Page 51 of Wolf's Vow

“I can see you, Rowen. Remember?”

Goddess. I’d forgotten. My hand moved automatically to tilt the phone away, but his voice stopped me.

“Don’t,” he said. “Don’t hide from me.”

I froze. Not because I was scared. Because I wanted to obey.

His tone softened. “Just tell me. What are you wearing under the blanket?”

I hesitated. He waited. Of course, he waited.

“Tank top,” I said finally. “As you can see, and underwear.”

His voice dropped an octave. “You’re lying.”

It was my turn to smirk. “Am I?”

Another beat. When he spoke, his voice was coarser. “Take the blanket off.”

I didn’t move. But he saw the shift in my eyes.

“You think I can’t feel you?” he murmured. “Miles away, and I know you’re flushed. I can hear it in your breathing.”

I hated how observant he was. The bond flared, not burning—burning up.

“You started this,” I whispered.

“I’ll finish it,” he promised.

“Not like this.”

His breath caught—just a little. “When you come back.”

Not a command. Not even a question. Just that low, rough truth that undid me every time.

“Yes.” My voice was a whisper.

The bond flared with approval.

“Lift the blanket, princess.”

I closed my eyes, my tongue wetting my bottom lip as I considered it. Then, keeping my eyes closed, I pushed the blanket aside, hearing his breath catch.

“Good girl,” he praised, causing my thighs to clench. “Open your eyes,” he commanded, his voice soft and sexy, sending shivers down my spine.

I stared into his eyes, the bond practically vibrating between us.

“Go to sleep, Rowen,” Wolfe said as he gave me a half smile. “I’ll see you soon.”

The screen went dark, and it took me a long time to fall asleep after.

Chapter 13

Wolfe

I hadn’t slept.

Not really.