Page 42 of Wolf.e

His lips come down to my neck and he shocks me by licking a slow trail upwards, tasting my sweat as he goes. I fist the bottom of his warm shirt with my still clasped hands under his cut without thought.

“And after I let her brother torture him, and get everything he wanted from him, did I shoot him in cold blood?” Wolfe releases me, moving both of his hands down to slide up the outside of my thighs, taking my dress with them, over my panties to wrap around my bare waist.

My deranged body ignites with this soft, intimate touch. It’s a moment I’m sure I’ll remember as traumatic for the rest of my life, but I pant as his thumbs trail over my lower belly.

“Fucking right I did. And I’d do it again. I don’t regret it. Not for a single fucking second. My only regret is that we couldn’t torture him for longer,” Wolfe growls, that ominous tone coursing through me.

I whimper as Wolfe pulls me tight to him, holding me up with his hands circling my waist. His lips find my throat, then my collarbone, as his tongue sweeps across my skin. I grip his shirt tighter, but I can’t tell if I’m pushing him away or pulling him closer. Is there any point in struggling? I fall completely slack against him, defeated. His mouth searches my shoulders, nipping, sucking, biting, like he can’t control himself any more than I can. My hands slip under his shirt and I whimper. His hard muscled body feels warm against my palms.

He’s too strong and if I’m going to die anyway, being handled like this, with more passion than I’ve ever felt in my life, is the way I choose to go. He’s touching me with a hunger I’ve never felt.

I can’t explain it. I can’t understand it. Hell, I can’t even process the reality that this is actually happening. I don’t even ask myself why I shiver with desire as Wolfe grips my cotton panties and tears them from me, just as he did last night. Only this time he brings them closer to his face. I know they’re wet with all the evidence he needs to prove that, however fucked up this is, whether I want to admit it or not, I want him. Darkness be damned.

He closes his eyes and breathes in, then slowly exhales with a deep groan, rubbing the damp cotton between his thumb and his first two fingers, as if he’s assessing how wet they are. I watch with fascination as Wolfe pulls them to his mouth like he’s about to suck my arousal from them, and that’s exactly what he does. I’m helpless to do anything but watch as he turns his eyes to me and grins wickedly.

“You understand what it means that you just witnessed my club’s business?” he says as he places my soaked and torn panties inside his cut.

I give a shallow nod, knowing this is the end. I begin to spiral.

“I won’t say anything, I—”

“Shh,” he says, running a thumb over my bottom lip, instantly calming me.

I silently pray that there’s no pain.

“Listen to me now. You have two choices, little hummingbird. You die in these woods, or you become mine in these woods.”

I blink, my eyes moving to his.

“When I say mine”—Wolfe steps back, unbuckling his belt. I have no idea what he’s about to do but he surprises me by removing a large, sheathed knife from it. My breathing accelerates, turning frantic again as his hand moves back to my thighs—“I mean everything I did tonight is your cross to bear too.”

“Why? why would you want—”

“Don’t fucking ask me why.” Wolfe presses me into the tree, his voice is frustrated and full of gravel. The bark gnaws at my skin.

He gently brushes my hair from my damp forehead and closes his eyes momentarily, as if to calm himself.

“I have no fucking idea why I can’t stop thinking about you. No idea why I crave you the way I do,” he says evenly.

Gripping me tight around the waist with one arm, the other yanks the top of my dress down exposing my breasts, and I moan as my head falls back against the tree. His hot mouth finds my nipple and he bites down, my pussy throbs with the pain. Before I can even cry out, he’s pulling it back into his mouth, swirling his tongue over it and soothing the sting, setting my core on fire. I fantasize, once again, about what it would be like to have his mouth on mine.

“Why would I choose not to end you right here? Why do I want to take you and mark you and keep you for my own?” Two large fingers slide through my embarrassingly soaking slit as he holds his knife in that same hand. I feel the handle press against me in time with his fingers. The fear coursing through me with the thought of what he might do ignites me. A deep growl leaves his chest as he pushes his fingers further into me.

“It’s the same reason you’re fucking soaked...soaked all for me.” Wolfe murmurs as he brings his fingers up and spreads my arousal across my bottom lip then moves back down to make slow sweeps against my clit with his knuckles.

Wolfe sucks my bottom lip into his mouth. I taste myself on his lips and realize how messed up it is that I pray for this murderer’s kiss.

“The poetic justice is that we always crave what we’re not.” He bites down, and I whimper, suddenly understanding that while I crave his darkness, in some way he must crave my light. I push my hips into his hand, anything for more friction, for more of him, more of this.

The expert way he trades between strumming my clit and fucking into me with his fingers has my pussy clenching tightly to him, threatening to fall apart within seconds.

“I live to take what I shouldn’t want, what I shouldn’t deserve. I never question why I want things.” His deep, velvet voice washes over me as my pussy clenches around his fingers, the sound of cicadas and my desperate moans fill the air, echoing off the trees like a soundtrack, the soundtrack of him playing my body like the most intimate instrument. “If you choose death, you’ll never know…”

I’m so close to coming all over his fingers.

“Wolfe…” I whimper.

“If you choose to be mine, you will learn how easy it is to accept who you are…” He pulls his fingers from me abruptly and notches the smooth handle of his cool knife against my pussy, sliding it up and down through my slippery arousal. My brain begs to protest.

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