Page 13 of Wolf

His eyes narrow and he leans into my face. “Are you sassing me?”

“You say it like it’s a bad thing.”

I’m quite sure I wouldn’t dream of speaking to the big bad biker this way if I had a filter, but I don’t. I also wish I had a breath mint.

With another sigh, he pulls me along, and this time I close my eyes in misery. My head hurts. I think I’m going to puke again and my dad’s a disgusting excuse for a human being.

On the wings of that thought, I sniffle and Wolf glances down at me, wide eyed. If I weren’t so miserable, I’d find his panicked expression funny.

Who knew the bad ass biker would balk at a few sniffles?

“What? No tears. Shit, you are just a baby.”

“What? No, I’m not. Take it back.” I pull away, crossing my arms and stomping my foot.

He rounds on me and says, “Really?”

Ignoring my juvenile tactics, I glance around for inspiration before dropping my arms. “Yes. Really. Would a baby do this?”

With jerky movements, I pull my shirt and bra off in one go, flinging them behind me.

His eyes drop to my bare chest and his nostrils flare, the pretty gray hue darkening to charcoal. All thoughts of proving my pointfade into a liquid heat that burns me on the spot when he licks his lips and brings his molten eyes back to mine.

I’m frozen in place, caught in his snare, and wishing for things I’m not sure I know how to follow through with.

He reaches out and traces his finger down my skin, starting at my shoulder. Goosebumps erupt as the rough pad crosses over the globe of my breast. Shivering, I suck in a breath, my nipples forming hard peaks.

“Fuck,” he growls, and the sound sends a thrill straight to my core.

Unfortunately, the spell is broken when some guy says, “Fuck man, did you see that?”

Wolf’s head whips around, his hand dropping from my skin.

I shudder at the loss.

His eyes are icy when he turns back to me, and I squeak when he pulls me flush against his chest.

Only the thin material of his shirt separates us, and I bury my nose in his warmth, breathing deep. The musky scent of him tingles in my nose and I whimper.

My skin burns. My core is pulsing, and I move to tip my head back, but he shoves me once more into his chest.

“Yeah man, fuck her up,” the guy says, and Wolf stiffens.

“Fuck off,” he barks, causing a shiver to roll down my spine. But when he shifts, I can’t resist, arching a little closer to him and moaning at the sweet slide.

“Fuck,” he grunts, tipping my head back, and searching my gaze. His eyes blaze as he says, “You're playing with fire, baby girl.”

“I like fire,” I whisper, and when he groans, I arch once more, heat spiraling through me in waves.

His arms tighten before he steps back, averts his gaze, and pulls his vest off.

I watch, squirming at the burn I’ve never felt before as he removes his shirt. Only to gasp at the glory of his chest, all smooth skin, and hard muscles. More beautiful tattoos cover his torso and my fingers tingle to touch the designs.

It’s gone all too soon when I’m engulfed and I wobble as he shoves his shirt over my head, obeying like a recalcitrant child and shoving my arms through the holes.

All the while, I’m fighting back the flood of disappointment because I’d hoped this was heading somewhere far less clothed.

When I’m covered to his satisfaction, he dons his vest, grabs my hand without looking at me and leads me to another group of guys, snapping at the one seated nearby, “Keys.”

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