All Chapters of SAVAGE PASSION: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Elias took the drink, but couldn’t stop laughing. “Fireplace!!! I get a FIREPLACE!!!” Daniel dropped to the leather chair and shouted, “SHUT UP!” A sobriety overcame them that had nothing to do with alcohol, and Elias felt a pull inside his chest. “It’s been good having you as a roommate.” Daniel nodded. “You too. You sure you want to do this?” Elias’s eyes dropped to his glass, another thing they’d gotten together. “I’m happy for you. But it’s kinda fucked up that things have to change that I never thought would.” He glanced up with the raw face men make when they’re uncomfortable with a tender subject. “You know?” Daniel’s voice lowered and he looked out toward the skyline, their balcony view. “Yeah. Life surprised us both this time, didn’t it?” Clearing his throat, he blinked and asked, “When do you want to do it?” “Since we’re turning into girls, as soon as possible so I don’t have to see that mopey face anymore.” Daniel chuckled. “Tomorrow night. I’ll stay the

As Rihanna stared at the closed bedroom door, stunned, she could feel her body whirring with pleasure at having seen one of the biggest cocks of her life, on the sexiest body ever. His curly pubic hair was surprisingly dark auburn and his chest had a healthy amount of the same colored soft hair. He was beefy and packed with muscle and when he’d turned around covering himself, his pecs were fantastic, clenching with his biceps and forearms. The shock on his face, it was fucking adorable. Thank God I was able to hide my reaction, she thought as the secret place between her thighs still throbbed. She began to pace. The speech he’d given her had turned her on as it was, the way the fire of his anger and self-preservation darkened his warm brown eyes. She’d felt stunned by his masculinity as he leaned forward and directed all that heat at her. She wished the attorneys in the courts would argue their points like he just had. Despite her attraction to him, she’d asked him for a drink j

Elias knocked louder on the door. It was only two in the morning. It’s not like it was late. “Why’d I give him my fucking keys?” he muttered under his breath. Footsteps from inside. The door opened with Daniel standing there, his hair pointing in all directions and his green eyes hazy from sleep. “Hey. Come in.” Like he was still in dreamland, he turned and padded naked into the hall. “Hi Elias!” Alessandra’s groggy voice called from the bedroom. “Hey Alessandra,” Elias called back, feeling like a dick as he locked the front door. “I won’t keep him too long.” “It’s totally fine.” The sentence faded like she was disappearing down a cave. “I found your phone,” he called to her. She didn’t answer. When Rihanna left, he’d sat down on the couch trying to figure out what to do. She’d called him out and had seen his wolf, and that had never happened before. It took everything he had to let those elevator doors close. He couldn’t tell her what he was. He couldn’t make that choice

Fifteen minutes later they were hugging at Outbacks Sandwich Shop near the carved wood sign that read, Good Vibes, Great Sandwiches above a sweet store motto that ended with, We’re not just in your neighborhood, we’re your neighborhood sandwich shop. The place was small, and quaint and had some of the best lunch yummies for Rihanna’s money. The two friends ordered quickly and claimed one of the few tables they had. "You first!" Alessandra said, drinking a strawberry smoothie. Rihanna launched into the story of how she’d told them off, not missing a single detail. Being a litigator, she knew how to get her audience to feel what she wanted them to feel, but with Michelle caring about her as much as she did, it was even easier, and she got all the right squeals and shocked cries at all the right times. In the end, Alessandra took a bite of her meatball sandwich and said with concern, "But you've worked so hard for that. What are you going to do now?” Rihanna sighed and picked up

Elias stared at the phone waiting for Rihanna to reply. The T.V. was on TNT and a repeat of Supernatural had been amusing him to no end. Until now. "You’re not going to even answer my text?" he muttered, his hand on the soft cotton of his t-shirt. He meant to sleep in that day since it was the weekend and their firm was closed. A wolf's hours are in the night, and day-sleeping was natural. He and his packmates indulged themselves at least twice a week, and today was supposed to be one of those days, but he'd dreamed of Rihanna all night and woke with a hard-on that wouldn't quit. He wouldn't let himself fantasize about her because it would only feed the beast. He’d stupidly thought texting was a good idea since he had to tell her about Diana in case she called. But he realized with each passing second he waited for a reply that it was the worst thing he could have done. The obsession he’d abated was now in full swing. Jumping off the couch, he paced around Alessandra's old apart