Page 103 of Unwilling Wolf

“Fuck, woman,” he growled. He eased back to quickly unbutton his shirt, and her hands found his stomach again, ran up his abs while he unbuttoned her shirt in turn.

The top three buttons were barely undone before he slid his hand inside and cupped her breast.

With a moan, Eliza rolled her head back and closed her eyes. “Garret,” she said on a breath.

“I’m not taking you out here,” he growled.

She didn’t understand. “Please.”

He slid his hand out of her shirt and squeezed her throat gently. “I won’t take you gentle out here. Not when my wolf is close. You deserve for me to be in control.”

“Maybe I don’t want control,” she whispered, gripping his wrist as he kissed down the side of her throat.

“Eliza, don’t tempt me, woman.”

“Please, please—”

“Shhhhh,” he said softly against her ear. “I’ll take care of you.”

She didn’t know what that meant.

With one hand on her throat one on the buttons of her pants, he unfastened them smoothly. She gasped as he slid his hand down the front of her pants, right into her undergarments.

He brushed his fingertips against her most intimate part, and her breath quickened as he rubbed her slick folds there.

Something that he was doing felt so good! She clutched onto his wrist and clawed her hands against his back, grasping his shirt as he asked her, “Does it feel good?”

“Y-yes,” she whispered, at a loss for control.

“What about when I do this?” he rumbled. Garret slid his finger slowly inside of her body, and she bowed back, closed her eyes, and gasped out his name again.

“Gooooood girl. Noisy woman. I like that you tell me what you like.” Garret pulsed his finger in and out of her, over and over, and her legs buckled. He took his hand from her throat and wrapped his arm around her back, pulled her close and grazed her neck with his teeth as he pumped his finger into her.

Something was happening! Something was happening to her body! “Oh. Oh!”

“Come on, Eliza. Give it to me.” The snarl in his chest vibrated straight through her breasts, and the tension in her body built bigger and bigger until…until… “Garret! Oh my God, fuck, fuck!” Her body exploded, pulsing violently around his finger, driven deep, deeeep into her.

He held her pinned against that tree as her body throbbed on and on. He played with her body, drawing out every pulse of intimate pleasure.

Eliza was boneless.

She couldn’t stand in this moment if she tried. What had he just done? Some kind of sorcery. Oh, Garret Shaw knew what he was doing.

“Better?” he asked.

Her face was buried against his neck, and she leaned in and bit him gently.

The snarl in his chest rattled louder. “Careful. You’re drawing out the wolf.”

“Maybe that’s what I want to do,” she told him breathlessly, and then nipped his throat again.

“Mmmm, now you’ve gone and changed things, Eliza. You should’ve just let me take care of you.”

“I want to take care of you, too,” she said, feeling moonshine-drunk.

He gripped the back of her neck and eased her down to her knees. When she looked up at him, his eyes were glowing almost white, and his face was much too sharp.

Hello, wolf.

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