Page 4 of Tamed By the Alpha Wolf

The breeze licked at my chest and thighs and face, cool and soothing against my fevered skin. How long had it been since I’d felt anything but the relentless burn of my wolf’s rage? Days? Weeks?

Months?

Time had lost all meaning in the haze of fur and fang and blood. But now, staring at the naked female before me, I felt... human. That was the word.Human,for the first time in longer than I could remember.

She was a fucking goddess. Fierce and wild, with fire in her eyes. Her sleek brown hair clung to her cheeks. Water droplets rolled down her chest, between her perfect tits. I wanted to chase them with my tongue.

“Who the fuck are you?” she snarled.

My nostrils flared as her scent hit me. Thunderstorms and wild heather, electric and powerful. My cock hardened instantly, desperate to claim her, to fuck her, to make her mine.

Some distant part of my brain registered her words—demands for answers, threats. But all I could focus on was the way her nipples pebbled in the cool night air. The way her throatworked as she swallowed. The slight tremble in her hands as she fisted them at her sides.

I took a step forward. Then another, and another. My wolf knew it in a heartbeat—that she was the one we’d been searching for our entire lives. That it was shewho could finally quiet the chaos in our mind and make us whole again.

I didn’t question it. I didn’t question much of anything anymore.

She lifted her chin, matching my steps by wading deeper into the stream. Water lapped around my ankles. Rippled around my calves. Closer to her. Always closer.

Her eyes widened, pupils dilating as they raked over my body. The scent of her arousal hit me like a freight train, and I had to bite back a growl. My wolf paced restlessly beneath my skin, howlingmine mine mine.

Her back met smooth rocks, and she had nowhere else to go. She still didn’t lower her eyes. Defiant even when cornered. Fuck, I loved her fire.

My hands moved of their own accord, ghosting up her arms. She shivered, goosebumps erupting in the wake of my fingers. A small gasp escaped her parted lips, and I wanted nothing more than to swallow the sound.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” she warned, but there was no real venom behind it. Not with the way her nipples pebbled against my chest, how her hips canted ever so slightly toward mine.

I dragged my fingers over her collarbone, then down down down. Between her tits. Across her flat stomach. Over her hip and between her thighs.

She whimpered as I circled her clit with my thumb. Her eyelids fluttered closed, and I could almost taste her surrender on my tongue. She was wet and hot and slick under my fingers, her hips bucking against my touch.

But then panic flashed across her face. She shoved me hard, sending me staggering back.

A low growl rumbled in my throat. I caught her wrist before she reached the bank, spinning her back toward me. My wolf surged beneath my skin, snarling and snapping to be set free.

Mine.

Bright gold eyes dragged from where I held her, up my arm, and glared straight into my soul.

She matched me growl for growl, her other hand reaching up. I flinched, expecting a strike. Instead, her palm flattened against my chest. Her touch scorched through my veins, burning away the last vestiges of my control.

I yanked her against me and claimed her mouth in a bruising kiss. She melted into me with a groan, her lips parting to let my tongue sweep in. Her hands wound up around my neck, tangling in my hair. She tugged hard enough to elicit a pained hiss, but fuck if I didn’t love that edge of pain.

We crashed together, teeth and tongues and lips. I wanted to devour her. Taste every inch of her perfect fucking body. Lose myself in her over and over until I remembered who I was.

With a growl, I pinned her against the mossy bank. My face hovered inches above hers, chests heaving in unison. Her eyes were wild, pupils blown wide with lust and fury and confusion.

My hand gripped her jaw, forcing her head back. I sucked a line of bruises down the column of her throat. Salt and earth and woman. I groaned at the taste, wanting more. Needing more.

She bucked beneath me, using the momentum to flip our positions. Her thighs bracketed my hips as she straddled me, a triumphant smirk playing across her swollen lips. She raked her nails down my chest, and I hissed, the sharp sting of pain mingling with pleasure.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” she demanded, grinding against my aching cock. “You can’t just...touchme like that. I don’t even know your name!”

Her words were a challenge, and my wolf answered. I growled, sitting up to capture a pink nipple between my teeth. She gasped, back arching as I flicked my tongue over the tight bud.

I caught her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze. My voice was rusty from disuse and barely more than a gravelly rasp, but I managed to grate out a single word. “Nico.”

“Nico,” she breathed, testing the name on her tongue.

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