Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King novel Chapter 333

Chapter 333: Every Instinct Said I Love This Man

It was the third goddamn time she had woken up naked with a man in a location she didn’t remember going to. If unconscious compromising positions were a sport, she had the title, the sequels, and a trophy case that needed its own room.

The first thing she felt was the tingling sensation everywhere his skin met hers. Not the gentle kind. The kind that started at the contact point and traveled in both directions at once, lighting up nerve endings.

Arms were locked around her tightly, like he was afraid she might vanish. Both felt like live wires of spark where they held her. A chest was behind her that rose and fell in a rhythm so steady it could have been keeping time for the universe.

His heartbeat registered next. It was behind her and inside of her own chest because her heart was beating with his in tandem.

Her eyes opened to green water and steam.

Bright green. The aggressive, opinionated, look-at-me green of a man who had poured something into a tub and misjudged the ratio with the confidence of someone who had never drawn a bath in his life and was goddamn committed to the experiment.

The smell hit her sinuses next. Eucalyptus. Pine. Something floral underneath both that had no business being in the mix but had shown up anyway and was now screaming from every steam particle in the room.

It smelled like a spa had a threesome with a lumber yard and a funeral home. She kept that observation to herself because the arms around her belonged to a man who had clearly done this himself and the effort was entirely too adorable.

There was a matebond humming between them. She knew the sensation well at this point. But this one was different because it sat deeper. Underneath the sparks and the light and everything else, there was a frequency so low she almost missed it. It was woven into the structure of her somehow, threaded through the walls of whatever she was built from, and the realization that it had been there longer than she could account for settled in her chest with a weight that felt less like discovery and more like remembrance.

She didn’t understand it. The understanding would require memories she currently didn’t have, and the shelf where those memories should have been sitting was empty and collecting dust.

His arms tightened.

"Hey, Gwen, I’ve got you."

His voice was low and rough. The words landed and his mouth followed, pressing a kiss to the curve of her neck. Then her shoulder. Then the wet crown of her head. Each one was slow and unhurried, the kisses of a man who couldn’t stop and was making zero effort to try.

"You’re okay, baby."

It felt natural. Good, even. She liked it.

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