Page 99 of Savage Hope

“Who touched you?” I grind out, already aware of the answer. I know how to put two and two together, but I want to hear her say it.

“I don’t know what you mean,” she murmurs, looking up through her lashes at me, and I scoff, my grip on her arm growing tighter.

“Don’t,” I growl, stepping closer so we’re chest to chest, trying to keep my feral wolf at bay. “Don’t you dare fucking lie to me. I can smell you.”

She cringes, her face scrunching up in a mixture of disbelief and embarrassment, but she doesn’t deny it.

Spinning us, she moves effortlessly in my arms as I pin her back to the wall. She doesn’t shy away like I expect; if anything, her nipples look sharper.

I hold still for a beat, and when she doesn’t move, my body does. Slipping a hand beneath her skirt, I hiss at the bare contact with her pussy.

Her. Damp. Bare. Pussy.

“You’re still wet,” I croak, my fingers gliding with ease through her folds as she gasps, but she doesn’t try to push me away.

I watch as her chest rises and falls sharply, my own breaths following the same pattern as I swirl a finger around her clit before throwing all of my cares away and plunging a single finger into her core.

She moans, and I groan, the sounds melding together between us as my eyes widen.

She’s so tight. So damn tight.

Her hands lift to my arms, holding on instead of pushing me away.

“I’m still a virgin, Lincoln,” she whispers, her jaw slack as she stares at me with a need I know reflects in my own eyes.

“What?”

“A virgin,” she repeats, attempting to bring me back to Earth, but it’s too late for that. Not with her essence in the air and her sweet, wet pussy in my grasp.

It’s all too fucking late.

Later, I can figure out where it all went wrong, but now is the time for exploring.

Laughter echoes in the distance, reminding me that my family and her friend are outside on the first-floor balcony, and before I can change my mind, I grab her hand and dart for the stairs. She stumbles after me without complaint, our pace only slowing when we step out onto the second-floor balcony, with views of the park beneath us.

I don’t look at her as I pull her toward the edge, the railing separating us from the guests below as they all wait for the firework show to draw the night to an end. They’re not the only fireworks I’m chasing, though; I want hers too.

Maneuvering her so she’s braced against the railing, with both hands holding onto the steel barrier, I crowd her from behind, pressing my chest to her back. She shivers, making my cock strain against the waistband of my pants.

“Are you forgetting the virgin part?” she repeats, like I’m the only one who might regret this at the end of the night, but I push that thought aside and run my hands over her waist where a sliver of delicate skin is exposed.

“Is that what you want?”

“I don’t understand,” she breathes, tilting her face to look back at me, but I quickly angle her back toward the park.

“Do you want to leave here a virgin?”

My words hang in the air, draping us with the desire flowing thick between us.

A second passes, then another, and another, before she shakes her head.

Maybe I should demand verbal consent. Perhaps I should ask again, be extra sure, but fuck it all to hell, I don’t want her to change her mind.

“Watch the sky,” I order, and she tries to glance back again.

“Why?”

I shake my head as I pinch her jaw gently and turn her back around again. “You ask too many questions, Midnight.”

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