Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine novel Chapter 199

“Until I’m satisfied,” he replied.

She bit on her lip as she lowered her eyelids. She stared at the glass of wine in his hand. The lights in the room reflected on her face, and her lightly fluttering lashes made her look indescribably pleasant.

As if he could read her mind, he said, “You’re afraid that I’ll take advantage of you once you’re drunk? There are plenty of ways for me to get women. I don’t need to resort to such things. There are easily fifty females in my own pack who’d claw over each other for a chance to be with me. Besides, even if I were to do anything to you right here and now, nobody will bat an eyelid.”

Fair enough. Grace mocked herself for overanalyzing things.

She took the wine glass and gulped it down.

Bitterness and dry sweetness filled her throat as the wine flowed in.

She was not used to drinking wine. Years ago, she would only drink champagne whenever she needed to socialize for work. And in her pack, drinking wasn’t a common thing. Pleasure was found in communing with one’s wolf. She would shift and run for a ‘high’ she never looked to alcohol or drugs for that sort of thing.

Jason refilled Grace’s glass with more wine. She raised her head backward and downed the glass of wine again.

Just like that, she drank glass after glass as if the wine was medicine. She was just hoping that he would be satisfied.

As for him, a smile was plastered on his face as if watching her drink was such a joyful thing to watch.

Toward the end, Grace felt that her mind was in mess. She was having difficulty controlling her hands and feet. Even her voice began to stutter.

“Join me for a drink...” When her glass was once again filled to the brim with wine, she shakily presented the glass of wine in front of him with a bright smile.

Looking at her, he knew that she was now drunk.