Page 20 of The Weakest Wolf

A hickey is one thing. His hand between my legs is another matter entirely. I grab his wrist to stop him. “Leo, wait.”

He never stops sucking my throat. We shifters heal fast, at least twice as fast as a normal human, but with the way Leo is going to town, I’m going to be wearing a hickey for at least a week, regardless of shifter healing, if I don’t put a stop to this sooner rather than later.

I grab his hair and pry his head away.

“Why would you want me to stop? Let me make you feel good,” he groans before forcing his head right back.

The only way you can do that is by dropping dead.

“I know you can, but just slow down a little. This is too fast.”

Leo lifts his head. In the dark forests, north of the cabins, his hazel eyes narrow. “We’re here for one thing, sweetheart. Keep arguing and I might stop caring whether it’s good for you and just go for what’s good for me.”

And that right there is the Stone mentality through and through.

I cover my face with both hands. “I’m sorry,” I cry.

“You know how I feel about tears, Sierra,” he snaps. “Save them for when I’ve gone, or even better, save them for the next guy.”

“Please, Leo, I’ve never done this before. Please, don’t hurt me.”

Leo is silent for a beat. I feel his excitement grow. All guys want to be the first, and Leo is no exception. “Baby,” he cajoles, “you should’ve said.”

So you could’ve snuck into my cabin one night and raped me? Yeah, no thanks.

“I was so scared. And I… I didn’t want anyone else to know.” I lower my hands so I can meet his eyes. “I wanted you to be the first.”

He pulls his hand from my shorts, and an almost tender expression settles on his face. “Baby, I don’t want to hurt you. Just do what I say and it’ll be good for you. Promise.”

That’s when I know I have him.

His sole focus is now going to be on what’s waiting for him beneath my shorts, to the exclusion of all else.

My eyes widen with just the right amount of trust and anxiety. I know because it’s a look I practiced in my bathroom mirror. “It won’t hurt?”

Naked lust fills his eyes. “Not at all. And after, we’ll move you into my cabin and I’ll protect you.”

He’d fuck me until he had his fill, pull his trousers up, and walk away without a second look back if I let things play out to their natural end.

“You promise?”

He lowers his head. “I’ll do anything to protect you,” he murmurs. Just before his lips touch mine, I turn my head so he kisses my cheek instead.

Before he can suspect my heart isn’t in this forest fuck, I wrap my arms around him. “I knew I could count on you. I was so scared hiding what I was all this time.”

“Sure thing. Now, where were we?” His lips return to my throat, and one hand paws at my other breast.

I go back to concentrating so I can shift my hand into the claws that will kill him.

As a submissive wolf, it’s something I shouldn’t be able to do. Only the most dominant wolves can force a partial change like the one I’ve spent years practicing.

Control, anger, and the agreement of your wolf count for a lot. Even then, it still wasn’t easy.

As the third most dominant in the pack, Leo can do it. He served as an enforcer to the old alpha who killed Dad. Through the window of my cabin, I watched as he and the others dragged my mom out to die.

For all that he has pretty eyes and spends most of his nights in town picking up women, he’s dangerous. So dangerous that I have to get him nice and distracted before I strike.

The change happens slowly. I feel my wolf’s presence rise from deep inside me where she hides, lending me more and more of her strength. Shifting my focus from the night sky to my hand, I watch the fingers on my right hand lengthen and curve into claws.

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