Page 57 of Frank's Felon
“You have all of me. I’m right here.” She swung her ass at him, drawing a howl from his wolf.
His wolf wasn’t in charge; Frank was. He would have all of her or none.
Delilah rose, smoothed out her skirt and stepped in close enough that her arousal and vanilla scent invaded his nose, mouth, every pore of his body, pulling at him until his balls tightened and drew up against his cock. He needed to be inside her, to touch her, hold her. . .possess her in a way that he would know she was truly his.
“Maybe I’ll find another male, then. One who won’t mind a quick, hard fuck.” She spun on her heels and headed down toward the cabins where the single males bunked.
Even as Delilah disappeared into the shadows, Frank waited for her to come back. Panic overtook him soon after. She wasn’t returning. Had he lost her that easily?
Frank followed her scent trail down the path and soon spotted her. Her tight ass was still swaying in the short pleated skirt with no panties beneath. She barely glanced to her left as she sashayed past a cabin where two males were standing outside, talking.
Two males who started to follow her.
Two males Frank didn’t know.
Lone wolves that Damien had taken in.
The wolf in Frank raged. Frank cut the shifters off and pinned one against the side of the cabin. The other ran off. Muscles rippled in Frank’s back, but he forced his wolf down. Despite how much his wolf wanted to taste the shifter’s blood, Frank had to give the shifter a chance to submit. The shifter hadn’t done anything to justify death.
“She’s unclaimed!” the shifter said, which only further enraged Frank’s wolf. Not because the asshole was trying to justify whatever plans he had, but because he was right. Delilah was unclaimed. She bore no scent of a blood-bonded female, and she had showered since they’d last mated.
“Touch her, even look at her again, and there won’t be enough of you left for the birds to feast on,” Frank said as he shoved the male to the ground. The male scampered to his feet and ran into his cabin.
Frank turned around. Delilah was gone. He continued following her scent, the drive to claim her tenfold now. He had let her walk away, to put herself in danger by walking near males without his scent on her. He would take care of that, right now.
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DELILAH
She had left Frank, horny and mad. He wanted her to trust him. Trusting Frank was the easy part. It was herself she didn’t trust. Why couldn’t he see that she attracted trouble? Tess saw it; she had said it earlier that night. Without knowing what Damien was going to say or what was on those papers, Tess had looked at her with those disappointed eyes of hers—the ones that Delilah hated to see because it meant she’d screwed up again. Frank never looked at her like that. Even now, when he knew everything there was to know about her, including her weaknesses, he looked at her like she was some innocent shifter who deserved to be protected with the full might of a pack, ofhispack. He couldn’t see that she was a magnet for trouble. She’d pull him down if she didn’t do something to stop him.
Walking away from him in anger was stupid, however, especially since she’d let her fear take over. Fear of losing Frank. . . She’d found something scarier than being dangled over the prison roof.
With all her might, Delilah prayed Frank would follow her, tell her in no uncertain terms that he’d never let her go. He’d said as much several times, but the words had meant little more before because she hadn’t been ready to hear it. To her, his words, his promises had been nothing more than Frank trying to do what was right.
When he had lowered her skirt, she’d been hurt, insulted and spoken out in anger. Frank wasn’t the problem, though.Shehad forgotten how to fully rely on another. She only hoped he could forgive her, and most of all, continue being patient with her. She wasn’t sure how to regain her ability to rely on another, but right now she needed to feel as if she was no longer alone and vulnerable. Right now, that meant tracking her down one last time, not giving up on her when she needed him most.
She passed two males by a cabin on her way to the lake. One of the males whistled at her, making her hackles rise. Just the thought of any male other than Frank touching her sickened her. She felt awful for threatening Frank like that, telling him she’d find another male. Pushing him away was one thing, but taunting him with another was just plain cruel.
Tess was right. Delilah was a screw up. Not that Tess had said that, at least not with words. Delilah climbed onto one of the three large boulders and faced the lake. With so little moonlight, she couldn’t see the waves, but she could hear them. The sound was soothing, lulling her.
God, she was so tired, and this entire situation with Frank, Tess, their pack and the damn DSA was so complicated. This treaty hinged on Damien turning her over. She couldn’t let Frank challenge Damien, and yet she couldn’t return to prison. She wasn’t strong enough to survive that again. And it would be much longer than a year. They’d throw her in maximum security, with no chance of escape. . . if they didn’t execute her outright.
Delilah closed her eyes and tilted her head back, enjoying the soft breeze of wind sifting through her hair. That’s when large hands pulled her off the boulder and bent her over the rock, face down. Before she could scream, Frank’s musk surrounded her. Large hands flipped up her skirt as he kicked her legs apart. Her pussy was on display and fully open for him. She kicked back at him, partly because she was still mad at him. Then his mouth was at her ear as his thick fingers ran through her wet folds.
“You want to me to stop, Delilah? Then just say so,” he said as he thrust two fingers into her, filling her. “I’ll stop, but it won’t change the inevitable. You’re mine. And if you ever think to threaten me again by even going near an unmated male, I’ll snap his neck.”
Hers had been an empty threat, but she was quite certain Frank meant every word. Delilah swallowed hard, even as he continued to pump his fingers into her, quickly drawing out her need for him.
“If you want me, Frank, take me, but know the consequences of being with me. I’m a danger to anyone who gets close.”
“You don’t get it, Delilah,” he said as his fingers left her, causing her to whimper at the sudden loss. His cock slid into her folds, increasing the fire that was already shooting through her veins. “Anyone who gets close to you, anyone who threatens you, will be dead by my hands, my claws. . . my teeth. I don’t fucking care how.”
He couldn’t have said anything more perfect, and he probably didn’t even know it. “Fuck me already.”
His cock slid into her with a roughness and intensity that pressed her against the hard rock, thoroughly trapping her. She could tell this was going to be a hard fuck, a true show of dominance. Frank would never hurt her, but he sure as hell was going to prove that she belonged to him.
She reached out, gripping the far edge of the rock for purchase as his thrusts forced her to her toes. Rough hands slid under her shirt and splayed across her back, as if he couldn’t touch enough of her before settling under her thighs, lifting and spreading her further.
