Page 36 of Wolf Targeted
I trail my fingers down his chest to his pants to pop open the button on his jeans. I want them off.
Archer grabs my hands and pins them over my head against the cold wooden door, stopping me from getting where I want to be the most.
He grips both hands in one of his and pinches my nipple. Pain and pleasure spark through me.
“You don’t get to control this, mate,” Archer whispers.
His mouth descends on mine again, taking me in a demanding kiss. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, and I squirm.
It’s too much and not enough all at the same time. It’s been so long since he’s touched me like this, and the sensation of his hands on me have me climbing to the peak without him ever touching my pussy.
Fuck, he feels so good. I rub my body against his, needing the friction. I’m so close to falling over the edge, but he’s not letting me get closer. I whimper as he places his hand on my hip, holding it to the door.
“Archer, I need you.” I groan.
His body stiffens, and I regret my words instantly. He releases my hip and steps back abruptly. It’s like a bucket of ice water shattering our moment.
His lips part from my skin as he stumbles back, leaving me cold and naked.
The mask he usually wears falls into place. There he is: the alpha—the brutal asshole who refuses to get close to anyone.
I wrap my arms around my middle and glance at my feet where the towel lies discarded on the floor.
“I am the alpha, you will do as I say,” he growls. “I don’t care if you think it’s an accident, you tell me right away.”
“Fuck you, Archer.” Tears burn the backs of my eyes.
I bend over, grab the towel from the floor, and wrap it back around my body.
“You tried that, mate, and I denied you. If I want to fuck you, I will initiate it.” He turns on his heels and strides to the door. “Cover yourself before I open this door.”
He just wants to use me. It doesn’t matter what I want. It never has. How can I be so stupid?
Searing agony tears through my chest. I gasp for breath as panic threatens to take me to my knees. My hands shake violently, but I refuse to let him see my tears. He doesn’t deserve to see that he’s finally broken me.
Is that what he wants? A broken doll up on a shelf he can take off and play with when it suits him?
I stomp into the bathroom and slam the door behind me, locking it for good measure. I don’t want fucking company right now.
The scent of my rage fills the room, but there’s something else there. Despair.
Leaning back against the door, I slide down to sit on my ass on the cool tile floor and curl my legs up to my body.
He really is just a heartless bastard, isn’t he?
Maybe my mother and the rumors were right about him all along. A sob escapes, and I suck in a ragged breath.
How long can I deal with this? How many times does he have to push me away before I realize that this is all I get in my life?
I stare blankly at the wall. Rocking back and forth, the softthud,thud,thudof my back hitting the door is rhythmic but not soothing.
Nothing can soothe me ever again. I have nothing left to give anyone. Hot tears burn paths down my cheeks.
How can he do this to me? Why is he like this? I still don’t understand what I did.
Was I some horrible person in a past life and a life with a man that I could grow to love but will never love me is my punishment?
“Jara.” Angela’s soft voice is followed by a knock at the door.
