Page 121 of Wolf

Heat dances along my skin and I thrust into the air again, ignoring the twinge of pain. Somewhere between the outdoor kitchen and here, the devil rose within me, and I want to make Wolf burn.

When he groans and runs his hand through his hair leaving the strands adorably on end, I smile but it fades when he turns to the window.

“We can’t do this,” he says and the pleasure humming through my veins turns to ice.

“Oh,” I whisper, closing my eyes. Tears push at my lids, and I fake a yawn. “I’m tired.”

Spinning around, he eyes me before fluffing the pillows behind my back. I just want him to leave but I’m afraid to open my mouth and eventually, tears spill down my cheeks.

He pauses before wiping the evidence away. “Lilli?”

I refuse to answer and shake my head, gasping when he grasps my cheeks and says, “Open your eyes.”

"No.”

"What?”

"No,” I bark, pushing his hands away.

"Lilli,” he says, holding my wrists. “Look. At. Me.”

"Fine,” I sob, opening my eyes. “Happy now?”

"I’d be happier if I could stick my dick in you but I’m not going to do that while you’re hurt,” he growls.

Blinking, I study his eyes until he raises a brow. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh,” he says. “Now lay down and try not to steal all the damn covers.”

"What?” I mumble and he sighs dramatically, shaking his head.

"You talk in your sleep too.”

Talk…in my sleep? Has he been sleeping in here with me the whole time?

My cheeks heat and I bite my lip against the smile curving my lips. He brushes his thumb gently over my bottom lip and I release my teeth.

Except when he pulls away, I eye those hands and say, “You touched her.”

Wolf drops down before me and grabs my hands, tightening his grip when I try to pull away. “It’s a shitty excuse and I know you deserve more but I didn’t touch her, baby girl. I was fucking lost, and she sat on my lap.”

Wrenching away with a grimace because my ribs twinge in protest, I mumble, “You could have pushed her away.”

"I could have,” he says, and I meet his solemn stare. “I should have. I didn’t and I will have to live with that for the rest of my fucking life.”

"Then why did you do it?” I whisper, my throat thick with tears.

"Because I’m a bastard. Because I wanted to hurt you like I hurt. I don’t know. It was fucking stupid.” Throwing his arms wide, he leans in and says, “If you want me to bleed for my sins, I will gladly rip open my own veins. If you want me to suffer like you did, I’ll hold the damn whip. Just say the goddamn word.”

“I don’t…” What do I say to that? I don’t want him to hurt, I just want him to want me. “What does this all mean?”

Wrapping his warm fingers around my neck, he pulls me gently forward and pecks me on the lips. “It means…you’re mine. I’m yours. If…”

He doesn’t say it and I spy a moment of unease before he stands and says, “You need to sleep.”

My heart thumps for my grumpy, growly biker before I blurt, “Dirty.”

When he cocks his head and raises a brow, I say, “Maybe my nickname should be Dirty.”

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