Page 83 of Wolf.e

My elbows slide ahead while rocks and twigs gnash at my skin as I’m pushed forward by him brutally fucking me. My pants hang in scraps around my thighs and I start to push back against him, rolling my hips to tease him as he slides into me. The power in me grows stronger as I realize I am absolutely the one he wants. The one he craves. How much more will he want me if I tease him the way he teases me?

I find my bravery easily with him. It pushes me to be bold, motivates me to be the woman I’ve always wanted to be.

“Give me every inch. Make me scream like you want the entire forest to know who owns me,” I purr, finally feeling open and free, tossing my hair over my shoulder and looking back at him. He fists it and winds it in his hand pulling my head up.

“Fuck, Brin…” Gabriel pauses like he’s studying me, and I know my dirty words have taken him by surprise.

He pulls my head up, bringing my back to his front. Another slow tug of my hair, a deeper twist of his hand turns my face to the side and his lips come down on mine, all the while he never loses his rhythm.

“Fuck the forest. By the time I’m done with you, there won’t be a creature roaming this Earth that doesn’t know who you fucking belong to,” he growls, and I smirk into his lips.

“Make me come then, Pres,” I whisper.

“Fuck.” Gabriel’s lips come crashing down on mine again and a hand slides to my clit. He pinches it roughly between his thumb and finger, never letting up as he fucks me and I’m freefalling.

I come, then come down and the wave rises again. All the while he never stops, fucking me like he’s bringing himself to the edge then holding back. Fucking me like the slow torture of not coming is one he not only wants but craves.

He slows his pace and I feel everything, every inch of him sliding in and out of me. It brings me back to life, stoking the fire still burning in my belly.

“Spit,” he says, holding his palm under my lips. I’m so far gone, I do as he says and spit onto his first three fingers. They come down and slide over my clit as he groans.

“You can give me one more, Brin. Come on, baby, come all over my cock, one more,” Gabriel orders.

The simple, gentle word baby rolling off his tongue is all it takes and I’m coming again, my legs quiver as I see stars for the second time in minutes. His hands grip me in a bruising hold at my hips as I feel him stiffen and pulse. His warmth spreads through me with my name on his lips as they move over my neck, and my shoulders. I’m exhausted, cut, bruised, and bleeding. I’m always partly afraid, and yet I still ask myself how I ever lived without him.

PB

How are things at the Wolfe den?

Isolated AF.

PB

It doesn’t surprise me that the moment Wolfe claims a woman he keeps her hidden from the world. Can you not just have more sex?

Impossible.

I just need to get out of here for more than work.

PB

I would suggest we escape for a girls’ night but he more than likely tracks your car.

HAHA very funny. He better not be.

PB

Sean says only a few more weeks and life can go back to normal.

I grimace at my phone. It sort of pisses me off that Layla knows a timeline but Gabriel hasn’t told me anything yet. I bring my lip between my teeth and bite down.

I’ve been in this house for two days and haven’t fully snooped through it yet. I begin to walk toward the bedroom. Gabriel is gone and I have no idea where. Club business, he said.

I pull his drawers open one by one, everything is neat, organized. Black boxers upon black boxers. Same with his t-shirts and jeans.

It’s all perfect. Too perfect.

I push open his closet door and run my fingers along the soft flannels that hang there. Carhartt. In blacks and grays, you would think he had shares in the company. As I get to the back a small wooden box with an oval inlay catches my eye.

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