Page 43 of Fated Wolf's Redemption

She glances down. Doesn’t even flinch. “It’s nothing.”

My jaw tightens. “You’re pushing too hard.”

“Funny. I was about to say the same to you.”

I step forward. Close enough to feel the heat rolling off her skin. Her muscles are taut. She’s strung tight, vibrating like a wire about to snap.

“You think this is a game?” I ask.

She lets out a bitter little laugh. “No. I think it’s life. One we’re both barely holding together.”

Her words hit harder than I want them to. And I hate that she’s right.

“You almost died in that lab,” I say.

“So did you.”

“I wasn’t the one who ran off alone to begin with or invoked some supernatural force.”

She grabs a towel from the bench and wipes her hands, like we’re talking about the weather. “We already had this fight.”

“Apparently not loud enough.”

The towel slips from her fingers. She turns fast, her expression sharp. “Don’t talk to me about control, Lucas. You can’t even hold your wolf together right now. And I’m supposed to sit here and listen to lectures about recklessness?”

I bite back a snarl. “You think I don’t know something’s wrong? You think I don’t feel it every damn time I try to call him and either nothing happens… or something weird?”

She steps closer, toe to toe now. “Then stop trying to control me just because you can’t control yourself.”

Silence stretches between us like a live wire. I could walk away. Should walk away. I don’t. Instead, I grab her. My handsclose around her arms, firm, grounding, and I pull her closer before she can blink. Her eyes flare, but she doesn’t shove me off. She never does.

“You think I want control?” I say, voice low. “I want you safe. That’s not the same thing.”

She presses into me, chest to chest. “And you think the only way I’m safe is if I do what you say?”

“I think you don’t understand what’s at stake.”

“I do. I just don’t let it break me.”

“You’re breaking,” I bite out. “You’re just too damn proud to admit it.”

Her hands grip my shirt with a fierce intensity, yanking me toward her with an unrelenting, almost brutal force. "You don't get to tell me who I am," she spits, her voice crackling with defiance and raw challenge.

I respond with a low, dangerous growl that vibrates with barely contained fury. "Oh, really? Then maybe I'll show you."

In one swift, savage motion, I shove her back against the coarse, splintered wood of the ring's wall—not enough to hurt, but sufficient to remind her of the electric, burning power surging between us. Her breath catches, but the fire in her eyes isn’t one of fear—it’s a blazing storm of passion and barely suppressed rage. Her grip on my shirt tightens, pulling me toward her with an urgency equally fierce. I claim her mouth with a relentless intensity, and she meets me with a ferocity that suggests she’s been waiting for this collision of souls all night.

Her taste explodes on my tongue—a potent mix of sweat, salt, and raw, unrefined fury. I kiss her with an all-consuming passion, desperate to draw out the tempest that lives within her,and she responds in kind, our exchange igniting in a furious blaze, sharp and explosive, like a wildfire tearing through dry fields.

Without a moment’s hesitation, her legs coil around my waist, her ankles locking securely behind me as I lift her with determined ease. Her panting grows ragged, punctuated by fierce nips at my neck as she begs me to plunge even deeper into this maelstrom of desire. One hand anchors her weight against my body, while the other wrestles with her pants, tearing them down with a single-minded intensity, heedless of anything but the raw need pulsing between us.

"Say it," I command, my voice a guttural declaration against her flushed skin—a demand that is both a plea and a command. "Say you want me."

"I've never stopped," she gasps, her confession a wild blend of challenge and surrender.

That is all the fire I need. I yank my jeans down just enough to unleash my fully engorged cock. She’s already slick with anticipation—ripe and ready. She’s perfectly primed as I drive into her with a brutal, unyielding force—a mutual groan erupting from us, loud, unrestrained, primal.

She is exquisite in her tightness, burning hot, the sense of belonging we’ve both craved so desperately. I thrust hard, pinning her against the fence with a possessiveness that brooks no denial. She takes every inch, her nails raking into my shoulders, her lips trailing incendiary kisses along my jaw and throat, biting down in rhythm with her moans. Her voice resounds in the enclosed space, a raw, unfiltered cry that fills me with a savage satisfaction.

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