Page 16 of The Strongest Wolf

“See. Trapped.”

“Sierra,” he breathes.

“You could do whatever you wanted to me, and I’d have no way to stop you.”

When his eyes flash and his wolf peers down at me, I know whatever conversation he was thinking we would have isn’t going to happen.

The human side of Galen might like it when I argue back and refuse to budge. But his wolf has always wanted me helpless beneath him. A part of me likes it, too. Not that I’d ever admit it to Galen.

There’s no doubt what part of me it is: my wolf.

If I let my wolf out, she would submit to him, even if the human side of me never will. Not because I don’t trust him. I do. But I can’t let myself be that vulnerable to anyone. Not even Galen. I would give him power over me, and if I did that even once… he would own me.

“Stop,” he whispers, his eyes locked to my lips and his breathing ragged.

He’s hovering on the edge. I read the need loud and clear, and I feel him straining to hold back from taking me hard. I’ve seen the look enough times to recognize it.

No matter what I tell him, he refuses to believe that he won’t hurt me. So he holds back. It isn’t often that I can get him to lose control, but this looks to be one of those rare times.

“Oh.” I angle my head a little to the side, giving him a glimpse of my neck. Once he nearly bit me. He wanted to do it so badly that his body trembled with need. But that was back in Dexter when he ordered me out of the farmhouse. It was the closest he’s come before, but I’ve seen a similar look in his eyes several times since. I know he still wants to bite me.

He won’t. Because no matter how hard I might push him, a bite would tie us together as mates—permanently.

The human side of Galen would never force a decision like that on me without us talking about it first. And if he ever did, he knows me well enough to know what I would do. Run. Regardless of how I feel about him—or how much it would kill me to walk away from him.

I feel the intensity of his gaze lock on my throat as he licks his lips. Every muscle in his chest, arms, and legs tightens against me, making a slow, burning ripple of anticipation sweep through me at the thought of what’s coming.

“Did you not want me?” I pause. “Or did you want to put me on my hands and knees so you can slide into my—”

With a feral growl, Galen’s control snaps.

His kiss is a brand, so hot and overwhelming that I can’t do anything but give myself up to it and him. Shifting his grip so he’s pinning both my wrists with one hand, material tears, and then my shirt is gone. I don’t wear panties to bed because I never wake up with them on in the morning. Or my t-shirt, for that matter.

I slide my legs around his hips, arching closer to him as I moan into his mouth.

One hard thrust and he fills me to overflowing. I hold still as my body ripples around his, eyes closed, the thick length of him almost too much to take. He’s stretching me, lodged so deep. Tilting my head back at the intense pressure, I whimper.

His lips touch the corner of mine. “Baby?” His breathing is harsh, his chest rubbing against my beaded and aching nipples as he fights for breath. He’s trembling as he holds himself back to make sure I’m okay. That he hasn’t hurt me. The way he always does.

I peel my eyes open. “Galen.” I let him see my need for him, something I would never do unless it was just us like this. “I…need you.”

It’s the closest I’ve come to telling him how I feel. How Ireallyfeel.

His eyes burn before he lowers his head, and his lips brush against my throat.

At the heated stroke of his tongue against me, I gasp as my muscles clench tight around him, drawing a ragged groan from him.

“You’re mine,” he whispers against my skin. When he lifts his head, I know what he wants the second before he speaks. “Say it.”

I hesitate.

He eases his hips back before driving into me, a powerful lunge that touches the end of me. So hard that the headboard slams into the wall. I moan.

“Tell me, Sierra, and I’ll give you what you want.” His lips brush against mine at the last word, drawing another whimper from me because I want him like that again. Hard, desperate, with so much need it nearly drives me out of my mind.

But I don’t say the words. I can’t. He holds still, buried so deep inside me that I feel every pulse and throb. My body slowly adjusts to his size. It’s not enough. I need him to move, but he gazes down at me as if he’s prepared to wait forever.

I tried to control him before. Now, with the pressure building within me, heating me from the inside out as I squirm beneath him, it’s his turn. “Sierra?”

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