Page 28 of Craved By a Wolf

Because it had to be one hell of a dream.

“Hella,” he grunted.

She locked up tight, her eyes widening as she stared at him, trying to convince herself she had imagined him calling her name in a passion-drenched voice. No one had ever moaned her name like that and she was only a dream. How rough and low would his voice go if she climbed on top of him and rode him to oblivion, waking him by taking him inside her and not stopping until they were both sated?

Hella shook her head, trying to dislodge that thought, but it was too late. It planted roots and grew, had her feeling hazy and achy, fevered as she pictured him below her, her hands against the hard ropes of his stomach, his guttural cries filling her ears.

She tried to turn away, meant to leave, giving him some privacy, but her gaze fell to his broad chest and the dusting of dark hair that covered the heavy slabs, concealing more scars that called to her, rousing a feeling inside her that had desire falling away. This wolf had been through hell in the past. Before she could stop herself, she was leaning over him, charting one of the long silvery lines with trembling fingers.

His big body tensed, his biceps flexing and forearms cording. Biceps she wouldn’t be able to encircle even if she used both hands. Her fingers wouldn’t touch. He was huge—everywhere.

He suddenly threw his head back and howled, arching off the bed as a shiver bolted down her spine and warmth skittered over her skin. He grunted with each roll of his hips, and she didn’t need to use a spell to peek into his mind to know that his wet dream had just reached an epic conclusion.

Hella twisted to leave.

Froze as his heavy eyelids cracked open.

He gazed at her, his striking silver eyes hazy, flecked with gold around his dilated pupils.

And then they narrowed and his gaze shot down to his hips.

And back to her.

And he blushed hard.

She swore his entire face went red as a beetroot.

“Nice dream?” she said, shooting for casual even as her pulse was off the scale, her body shaking as adrenaline rocketed through her veins, the fact that he had caught her watching him dream-fuck her making her feel more than a little naughty, uncertain and guilty.

“Dream?” he rumbled, deep voice raw from all that sexy yelling he had done. Hello, bedroom voice. She shivered for another reason, flushed all over as she tried to rein in her imagination and stop it from traversing wicked routes. He lifted his left hand from the sheets. “Would rather it be a reality. Come, bonnie lass. Your male has need of you.”

She scoffed at his outstretched hand. “Need of me? I’m not your serving wench or a whore. You can’t order me around.”

She denied the part of her that was pushing her to take his hand and show him just how good they could be in reality, and backed off instead.

Which didn’t please the wolf.

“You’re my fated one.” He glowered at her and threw the covers back to reveal himself in all his glory. “You would deny me?”

She told herself not to look.

But ended up glancing at his hips anyway.

He hadn’t spilled seed as she had thought, and he was still hard.

Hella stared temptation in the face and waged a war with herself, his words ringing in her mind. Maybe if he hadn’t been so insistent on making out she had been put on this planet to serve him, if he hadn’t used the fated word in a way that made her feel as if she was an object rather than something to cherish, she might have decided to be nice to him.

Might have even tolerated him enough to fool around with him.

But her eyes were open now and giving this male any part of herself would end with her chained in a different sort of way, this one in the form of a bite mark on her nape.

No one owned her.

No one told her what she could and couldn’t do.

And she didn’t have room in her life for antiquated bastards who couldn’t see that.

She stormed to the chair in the corner of the room, picked up his jeans and turned on him. She glared at him as she threw the jeans, hitting him in the face. He dragged them down, a stupid dumbfounded look on his face.

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