I Wed the Ruthless Alpha, and Now His Wolf Kneels to Me novel · Chapter 7 of 24

Chapter 7: Petroc's POV

Petroc's POV

The hoist house was the only room on the Crown where I had ever been alone.

It stood over the shaft collar, a tall tin building full of cold iron.

The big cable drum filled one wall, and the brass-handled levers ran along the other.

I came up at five in the morning with a flashlight because I could not sleep.

I found her already sitting on the control desk with her boots swinging.

"Solange said you come here," Marja said.

"Solange talks," I said.

"She said you used to run the hoist at fifteen, when your father had a bad week."

"I did."

She patted the desk beside her, and I crossed the cold floor and did not sit.

I stood in front of her instead, between her knees, and she wound her hands in the front of my coat.

My wolf was quiet.

It was always quiet now, when she touched me, and I had stopped trying to understand it.

I had been Cap'n nine years, and in nine years my wolf had never been anything but loud.

"You didn't come to talk," I said.

"No."

I kissed her.

She tasted of coffee and cardamom, and her mouth opened for me at once.

I put both hands on her face and kissed her harder.

She made a small sound in her throat that ran straight down my spine.

I had been with women.

Not many, and none of them for long.

I had learned young that a man who is afraid of his own temper does not stay.

None had made that sound.

None had pulled me closer with their hands in my hair and said my name as an invitation.

"Petroc."

"Say it again," I said.

"Petroc. Take my coat off."

I took her coat off.

I undid the buttons of her flannel shirt, one at a time, and pushed it off her shoulders.

The cold air raised the skin on her arms.

She wore no bra.

I put my mouth on her breast, and she arched against me with a gasp.

Her fingers tightened in my hair.

"Cold," she said.

"I'll warm you."

I sucked her nipple until it was tight and dark, then did the other.

She was warm and soft and smelled of her bread, and her skin tasted of salt.

I unbuttoned her jeans, and she lifted her hips so I could pull them off her with her boots.

She sat on the iron control desk in the gray light with her legs spread, and I looked at her.

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