Stepping out of the bakery, and picking up Henrik’s clothes to find the keys to the truck, Violet took a glance towards the clinic, and the house behind it. Everything about her home looked the same. It should still be closed up with magic.
Should she... go inside? Take a look around? Use the phone? Or—
“You comin’, hunny?”
“Of course,” Violet said, smiling at Ansa.
Tomorrow. She would head over tomorrow.
After she found out the losses... and shared them with Henrik.
Chapter 17
“Youdon’thavetoget up,” Violet whispered, her throat feeling raw. In fact, everything about her body felt raw. She had spent most of the night wrapped up with Henrik, crying her eyes and her heart out. She felt hollow and empty, and all she longed for was the warmth of her mate.
“Can’t stay in bed forever, Little Witch,” Henrik said with a long sigh as he changed out of his sleep pants into jeans. His eyes were bloodshot as well, and his shoulders hung heavy. “We’ve been away for too long. The pack is weak. The lines show that much. I don’t think Cole even realizes how bad it is, cause he’s been in the thick of it for so long. I gotta get out there and help them.”
“Helping Cole to build a house is how you strengthen the pack?” Violet questioned as she shifted onto her knees, still in bed. “Babe, it sounds more like you’re just looking for a way to... feel useful.”
Henrik looked at her, a smirk curling over his lips. “Mmm, I do like when you call me that.”
“What, babe?” she asked with an arched brow. “I always called you my wolf and my mate, but you look like a babe right now, with your butt lookin’ so good in them jeans.”
“I like it when you curve your words like that too,” he teased as he reached for a clean shirt. “Startin’ to sound more like yourself.”
“Shut up.” Her eyes rolled as she climbed out of the bed, and walked around towards him. She had to wait until his t-shirt was fully on his body before she wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head on his chest. “You’re my wolf babe.”
“Mmm, don’t like that one as much,” Henrik laughed.
Violet looked up at him, still smiling, and stared into his eyes. He was so beautiful, particularly up close, and all hers. He radiated such goodness, such kindness, such a giving spirit...
And here she was, still wanting to pull away, to run.
She wanted to hide in bed all day and not move, cry more, rather than tackling the town, head on. Like... she needed to find Ariana and Scarlett and apologize for the day before. They were new, and human. They couldn’t know what they didn’t know.
And Silvestre... and Rodolphe...
And anyone else still alive.
And her mother’s house. She needed to go in there as well.
“Don’t spend the day in bed,” he told her, his brow furrowing slightly.
“Yes, sir,” she retorted, rolling her eyes.
Henrik’s hands grabbed her ass, and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist while shrieking, startled by the sudden change in height. What the fuck was he doing, and why was he risking touching bare skin? Yes, she was wearing a sweatshirt and leggings, but there was still a chance.
“Now that I like the sound of,” Henrik growled, his voice low and deep. Violet shivered, and tried to rock her body against his.
Was this it? Were they going to attempt, again, whatever their little intimate bumping grinding was? Because fuck, she needed to get off.
“Are you going to make me?” she breathed out, running her hands up and down his covered back. “Are you going to make me call you sir?”
Henrik buried his face between her breasts while hiking her up higher, the thickness of the fabric doing nothing to hide the warmth of his breath. “Oh, the things I would do to that mouth if I could.”
She whimpered at the thought, wanting it so badly she ached. What would he do to her? Would he use her mouth first, or her hands, or her cunt? Would he worship her? Would she worship him? What would she even do? Oh, she would definitely be a brat, and he would have to tame her. Fuck, she wanted him so fucking badly—
“I have to go,” Henrik groaned, and half tossed her down onto the bed, leaving Violet to whimper and whine. “You smell so fuckin’ good, I’m about to rip your panties off you and suck them clean.”