Page 36 of Savage Desire

“Go, Lincoln,” she states, her voice firm as she presses her hands against my chest, trying to nudge me back a step, but it’s futile and we both know it.

“I’m good where I am.”

Her eyebrows furrow, concern dancing in her eyes, but still no fear or panic. “Are you drunk?”

The question catches me off guard. I’ve had a few beers, desperate to get her out of my mind, but it’s only made it worse. Shaking my head, my lips part, and words tumble from my mouth before I can stop them.

“Only on you.”

The flutter of her heartbeat is overwhelming. “Linc?—”

I crash my mouth to hers, too desperate to taste her before she has the chance to discard me.

Her lips freeze, parted for a moment, and I feel the tremble through her body as she stands torn, unsure whether to react at all, but as I tilt her head farther back, deepening the kiss, she sighs against my mouth. Her lips finally begin to move, melting against mine as I sweep my tongue over the seam of her mouth, but she doesn’t let me in.

No.

She pushes back, battling me for control as her fingers curl into my t-shirt, attempting to gain the upper hand as my hold on her chin softens, my fingers curling across her cheek as I plaster myself against her.

My pulse pounds in my head as I drink her in, lost to the needs of my body as she claws at me and I paw at her.

Tearing my lips from hers, I rear my head back enough to stare at her. I run my fingers down her throat, feeling the flicker of her pulse that runs in time with my own before skimming my fingertips over the neckline of her tank top. I want to shred the material that shields her tits from my view, but the idea of someone else seeing what’s mine holds me back, and instead, I trail my hands over the swell of her breasts and skim my fingers beneath the waistline of her denim shorts.

Circling my thumb over the metal button, I watch as her chest heaves with every breath, the rhythm matching my own short inhales as my gaze settles on hers.

“Is it true?” she breathes, and I cock my head at her, confusion pausing my thoughts, but before I can ask what she means, she proceeds, clearly sensing my wonder. “I read about wolves today. That they have heightened senses.” Her words are jagged, like her mind is as jumbled as mine, but I understand what she’s circling around.

I run my free hand up her arm, feeling the goosebumps that rise in my wake as I nod. “I can hear your heartbeat and your pulse ricochet through your body. I can feel the tingles that shoot through your veins and leave chills across your flesh. But best of all, I can smell your desire, the sweet honey scent that you coated me in at the park. It’s everywhere. I know without a shadow of a doubt that if I slipped my hand into your panties, I’d find you drenched.”

She hiccups as she gasps, jaw slack as she stares deep into my soul.

I grin, allowing myself to accept the knowledge that her body is responding to mine despite the hatred that runs through my veins.

Putting my theory to the test, I unbutton her shorts and tug at the zipper, letting the sound bite through the night air. She doesn’t stop me, just as I expect, and when I sweep the cotton of her panties to one side, I find her heat and the pool of desire I predicted.

I run my fingers through her folds, delighting in the way her head falls back and a soft whimper parts her lips. The second I retrieve my hand, she pouts, looking at me through half-mast lids, but they quickly blow open wide as she watches me bring her nectar to my lips. I hum around my fingers, sensing her muscles clench as her breaths fall faster.

“And I can taste just how devilishly sweet you are,” I rasp as I grab her waist and spin her on the spot.

She manages to brace her hands on the tree before she falls head first into it as I let her shorts pool at her feet. Her panties remain a barrier between us, and I’m done with the inconvenience. Tugging at the flimsy material, they tear with ease and I stuff the remnants in my pocket before swooping my palms over the globes of her ass.

Fuck.

She peers back at me, gaze haunted as she arches her back and opens herself up to me. “You’re going to hurt me,” she breathes, the words little more than a whisper as she frowns, but she doesn’t hide herself from me.

Unzipping my jeans, I finally ease the tension bound tight around my cock as I blindly search for the condom in my back pocket.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you like my kind of rough,” I grunt, and she shakes her head.

“That’s not what I mean.”

I pause, understanding drowning me as I discard the wrapper and roll the latex over my cock. Lining myself up at her entrance, I lift my gaze to hers. “Join the crew, Midnight.”

Slamming inside of her is both torture and bliss.

“Fuck,” I grunt in time with her cries of pleasure.

She’s so fucking tight. Her pussy clenches around my cock with purpose, desperate to milk every ounce of me. Her fingers bite into the tree, her knuckles white as she acclimates to my size, and despite the need to ram myself into her again and again, I refrain, offering her a single moment to adjust.

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