Page 33 of Operation Wolf: Eli
“Maybe I should turn myself in,” I said with a defeated sigh. “It would save everyone a lot of time and trouble, and you would be free to go on with your own—”
He had me up against the wall before I could finish my sentence, his fingers digging painfully into my shoulders. “Don’t ever even think of saying that again,” he said with eyes glowing gold. “I’m not turning you in, not after all we’ve been through in getting this far.”
“You’re hurting me,” I cried out, my eyes stinging from the bruising force of his grip. Fear clawed at my throat from seeing the blazing fury in his eyes. I knew it wasn’t all from him, but from the wolf within him as well.
Instantly, his grip relaxed, and the gold glow in his eyes faded, replaced by the normal whites of his eyes and his clear blue irises. “I’m sorry,” he muttered, glancing away in shame. “I didn’t mean to get carried away like that. It’s just . . . I can’t bear to lose you.”
“Eli.” Aching, I moved into his arms, wrapping my arms around his waist and pulling him close to me. “Look, I shouldn’t have reacted like that. It’s just that this is way too hard sometimes.”
“I know.” Pulling back, he stroked my cheek with his thumb, gazing down at me with a tender expression that sent warmth flooding through me, straight from the center of my body. “You know I love you, right?”
“Yes.” I placed my hand over his and squeezed it. My eyes filled with tears that threatened to spill at any moment. “I love you, too.”
“Do you trust me?” he asked.
There was something stark and raw in his tone that made me pause, but I forced myself to move past it. He’d never given me any real reason to doubt him. My mind wandered back to the time when we were teens and I thought it would be exciting and cool to try my hand at shoplifting. I’d pocketed some jewelry even though I had the money to pay for it, and before they caught me, Eli had grabbed me, shoving the jewelry into his pocket, and said, “Olivia, I got this. Trust me.” He took the blame for the theft and spent six weeks in juvenile detention for something I did. So, when he said, “Trust me,” I did, because he’d always had my back.
“Of course I do,” I said, rising up on my toes to kiss his lips. “Always.”
He pressed me back up against the wall again, but this time, I welcomed it. Welcomed the way his palms flattened against the wall on either side of my face, protectively hemming me in as he kissed me with a passion that seared the very core of my being. The embers of desire in my belly that were ever-present when he was around suddenly burst into flames, and I hooked my legs around his waist, drawing him closer to my burning center. His tongue delved between my lips to tangle with mine, and I clutched at his shoulders as we battled for control, neither of us able to give in or get enough of the other.
“Fuck me,” I whispered against his lips. “Right here. Right now. I want to feel you inside me.”
“Shit. Yes,” he rasped, untangling my legs from around his waist so he could pop the button on my jeans. He slid his fingers inside to touch my folds. A moan escaped my lips as he slid one finger and then two inside me.
“Yes,” I whispered, rocking my hips against his. “I need more.”
“There’s always more,” he said, pushing my jeans and panties down to the floor and hooking one of my ankles around his waist to give him better access.
Using his left hand, he slipped two fingers back into my pussy, and I gasped as he hit my sweet spot.
“You’re so damn sexy,” he growled, slowly sliding his fingers in and out of me. “Do you like it?”
“Oh yes,” I wailed, leaning my head against the wall.
His eyes were glowing gold again, the way I’d noticed they always did when he was particularly aroused, and their feral gleam thrilled me right down to my toes. It was somehow both humbling and empowering, and I’d never experienced anything like it.
“Damn, you’re so wet.”
He used the thumb on his other hand to stroke my clit as he continued finger-fucking me, and I thought my body was going to explode from sheer pleasure.
He pressed a finger against my lips. “Taste. Now.”
I opened my mouth to lick my juices off his thumb, the taste of my pussy on his finger extremely erotic. His eyes darkened as I continued to suck on his thumb, sliding my tongue along the side of the digit and then flicking the tip like I would his hard cock, and he growled before returning his finger to my clit.
“Come now,” he demanded, grinding his thumb against the sensitive nub.
He used his other fingers to apply pressure to my sweet spot, and I exploded in a wave of mind-numbing bliss, crying out incoherently. The pleasure seemed to last for minutes, and I was dimly aware of being picked up. The next thing I felt was the cold shock of the granite island countertop against my ass before he thrust his rock-hard cock inside me.
“Yes!” I cried out, hooking my ankles around him as I leaned back.
Looking up, I lost myself in the gold glow of his wolf eyes as he fucked me hard and fast. My body vibrated with the speed and force of his thrusts. I panted, trying to match his hip thrusts with my own, but he was inhumanly fast, and I had no choice but to simply hang on for the rough ride.
“Damn. You have such beautiful breasts,” he growled, reaching down and squeezing them both with his hands.
I moaned, arching my back into his touch as he flicked his thumbs across my nipples.
“Can I come on them?”
