Page 11 of Wolf at the Door

His lips twitch, not quite a smile but close. “Most people are. They see the tattoos, the leather, the club, and they keep their distance. But you…you look at me like you’re trying to figure me out.”

I swallow hard, my heart skipping a beat. “Maybe I am.”

He steps closer, slow and deliberate, until he is standing right in front of me. I have to tilt my head back to meet his gaze, and the intensity in his eyes make my knees feel weak.

“What do you see, Bella?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

My breath hitches. I wanted to tell him the truth, that I saw strength and danger and something that called to me in ways Icouldn’t explain. But the words got tangled in my throat, and all I could do was stare up at him, caught in his pull.

He reaches out, his fingers brushing against my cheek, and I shiver at the contact. His touch is rough, his hands calloused, but there is a gentleness in the way he traces the line of my jaw. It makes me feel exposed, vulnerable, but not in a bad way. It makes me feel seen.

“I see you,” I say finally, my voice trembling. “I see someone who scares me, but not because I think you’ll hurt me. You scare me because you make me feel…safe.”

His eyes darken, and for a moment, I thought I’d said too much. But then he leans in, his breath warm against my skin as he whispers, “You are safe. As long as I’m breathing, you’re safe.”

And then his lips are on mine.

The kiss is nothing like I’d expected. It wasn’t soft or hesitant. It is raw, consuming, a fire that burns through every doubt and fear I have. His hands slid down to my waist, pulling me closer, and I melt into him, my fingers tangling in his hair as I kiss him back with everything I had.

He backs me up until my knees hit the edge of the bed, and we tumble down together. His weight presses against me, solid and unyielding, I feel completely surrounded by him. Safe. Protected. Desired.

His lips move to my neck, and I gasp as he bites down gently, sending a shiver of pleasure racing through me. “Wolf,” I whisper, my voice barely audible.

He freezes for a moment, his breath heavy against my skin. When he pulls back, his eyes are glowing, brighter than I’d ever seen them, and there is something wild in his expression.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he states, his voice rough and almost guttural. “You’re mine, Bella. Do you understand that? Mine.”

I nod, my heart racing. “Yes,” I breathe.

His lips curve into a predatory smile, he leans in again, his teeth grazing my skin. “Your eyes…” but he interrupts me.

“Big eyes,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with dark amusement. “To see every part of you.”

I shiver, the words sending a thrill through me as his hand slides up my side. “Big ears,” he continues, his breath hot against my ear. “To hear every sound, you make.”

My breath hitches as his other hand grips my thigh, his strength overwhelming but somehow gentle. “And sharp teeth,” he growls, his voice dropping lower, “to mark what’s mine.”

Before I can respond, he bites down on the curve of my shoulder, not hard enough to hurt but enough to make my body arch against his. Heat pools low in my stomach, and I moan his name, my fingers digging into his shoulders as the world around us disappears. His hands run over my torso, and then he is pulling my t-shirt up and over my head. A soft growl escapes his throat as he looks at my breasts straining to be released.

One minute I am semi dressed, the next I am laying naked under Wolf, his muscles flexing as he throws his jeans off. I have never been undressed with such speed. There is a desperation in our motions to join in an explosion of senses.

Wolf lowers his head, his lips closing over my nipple, suckling. I raise my hips in a wanton anxiety to have this dangerous man between my legs, thrusting with all the force that I need.

“Now Wolf, please” I plead.

He lifts his head, his features tense with lust. “I’m going to eat you,” his voice is a deep growl that sends shivers through my body. He moves down my body, kissing every inch of my skin as he zero’s in on his goal. My breath hitches as his tongue takes a swipe, “Ohhh” I breath.

The pleasure that runs up my body has my eyes closing as my hand fists over his head. I don’t know how long he worships my deepest depths with his mouth, but every kiss, every breath of his against my sensitive skin is driving me higher.

In a flash he is sitting up, his hands are griping my hips as he plunges deep into me. I gasp in surprise at the sensation of fullness that fills me. Damn, he is big!

The walls of my pussy stretch to accommodate every inch of his girth, the slightest movement building my passion to heights that I never thought possible, he plunges hard and fast, a rhythm which talks to what I needed.

The night passes in a blur of heat and passion, every touch and kiss igniting something inside me I didn’t know I had. He isrelentless, unyielding, and yet there is a reverence in the way he touches me, like I was something precious. By the time we finally collapse together, our breaths mingling in the quiet, I feel completely unravelled, my body and soul laid bare.

But as I lay there, his arm draped possessively over me, I noticed something. The faint glow in his eyes hadn’t faded, and his teeth—sharp and slightly elongated—caught the light as he smiles at me. My heart skips a beat, a flicker of unease breaking through the haze.

“Wolf,” I start hesitantly, my voice trembling. “What are you?”

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