“Masen, I—”

He squeezes me tighter. “Shh,” he cuts in, “You are enough, will always be enough. You satisfying me sexually isn’t even a question.” His voice drops low like even thinking about it has him needy. “I love being inside you, love licking you. The way you taste makes me crazy, and the way you smell, I get hard even being in the same room. You are so beautiful, baby. The way your big, amber eyes light up when you see me or darken with need when you look at me,” he rasps as he nuzzles my breasts. His hands that were giving comforting caresses are now heated strokes. I don’t think he even realizes it. Masen’s knees bracket my feet, his big body touches mine from toe to neck. The borrowed shirt I wear and his low-hanging, gray pants are the only things separating our skin.

I reach under his arms and try to tug him to stand. “Masen, get up.” He stands, never losing contact with my body. He lifts me and drops his face to my neck inhaling my scent and finding his mark. His nose rubs back and forth a few times before I feel the tip of his tongue caress over my scarring skin. I wrap my legs around him and sigh in contentment. Masen walks us back to the bed and sits down with me now straddling him. I feel his erection between my legs, but he ignores it. Instead, he holds me. Letting us both take comfort from each other. “Masen?” He hums in answer. “Masen, I have something to tell you.”

“Yeah, baby?” he asks as he lifts his devastating eyes to mine. They’re soft and kind. No evidence of our argument muddies them.

I squeeze my eyes closed before coming clean. “I looked through your phone after I hung up. I opened your text conversations. I saw a chat with Michael but didn’t read much. When I saw her name, I opened it with the intention of reading it,” I spout quickly before losing my nerve. I open my eyes slowly not wanting to see the disappointment after we’ve both just been through the wringer.

One brow arches while the other eye squints. “So.” He shrugs. “I don’t care. Were you worried I would be?” he asks, confused.

My body sags in relief. “Yes, I was worried,” I answer. “There a few more things I’d like to talk about now that neither of us are angry. That okay?” He nods, looking a little skeptical. “How do you think she knew about you being upset last night?”

I can read the confusion on his face. “I’m not sure, but she must have overheard one or all three of them talking.”

“But when would she have overheard them?” I ask. I’m being paranoid, I know I am, but what if she has cameras in here or some crazy shit.

“On Fridays and Saturdays, a lot of the pack goes to the meeting hall. There’s usually a band at the bar in the back. That way if things get rowdy we can handle it here, no humans get hurt and no police get involved. We even have karaoke on Wednesdays.” He laughs a little but sounds proud. I can tell Masen takes pride in his pack, he seems very generous. I don’t know if any of the other packs have all the advantages he provides. There’s so much I need to learn, but first, I want to see what he’s created, see him interact with his pack.