Page 67 of Their Pretty Little Monster

“You’ll enjoy this more if you don’t fight me.”

With a thrust, she jerks her hips away from my hand, her eyes darkening, and I can see the internal battle she’s fighting. Her scent is intensifying, and I sense her agony of holding back, see it scribbled over her face.

I don’t give her time to overthink it, going after her until she’s pinned to the glass door to the balcony.

“Wolfe,” she warns. She has her palms against my chest again.

I lower my head, trailing kisses down her neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin right below her ear. She arches, pushing those tits against me, a soft whimper escaping her mouth.

“We belong to each other now,” I murmur against her, my voice rough with desire. “And I’m not letting you go.”

Her hands claw at my arms, drawing me closer as if she can’t stand the distance between us but hates herself for desiring me. Lowering my hands to the back of her thighs, I have her off her feet in seconds, pulling her beautiful legs around me.

Her eyes lock on to mine, a challenge burning in their depths.

“What if I don’t want to belong to anyone?” she whispers, her voice trembling. “What if these urges I feel where I can’t control myself have everything to do with the magic in my body from the mist?”

“Such magic won’t work unless deep down you possess those desires and feelings. Just because you don’t admit to yourself what you really want doesn’t make it fake.” My grin widens. “Let me show you exactly what it means to belong to a monster like me.”

I capture her lips once more. Despite driving me away, she kisses me with fury, her tongue pushing into my mouth, tangling with mine. I suck on hers, and she moans, pressing those full breasts against me, teasing me.

Sharpness suddenly bites down on my lower lip. Pain flares instantly, and I flinch. It’s enough time for her to drop from my grasp and rip away.

“Sage,” I growl, tasting the metallic tang of blood on my lip. She just damn bit me, and I’m grinning. “You’re going to have to try harder than that.”

There she is, across the room, raising an eyebrow and staring at me.

That daring gleam in her gaze intensifies, but she has no idea of the dangerous hunger inside me. Trying to cast it aside is impossible, and she feels it, too, as she stands there, squeezing those delicious thighs together.

“Don’t fight it,” I state, my savagery raging with emotions for her, taking in her naked body—fucking perfect tits with tight, dusty rose nipples, the small patch of dark hair with a hue of mauve.

“What fun would it be if I’m too easy on you.”

She’s devious!

I spear my fingers through my hair, cocks throbbing harder just as she takes a run for the front door, her steps hitting the hard floor.

Hell, she’s going to fucking ruin me.

Heart pounding, I go after her. Whipping my tail out, I snatch her around the waist and haul her back. Her legs tangle, and she trips, but I’m there to catch her in my arms.

She cries out, shoving against my hold. “Let me go.”

Falling back into me, she stares up at me, those damn angry eyes, my weakness. I’m like a beast around her, my nostrils flaring with each inhale of her sweet perfume.

“You’re only going to hurt yourself.”

Desire burns in her gaze. “Then release me, and you won’t hurt me.”

I chuckle, even if her words are a slap to my face. I’d never hurt her.

“Once you’ve started your fever, your body will hunger for my cocks. That taste in the elevator was just the start of appeasing the monster inside of you.”

Her nose scrunches, not liking that at all. “Then tell me how to stop it.”

Silence pulses between us.

Hell help me, but I’m inches away from taking her, tired of playing these games. Lowering her to her feet, hands around her, my tail snaking up her leg, I whisper, “Only one way to do that… with my cocks.”

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