Page 75 of Tell Me Why
“On the bed,” I repeat, clearing my throat.
Is ithotin here? Jesus.
With a low growl that vibrates through the air, he climbs onto the bed and settles back against the pillows, one arm tucked behind his head lazily. Even in submission, he drips with self-assured confidence, like a wolf allowing you to approach,ifyou’re brave enough. But at any moment, that docile compliance could evaporate, and he could bare his teeth.
It’s stupid, but that sense of danger only makes me want him more…
“Now what?” he asks, those beautiful lips curled into a teasing smile. He’s testing me, maybe. Going along with this just to see what I’ll do, how far I’ll take it.
Our gazes lock as I unbutton my jeans and slide them down my legs, my panties coming off with them. With electricity pulsing through me, I crawl onto the bed and straddle his thighs, our bare skin meeting, creating a spark of heat.
Sitting back on my heels, I study the hard planes of his body. His eyes darken as he watches me, waiting, that signature conceit temporarily quieted.
“Now,” I whisper, my hand trailing down his chest, the rapid thunder of his heart beating beneath my fingertips, “I teach this hound how to obey…”
CHAPTERTHIRTY-TWO
Christian
I hate to admit it,but Eve straddling my thighs, taking the reins, is sexy as hell. I’ve spent my entire life controlling the world around me, but with Eve, I don’t know—there’s trust and an unexpected thrill that comes with letting go…
Eve sits back on her heels, hands on her thighs, watching me carefully. My eyes drift to the CW carved into her hip—mymark on her skin. The wound has already started healing, light pink lining the edges, a reminder of exactly who she belongs to...
“Take your cock in your hand…” she says calmly.
“You want me to jerk off?” My eyes move up to her round, heavy tits. Her tight nipples are a delicious dusky pink. “Seems like a waste to me. I’d rather it be your mouth.”
She scowls down at me.
“Fine.” I curl my hand around my shaft and stroke upward. “But I’m warning you now—at a certain point, I won’t be able to stop myself…”
“Stop yourself from doing what…?” she asks, pinching her own nipple.
“From pinning you down and fucking you raw…” I answer.
My hips lift slightly as I pleasure myself, fist sliding up my shaft, then back down again in one smooth, fluid motion. Usually, I’d have some kind of lubricant to ease the strokes, but I don’t plan on doing this for long. Just enough to wet her appetite.
Her gaze is fixed on my cock as I slowly pump, my eyes never leaving her face. I study every shift in her expression—the way her bright whiskey-colored eyes widen, the way her cheeks flush. The way she licks her bottom lip while she watches me stroke my own cock. And, fuck, the way she’s looking at me—with hunger and fascination—it sets my blood on fire. There’s something about this girl that makes me want to fucking devour her. Punish her.Worshipher.
I swear to God, Eve Savano will be the death of me.
A flash of pink tongue darts out again as she wets her bottom lip, her back arching, pushing her breast into her own hand. My brain short-circuits. I can’t fucking think straight. My mind is clouded with the clawing need to fuck this girl. Nothing else exists. Right now, it’s just Eve, me, and the wild, messy, toxic chemistry that’s been pulling at us both since the moment our eyes locked in psych class.
As she watches me, I can’t help but wonder what she’s thinking. Does she realize the power she holds over me?
“Do you want this cock inside you?” I ask, watching the way her lips part slightly, the way her breath catches when I speak…”Tell me, Eve. Do you like being filled with my cum?”
“Shut up,” she says, her hand moving to her pussy. “Don’t speak.”
A low chuckle bubbles up from my chest as I watch her. She’s trying so hard, fighting the tension that’s building up inside her as she grinds her pussy against my thigh, her body starving for release.
And each shallow breath just pulls that tension tighter, like a rubber band, ready to snap. “You feel it, don’t you?” I whisper, stroking slowly. “That insane pull between us…”
Eyes snapping in anger, she grabs my face and squeezes. “I told you to shut the fuck up,” she whispers harshly before taking my bottom lip between her teeth, biting down so hard, I taste blood.
I groan at the sharp pain, but the little she-wolf doesn’t let go, and that breaks something inside me. My self-control finally shatters, unleashing a rush of savage, feral need that quickly takes over.
I have her on her back in seconds, before she even realizes what’s happening. My hips pin her down to the mattress, and I have her wrists in my hand, lifting them over her head, making her struggles pointless.
