Page 63 of Their Pretty Little Monster

Wolfe’s gaze hazes over and he suddenly pulls me closer, scanning the surroundings as if expecting the creature to reappear. His grip tightens protectively around me, the fear around us, though, quickly giving way to something more primal as his hands skip down my sides and slide under my skirt.

I gasp at his rugged touch, yet I don’t push him away, knowing there’s something we need to remember, but it slips my mind.

Instead, a moan spills past my lips.

“Sylar,” he starts, staring at me so deeply, so closely, I don’t think I can take another breath. “It’s a distraction. The real killer was with it, watching you, waiting to strike.” He gives my ass another grasp, and I cry out with unbearable pleasure from the way his claws press into my flesh, bringing me the pain I desire.

“My head feels blurry.”

“Sage.” His husky voice is filled with lust.

I lick my lips, and his whole body stiffens. Maybe it’s the closeness of our bodies, the protectiveness he offers, or the pink mist… but I feel brazen, aroused, and the way he stares at me is as if he’s daring me.

Sucking in a breath, I trail my hand down his stomach made of muscles, holding his stare. This isn’t me, yet it feels exactly like me. A girl buzzing with arousal, who’s just discovered how incredible sex can be…

My touch tenderly slides over the trimmed hair above his groin. Then they’re there, my fingertips running over one, then the one underneath it, so long, so hard.

He growls under his breath, his breaths coming harder, faster.

I’m rolling my hips from just touching him. Then I wrap my hand around them both, unable to completely touch my fingers.

He snarls, his hands moving to my hips, and he has me pinned to a tree, and his mouth is on mine.

His hands are all over my body, driving up the skirt of my dress while I curl my legs around him. I’m wearing nothing underneath because, evidently, no one in this world bothers with underwear. Part of me is horrified at how desperate I am to hump him. I kiss him back with a savagery that surprises me.

We’re together, bodies pressed, the urgency in his kiss dominating me. He adjusts himself, the scorching heat from his cocks snuggling up against my spread pussy. I take that opportunity, desperately rocking against them, rubbing them.

His hands are on my ass, guiding me up and down, stroking himself with me, while I’m thinking about one thing… how in the world he’s going to fit those into me. Especially seeing as I’m still slightly sore from Killian’s monster cock.

He slides his kisses to my neck, the light stubble on his face scratchy against my cheek. He licks me, biting.

“Tell me, Sage,” he growls in my ear. “Are you mine?” He thrusts against me as though we’re having sex.

I groan, holding on to him, losing my mind, my breath.

For a split moment, a rush of fresh, cold air washes over us, the mist pushed aside, clarity claiming me.

With it comes the reminder of the danger I’ve just faced, the attempt on my life, and that now, we’re sitting targets.

Wolfe’s licking my neck, and I manage to somehow untangle myself from his kiss.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.”

His gaze meets mine, fire blazing behind them, a deep, guttural growl on his throat in protest.

“Yes, agree. Not here. Back in my room.”

“No, that’s not what I mean.”

He’s instantly crossing the woods with speed, me coiled around him, his mouth back on my neck.

“Why do you taste and smell so delicious?” he whispers. “I want to eat you up.”

I cling to him, unable to stand being away from him, my head growing dizzy again. He grunts the more he licks my neck.

We barely emerge from the woods, greeted by the light, when suddenly my vision pulses in and out, just like the last time I was in the woods with Killian. Then it all goes black…

My eyes snap open, and I’m standing in a dark place, slithers of light streaming down on me from gaps in the ceiling. I must be underground, and I’m rubbing the chill from my arms, well aware that I’m in a vision, just like last time.

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