The Mighty She-wolf of King novel Chapter 18

If he thought he was suffering now, he felt like he was going to die the moment she opened that office door.

The room was filled with her sent, villain, coffee, and woodsy. She spent a lot of time in this room and no one else. He could smell a little of her brother but no other man had touched this room. Did that mean his mate was still pure? Just for him.

Goddess I need help, he thought.

The moment the room was revealed, he gasped. It wasn't that of a mess but it wasn't an office, it was a bedroom.

Her closet was wide open, bra's hanging on the knob of the closet door. A wet towel, on the floor, as if she stood there and let the towel make a pool around her feet and walked away from it, leaving it there as if it never was.

Her desk was by the closet, filled with papers and books. An oak bookshelf stood beside the desk, covered to the rim. She had so many books that there were stacks of them all around the room.

"Your room?"

"Yea, well I hardly use it as such," she said walking into the room. "Have a seat," she commanded.

Eric felt his wolf paw in the back of his skull to be let out. He didn't like her commanding him. He wanted her on her knee and giving herself to him. He wanted to give her pups. His pups.

Eric held his wolf in place, trying to find a place to sit he couldn't bring himself to sit anywhere. Her scent was everywhere and all he wanted to do was rub his nose on everything. He wanted to rub his own body on everything she owned so every man in the world knew she was his. He wanted the world to know that she was his, he was hers and his wolf agreed.

"They are here... somewhere," she muttered. Eric turned his head to find her bent down, ass in the air, in the closet. Goddess, help him. He licked his lips, biting his bottom lip. "Here it is," she cheerfully said pulling out a brown box that said 'Open and I Kill You!' "I have to say," she smiled, "I'm so happy I can be able to get rid of this. I was afraid Ross would find it."

She walked the box passed him and placed it on the bed. She then began to open the box and stepped away. "Take a look. There's nothing that can bite. Well, I don't think so."

Eric did as she asked and he found enough inside to make him believe that if he wasn't innocent be would be blushing.

Handcuffs, butt plugs, whips, vibrators, dildos and more. He was out of breath just looking at all of it.

"There are magazines on bondage in there," she began to say. She was even about to reach into the box to grab it but Eric stopped her.

"That's alright," he tried to say.

"Was it a little too much? Maybe I shouldn't have brought it out," she frowned.

He nodded without saying a word.

Taking her one hand, she brushed her cold fingertips against the skin of his chest making him hiss. She glanced up meeting his eyes in a heated gaze.

She then took her attention back to his chest, lightly taking her fingers and have them trail down the middle of his packs. His body stiffen.

He was so warm compared to her. Hot almost. She liked it. His warmth was nice to her, made her calm, even soothed her in a way.

Taking a step closer, she brushed both her hands under his shirt from his stomach and tracing up his torso. Her thumbs brushing pass his hard dark nipples. Her hands found themselves on his shoulders and to his shoulder blades, removing his shirt.

Beautiful, she thought, looking up to meet his gaze once more.

Blake held her breath. The look in the King's eyes were the eyes of a man in lust. She knew this because her father had the same look when he looked towards her mother. And it was a look many mated men gave to their females.

The King's eyes were low in a heated gaze. His brown eyes turned golden, revealing that his wolf was slowly creeping out, ready to make a hunt.