Chapter 52: Assertive Wife**

Chapter 52: Chapter 52: Assertive Wife**

After Michael had finished with his tasks, he returned to the room Emma had paid for him and Grolm to spend the night. He took a quick bath, changed clothes, then moved over to the edge of the bed and sat down, leaning forward with his elbows resting loosely on his knees.

Across the room, Grolm slept on an oversized mat spread across the floor. The big man had taken one look at the standard beds earlier and simply shaken his head. Any mattress he tried would have collapsed beneath him within minutes, and the frame would have been smaller than his shoulders anyway.

Michael’s gaze lingered on his companion, whose deep, rolling snores filled the small room like distant thunder, before he turned his attention back to the door.

After assigning the missions, he had spent another hour or two walking around the camp, asking quiet questions and listening more than he spoke. From everything he had learned, he had managed to piece together a clearer picture of the tower’s entry conditions.

According to the people who had already been here for several days, entry into the tower was strictly timed. That was why the line never seemed to move.

The window for today had already closed, which meant until the next opening, no one was getting through the gate.

Michael leaned back, bracing his weight on his hands, and let out a long breath. "Well... it isn’t like there’s any rush."

If he were being honest, the delay actually helped. It gave him time to settle his thoughts and, more importantly, check the status panels of the people under him. He couldn’t open Grolm’s panel since he wasn’t a woman, but he could at least learn more about Raven and Emma’s skills and current abilities.

Besides, he still needed to visit Chloe later.

Michael felt a small twist of guilt in his chest. He had agreed to meet her, after all, only to end up leaving her hanging. But he couldn’t exactly abandon the team he was responsible for—or Raven, who was already his woman—just to chase after a milf.

And from the little he had seen of Chloe so far, showing up this late would almost certainly end with the two of them in bed.

Michael straightened and was about to call up the system when a soft knock sounded at the door.

He raised an eyebrow. "Who is it?"

No answer.

Michael’s gaze lingered on the door for a moment before he stood and crossed the short distance. He opened it, leaning one hand casually against the top of the frame.

The moment he saw who was standing there, he nearly sighed.

Raven looked up at him, her lower lip caught between her teeth in a pout. She wore an oversized white polo that hung loosely around her frame, one shoulder already slipping down her arm.

The thin fabric did almost nothing to hide the perky, hard points of her nipples. When the hallway light hit her just right, the narrow curve of her waist showed clearly.

Michael tilted his head. "What?"

Raven answered without a word.

She reached up, grabbed his collar, and pulled him down into a kiss.

Michael’s hand instinctively found her waist, steadying her as she arched into him, letting his palm settle into the soft curve above her hip as he kissed her back.

When they finally parted, Raven was already breathing a little harder. Michael kept his hand at her waist and spoke softly, his voice barely above a murmur.

"We can’t do it today." He flicked his gaze toward the sleeping giant. "Grolm’s sharing the room, and I still have a lot to think about."

Raven nodded slowly, golden eyes half-lidded. "Can I at least come inside?"

Michael hesitated only a second before stepping aside. "Okay. But please don’t be loud."

Raven slipped past him with that effortless, feline grace. Michael closed the door and returned to the edge of the bed. When he glanced over, Raven was still standing with her back against the wood, both hands hidden behind her.

"Why are you still standing there?"

Raven’s lips lifted into a small, mischievous smile as the soft click of the lock echoed through the room.

Michael’s eyes widened. "What the hell are you doing? Grolm is right there."

Raven simply raised one finger to her lips. "Shh..."

Without breaking eye contact, she hooked her thumbs beneath the hem of her oversized polo and rolled her shoulders. The loose shirt slipped smoothly down her arms before pooling at her feet, leaving her standing there in nothing but a pair of red panties.

Raven’s warm tan skin glowed softly in the dim light, her tail flicking excitedly behind her.

Michael’s lips parted as if he wanted to say something, but for once, the words seemed to get stuck in his throat.

Raven covered her breasts with her hand, her hand sinking into the soft flesh before slowly lowering herself to her knees. She folded forward, and prostrated herself completely—forehead to the floorboards, arms stretched out, back arched so her ass rose high and inviting..

"Master... please breed me." She lifted her head just enough for him to see the deep flush spreading across her cheeks. "I’ve been a really naughty girl."

A small twitching smirk tugged at the corner of Michael’s mouth before he could stop it.

Raven noticed immediately, and something warm and bubbly stirred inside her.

She crawled forward on her hands and knees until she was between his legs, placing both palms against his thighs.

Then she leaned in and rubbed her cheek slowly along the hard length already tenting his thin pajama pants, breathing in the heat and thickness of him.

Michael chuckled under his breath and reached down to stroke the soft fur of her cat ears.

Raven immediately arched into his touch, her tail swishing happily behind her.

The sight made Michael’s smirk widen.

Raven didn’t waste a second. Her tongue flicked out, dragging a slow, wet line along his cock through the fabric.

"Is that a yes?"

Michael shook his head slightly, more to himself than to her. ’Haah... I knew it... this girl is really dangerous.’

He leaned back on his hands.

Raven took the movement as permission. She cupped him through the thin material, eyes gleaming with pure hunger.

"Then let your naughty girl use her mouth to please you, master."