Page 61 of The Weakest Wolf

As he presses more of his weight over me, I curl my legs around his hips and do something I’ve wanted to do since I first saw him.

I lift my hands and stroke the hard muscle on his arms, up his shoulders, lightly scratching the warm skin with my nails.

His lips hover over mine as if he’s waiting for me to stop him. I should. I’ve never had what I wanted. All I’ve done is survive. Every day. For years. Just once I want to forget all the things I’ve done and all the things I still need to do.

Today I want to feel something more than pain, hurt, and rage.

Something good.

So I pull Galen toward me. Our lips touch, and I do what I refused to do before. I part my lips and let him in.

Tightening my arms and legs around him, I draw him even closer as his tongue explores my mouth. We both groan. He grips me, holding me still, and eases back.

A moment later, he surges forward, driving every last inch of him deep inside.

I don’t move. Every muscle feels tight enough to snap. But I keep still, and I swallow back my scream at the sharp burn between my legs.

Galen breaks our kiss. His gaze searches my face with an intensity I can feel, but I don’t open my eyes.

His fingers brush sweat-dampened hair from my face. “Sierra?”

“What?”

“Open your eyes, little wolf.”

If I could keep my eyes closed forever, I would. But because I can't, and because it's clear what he's just realized by the shock I hear in his voice, I open them. “Yeah?”

He doesn’t speak for a long time. The heat hasn’t left his eyes, but now there’s shock too. Surprise. “You’re a virgin.”

I shrug as if it’s no big deal. “So what?”

He continues to stare down at me as if he doesn’t believe it. In the silence, the burn begins to ease. “So what?” he echoes in disbelief.

“I thought you knew what you were doing here.”

His eyebrow goes up even higher. “And what makes you think I don’t?”

“You’re not moving. Or do your talents begin and end with your tongue?” I ask.

When his lips quirk, I regret my hasty words. “Those are dangerous words to say to an alpha,” he murmurs. “It almost sounded like a challenge.”

“Did it?” I smile, hoping it’ll distract him from asking me questions I don’t want to answer. Like what I was doing with Leo if we weren’t fucking.

His gaze dips to my mouth. Deep inside me, I feel him harden. “It did. And any wolf should know you don’t go up against an alpha.”

Sharp pain fades into a distant memory as a warm heat spirals through me. Now I need him to move. “Or what?”

He withdraws a couple of inches, and I suck in a sharp breath. He stops moving. “You changed your mind about that challenge, little wolf because once I get started…” His voice trails off.

I swallow hard at the intensity in his eyes, because it’s warning me that I’m in for a ride. Likely a hard one. “Why? You don’t think you can deliver?”

Shaking his head, a smile settles on his lips. Not the half-smile, or a taunting one. A new smile that I haven’t seen before. I don’t know why, but it fills me with panic and hope. “You really are something,” he murmurs, an odd note in his voice.

“Well, this something is about to die of old age waiting for you to—”

Galen doesn’t let me finish.

He pulls out almost all the way before he slams deep and hard into me.

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