Page 23 of Wolf.e

Because I’ve always been told a man should earn the right to touch me like this. Wolfe is right about that, but he’s also right when he says I want him to touch me.

I do.

Holding my hands hostage, Wolfe uses his heavy knee to push my legs apart and presses his body into mine. The wood of the bookshelf bites into my shoulder blades.

“You can pretend you don’t want me. But your body tells a different tale. See…” He trails a thumb to my throat where my pulse continues to hammer thunderously. The inability to move is too much. I squeeze my thighs without thought around his leg, it offers me a slight friction that makes my pussy ache even more. He bends down and lets his teeth graze the skin of my neck.

I hear the lowest groan come from him as he mutters, “fuck.”

I whimper in response, my chest heaves with heavy breath, pushing my breasts right into him with every inhale.

“Your heart flutters like this whenever I’m near you. You want me to slide my hand right under this dress.”

Do I?

“You want to find out how much faster I can make this fluttering heart beat.”

“Fuck you!” I spit out as best I can, the word I never really use feeling foreign on my tongue, but I have no hands left to claw him with.

His skin has scratches on it from my nails and his cheek is red, but he doesn’t even seem to notice.

“My heart beats faster because… I’m afraid of you,” I say honestly, looking into his eyes, hoping he will feel badly enough to let me go and wishing he wouldn’t all at the same time.

“I know,” he growls. “I fucking love it.”

“Please…” I whimper, half in ecstasy, half in terror.

This man gets off on scaring me and I have no idea what he’s capable of.

I stare up into his violent eyes, his godlike face seeming completely devoid of empathy. He's a hunter whose only purpose is to trap his prey, and right now his prey is me.

“I bet you’ve always done everything right, haven’t you?” Wolfe asks as his free hand slides to the zipper at the back of my strapless dress.

‘Y-yes,” I stutter.

“Did you know humans are the only species that relates permission to anything sexual? For every other species that roams this earth, it is simply taken.”

He pulls my zipper roughly, and before I even realize what is happening my dress pools at my feet.

“Desire and primal need are the only rules that are followed,” he says.

I gasp as my nipples pebble even more when the cool air hits them. This earns a growl from Wolfe before he dips his head and pulls one into his hot mouth, toying with it against his tongue. I want to fight but…

Holy shit. That feels so good.

I lean my head back against the bookcase and let out a ragged moan, I absentmindedly push my hips toward him.

“It’s quite simple. You just let your body take what it wants.” Wolfe’s teeth graze my nipple before his tongue rolls over it and I quiver beneath his lips.

“You don’t know… what I want…” I pant out. He moves to my other breast and plays with that nipple in his mouth for a moment and I may combust with a pleasure I’ve never felt.

“But I do…I already know you.” His lips trail over me as one hand still holds my wrists and the other circles my waist, gliding over all the skin he can manage.

“You want to know what it’s like to be properly handled by a man. A man who can satisfy every dark craving you’ve ever had but have never admitted.”

“I’ve had men that can do that,” I lie in pathetic defense. My words come out garbled and trail off in a moan as his lips skim my breast and his tongue flicks against the peak of my nipple. My drunken courage only seems to piss him off. Wolfe bites down on my nipple and I cry out as tiny zaps of pleasure rush my core.

It hits me as I angle my hips closer to him without shame that this is what I want. What I always wished for with Evan, but I know now Evan wasn’t capable of this. I never thought any man was…

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