Page 70 of Ravaged Wolf
She cradles my cheek. I readjust my arms, wrapping them lower so I’m squeezing the top of her ass cheeks. She sighs, arching her back, stretching.
She smiles. I kiss the quirked corner of her mouth.
“You taste like blackberries,” she says drowsily, her eyelids drooping like a sleepy cat.
“No way. How is that possible?” I rumble back. I sound husky, like it’s first thing in the morning.
She giggles. “It’s a mystery.” She kisses me again, gently licking my lower lip.
I’m so hard that every time she shifts in my lap, my cock responds like she’s stroking it, straining, throbbing with the desire to come. The need is growing. Spiraling.
Gnawing.
My hips need to thrust. I want to take her hand, guide itdown between us, and wrap it around my cock. Reach under her shirt. Press my fingers into her heavy breasts, tease her pouting nipples with my thumbs.
Grab her by the scruff of the neck and pin her to the ground.
Slice away her pants with my claws, blood dripping from the gashes I’ve slashed in her skin.
Plunge my fangs into her soft neck until the tip of my tooth glances off the bone.
A scream ricochets in my mind, and I freeze, every part of me—my muscles, my lungs, the blood in my veins.
These are not my thoughts. They are only shards of memory with no power, but still, I summon my wolf, prepare to seize him from his world and thrust him out of my skin, so I can’t hurt her. I’d never hurt her.
But Idid. Those were my claws. My teeth.
Izzy lifts her head, blinking, her pupils widening. I catch a whiff of her fear, and it cuts me like a knife.
I leap to my feet. She tumbles from my lap and into the stream, crying out in surprise.
I back away, palms in the air, heart racing, stomach heaving.
“Oh, no you don’t!” She struggles to her feet. The back of her shirt is soaked and plastered to her body. Her face is bright red, her hands balled at her sides. My nose flares. She doesn’t smell afraid. She smellsangry.
“You stop right there,” she shouts and stamps her foot.Plunk. Like a frog splash. “Don’t youdarerun away from me.” Tears are pooling on her eyes.
The bond stabs me in the chest.
The bond.
It’s there.Ifelt it this time.
“Saywhat you feel,” she says through ground teeth, her voice breaking. “And we’ll deal with it.”
I want to hang my head. Seal my mouth shut and neveropen it. I’d rather die than tell her the thoughts in my head, than let her know the terror and panic rampaging through my body. I’d never hurt her, but I have memories of the night I did, more vivid and real than any other moment in my life, ghouls that haunt my brain, a horror movie that clicks on with no warning, and it’s her screams that echo in my ears.
“Say it,” she demands, the tears rolling down her cheeks now.
I crash to my knees. “I want you, and it made me remember.”
I can’t say any more. Please don’t let her ask me to because I’ll do anything for her, rip myself open and bleed out at her feet if she asks, but I don’t want her to know what I see in my head, and I can’t bear it that those things live in her head, too.
She gulps down a breath. Then another. Her fingers uncurl. “You dumped me in the water.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It was good, and then it got ruined.”
