Page 37 of Deadly Wolf Bite

A moment later, I can hear the rumble of voices as they shift back and dress. Then, one on by one, they get into their cars and drive away.

When they’re gone, I concentrate on trying to breathe, but my thoughts are consumed by the realization that Grey and I are alone out here—and he’s gloriously naked.

Before I can overthink it, I peel the hoodie off, revealing my tiny tank top underneath.

“What are you doing?” Grey asks, but he doesn’t look confused.

If anything, his expression is hungry.

Exactly how I feel.

I peel my tank off and let it drop next to my shorts. “I need you,” I tell him. “Now.”

When he doesn’t move fast enough, I close the distance, kissing him with a ferocity that shocks me. But I don’t stop. He puts his arms around me, tangling his hands in my hair for a moment before roaming my body: caressing my back in a slow, smooth sweep, squeezing my hips, brushing his thumbs over my ribs, cupping handfuls of my breasts. I wrap my arms around his neck, pressing myself against him with a need that has me whimpering for more.

He responds with a growl and picks me up, carrying me over and setting me on the hood of the car. It’s warm on my skin, but I scoot to the edge, wanting only the heat that Grey can provide. He crowds between my open legs, eliminating any space between our bodies as his mouth claims mine. His tongue parts my lips, sweeping into my mouth and invading my senses.

Heat pools at my core, an ache that pulses inside me—a need I can’t think past.

He finds my breast again, his thumb flicking my hardened nipple. Then his hand trails lower, dipping inside my shorts and panties until he’s running his fingers between my wet folds.

The sensations ignite me, and I arch my hips to meet his strokes, moaning against his mouth.

“More,” I demand.

He kisses a trail down my jawline and throat, burying his face in my neck and inhaling deeply as he slides a finger inside me.

Desire lashes through me, and I shudder at the intensity of it.

Grey adds another finger, pushing them into me with a delicious pressure, and I moan as his mouth finds mine again. With my arms around his neck, I rock against him, meeting his rhythm.

It’s not enough.

I need all of him.

“Please,” I whisper, ready to beg if that’s what it takes.

“What do you want, Lexi?” he asks in a low voice.

He slows the rhythm of his fingers, which only makes me ache for more.

“Tell me what you want,” he says.

“I want you,” I say, breathless and so fucking desperate for him.

Before he can answer, I reach for his cock. It’s hard and thick as I wrap my hand around it, stroking.

He hisses out a breath against my lips, and pleasure rockets through me knowing I’m the one teasing him now.

“This is what I want,” I say, bold in a way I’ve never been before.

“Fuck,” he groans, sliding his fingers out of me and lifting me to my feet so quickly, I make a noise of surprise. “Hold on,” he orders.

He yanks my shorts down and nearly rips them trying to get them off my ankles. Then he’s setting me back on the warm hood of the car and pressing the tip of his erection against my entrance.

“This?” he asks, his voice thick with a need that thrums in my own veins.

“Yes,” I pant. “Please.”

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