Page 38 of Wolf

Something is building and building and it’s so great that I don’t know if I can take it, but I want it, so badly. Ineedit.

“Look at me,” he rumbles, and I glance up. His eyes glitter and I convulse around him as he says, “You taste fucking perfect, baby girl.”

I suspect his gruff tone and the need I sense behind those gorgeous peepers are what send me over the edge as light bursts behind my eyes and I pump into his face, crying, “Wolf!”

With a groan, he laps me up while I shiver and shake, staring blindly at the ceiling. That was by far the most amazing thing I’ve ever experienced.

“Wh-What?” I mumble, glancing around when something crashes behind me.

Wolf pops his head up, his mouth glistening as someone says through the door, “Yo, Wolf. You coming down or what?”

I shiver when Wolf licks his lips, his eyes closing briefly before a shadow crosses his face.

Bowing his head, he mumbles, “Motherfucker.”

Meanwhile, I stare at him dazed as he rises. My eyes drop to his erection, but he turns away just as quickly, and I whimper.

His bare ass flexes as he grabs a pair of jeans off the floor and as he walks away, the last of my pleasure fades. Where’s he going?

“Get dressed,” he barks, and I flinch when he locks himself in the bathroom, slamming the door on the way.

Shoot. What just happened?

Rolling over, I scream into the pillow before shuffling into my clothes with a grumpy frown. Was that regret I saw on Wolf’s face before he disappeared behind that door?

Fighting the sting of humiliation and a good dose of need still buzzing along my nerve endings, I stand on the wicked boots and stride to the door.

If I wait around for platitudes about how this shouldn’t have happened or even worse, him ignoring it happened altogether, I might lose my mind.

When I swing the door open, Duke is on the other side. He raises his brows, his lips tilting into a grin which I ignore as I say, “Where's my sister?”

He holds out his arm and I follow, fighting the urge to turn back because, despite the weird ache in my heart, there’s nothing for me back there but pain.

“Lilli Anne! What have you done?” Miriam says and for a moment I think she’s talking about Wolf and my cheeks heat.

“Daddy’s going to kill you,” she says, clutching her tiny baby bump.

“Mir,” I breathe, wrapping my arms around her. Tears prick my eyes and although it’s partly because I missed my sister, the other is related to the beast who made me feel indescribable pleasure and then escaped into the bathroom directly after.

Would a hug have been out of order?

“How is everyone? Mercy?” she asks, pulling back with shining eyes.

“Good. Okay,” I stumble over the lie and Miriam drops her chin.

I stiffen when Wolf appears with a scowl on his handsome face. Since I’m ignoring how he hurt my damn feelings, I don’t greet him. Instead, I say, “Mir, there’s something I have to tell you.”

She nods and waves away Duke hovering at her back. He looks between us with a furrowed brow before retreating and Miriam takes my hand, leading me toward the coaches in which all manner of things took place last night.

Wrinkling my nose, I scan the fabric before sitting down beside her.

Miriam brushes her hair out of her face and with a pulse of concern, I grab her hand. “Are you okay?”

She smiles but the sparkle behind her eyes is gone. “I’m good. Yes, it’s just…”

“What?”

Shrugging, she says, “I don’t fit in here.”

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