Epilogue

WHITLEY WHITT

Howl you doin ?

Me:

Meet me in the kitchen wink emoji mouth emoji kiss emoji

I tap send and nibble at my cupcake, waiting on Connor to join me.

Ever since the last of the guests made their departures, Vlad and Aubrey have begun some sort of weird mating ritual, and with super hearing, it’s hard to block out the noise.

I can sometimes even hear her shouted moans all the way in the kitchen, she’s that loud.

The bigger issue is that it’s been making me horny all day. I don’t know if Connor has some special way to tune it all out that I don’t know about, but we’re heading to the lake if I have anything to say about it.

Stat.

If this vagina could speak, it would be humming the JG Wentworth jingle, except “I need the dick, and I need it right now.”

I lick the icing from my lips. The moment the sugar hits my bloodstream, my pulse races and my nipples harden. I wish Connor would hurry up now that the sugar-charged energy has my skin tingling, and I toss my phone to the counter when I hear his footsteps tumbling down the stairs of the servants’ entrance to the kitchen. A little thrill goes up my spine in anticipation.

I bite my lip and pose, holding the tray of cupcakes just so.

The tiny black apron shields most of my lady bits, but my boobs look great in it, and the fabric falls just to the triangle of my thighs, leaving my hips on display.

I can’t wait to see Connor’s reaction to me wearing it.

The castle is shut down for renovations and everyone has been told to exit. The employees have been given a few weeks of paid leave, the carpenters won’t arrive until tomorrow, and we have the night to be ourselves, alone. Come at me, wolf boy.

The fireplace swivels and Connor emerges from it, half undressed, wearing his boxers and an open dress shirt.

I laugh. “You didn’t make it into your pants?”

“No, I was just about to come find you when I got your—damn. Howl you doin’?”

“Pretty good.” My cheeks heat a bit and arousal floods me at the sight of his abs on display and the little happy trail leading to his groin.

“That’s a very pretty dress you’re wearing.” His gaze trails my apron-covered body, and he starts to shrug out of his shirt.

I preen under his heated stare, then cock a hip and my brow. “Want a cupcake?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” he murmurs.

I toss one to him, and he catches it easily before shoving it into his mouth. He seductively licks at his palm while giving me another once-over with his lust-filled gaze, letting me know my pussy will be next.

He blinks pointedly, then yellow eyes peer back at me and my pulse races with excitement as I turn to run, knowing as soon as he puts hands on me, I’ll be putty.

“Catch me if you can,” I call out behind me.

Scrambling for the door, I’m giddy with the anticipation of him fucking me six ways to Sunday once he gets ahold of me, and I am going to enjoy every second of it.

Chased in the woods by the Big Bad Wolf. What a lucky girl am I?!

The End.