Page 76 of Wolf.e

I’m hers.

I groan, chasing my own high as I pulse inside her.

I move down to lick my own fresh droplets of blood from her chest, then move back up to her lips kissing her deeply, mixing the taste of us and my blood together.

It's a kind of high no drug could offer.

I’m fucking flying.

My hand slides to her throat as I kiss her, using it as leverage to fuck her harder. My balls tighten and churn as my release licks up my spine, my hips, centering so slowly I can hardly bear it.

“It’s too much… I’m going to…” she cries.

“I know,” I tell her. “I can feel your pussy begging me to paint your insides white, take me with you. Take all of me.”

“Force me to… God, please force me to… I like it.” She ends her words in a whisper as she lifts her lips up to mine.

“That’s right, I am your god,” I tell her.

“You are,” she whispers.

Brinley’s taunting words, the way she looks with my blood on her skin pushes me over the edge and fucking Christ, I’m coming, and I don’t stop, gripping her throat and holding her tight, spilling into her just as she comes all over my cock. She squeezes me so tightly; I feel every single drop leave my body and enter hers. Right where it belongs.

Every single fucking day… I will live inside this pussy.

“I can’t always be with you. I have to work. I have club business,” Gabriel says as he sits down beside me on the balcony that extends off his bedroom. He’s entering Kai, Mason, and a few of his men’s phone numbers into my phone. He wears only black sweatpants and I wear his t-shirt.

The muscles in his arm flex as he passes me a glass with a tawny liquor. I take a sip and it burns down my throat but I need it to withstand the chaos that is Gabriel Wolfe.

“I have to work too,” I say as I stare out at the shimmering lake beyond.

“No. You’ll stay here until we figure out what DOS’s plan of attack really is.”

“I most certainly will not stay hidden in this house while you come and go as you please.”

Gabriel takes a sip of his whiskey and swallows. I watch his throat work as he focuses on the lake.

“Fine. You can go to work. I’ll have a prospect sit outside.”

I start to laugh. “You’re going to make a poor guy sit there all day long?”

“Yes,” he says instantly.

“You’re crazy.”

“Also yes,” he says, no hint of a smirk.

Watching the bloodlust build in his eyes as it dripped onto my skin tells me he absolutely is, and yet here I sit, already wishing he was inside me again.

I take another sip.

“Aside from work, you’re here. I’m going to train you. You need to learn some self-defense. More importantly, you need to learn to shoot a gun.” He stands. “Walk with me… I’ll show you around.”

I swallow my bourbon and stand, curious to see the rest of the house.

We move through the bedroom. It’s stark and modern like the rest of what I’ve seen so far. His bed is iron and is even bigger than the bed at the clubhouse. I take in my surroundings as I move down the hall, finding what looks like one other bedroom on the second floor and a bathroom. I know there’s also one that connects to Gabriel’s room.

He leads me to the main floor I’ve already seen and keeps moving toward the stairs that lead below.

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