed against my shoulder blades, forcing me to brace my palms against the tile wall ahead.

I steal a glance over my shoulder to watch Henry stroke his rigid cock several times. “Keep doing that.”

“No.” Our eyes meet, and heat floods my core when I see his blazing. This isn’t going to be gentle and that’s fine. I don’t want it to be.

I arch my back, taunting him.

With a curse, he lines up the head of his swollen cock and seizes my hips, his fingertips digging into my flesh almost to the point of pain.

I cry out as he thrusts deep into me.





“Did Raj help you get everything set up for next weekend?” Henry’s gravelly voice cuts into my focus.

I set my book on my nightstand and track him on his path from our en suite bathroom to his side of the bed, the cotton of his boxer briefs hugging his form. A more physically pleasing man can’t possibly exist. “Yes. He’s been a huge help.”

The moment I mentioned hosting Henry’s friends here, Raj’s eyes lit up. “Finally! Something more interesting than dry cleaning and grocery runs,” he’d said and fetched his phone. Within an hour, Sasha, with her thick-framed black glasses and clicky heels, was strolling into the penthouse with a clipboard to size up what she had to work with for the perfect Gothic-themed party. My only contribution to the planning so far.

“I knew he would be.” The mattress sinks under Henry’s weight. “Make sure you tell them everything has to be wrapped up before midnight.”

“And where are we going at midnight?” Henry said the guys fly in every year for this annual event, but he hasn’t said anything else.

“We won’t know until about an hour before when they text the ticket holders. The location changes every year.”

“Why so secretive?”

“Because it’s a secret party. Everyone wears a mask with their costume and no one knows who attends.”

My jaw hangs open. “Henry Wolf wears a Halloween costume?”

“For this party, which also happens to be on Halloween, yes.” A roguish smile curves his lips.

“What should we go as? Wait! I know! I’ll be Little Red Riding Hood and you can be—”

“No.” He settles onto his back. “Merrick’s taking care of the costumes for us.”

“What? Why?”

“Because it’s a themed event and the organizers are particular about the quality of costumes people arrive in. Something cheap or half-assed gets you disinvited the following year. That’s why Merrick arranges them. He always delivers.”

“But he doesn’t know my size.” Or me, for that matter.

“I told him everything he needed to know.”