Page 49 of Eat You Alive (Court Legacy 4)

It was like my name in her mouth. My real name and not a moniker I made her and everyone else call me. The name Wolf had always been a football thing, but until this year, I hadn’t gone by it exclusively. It’d only been after I came back and after everything I’d gone through that I started to use it all the time. I was the wolf. Untouchable.

Unbreakable.

My arms cradled above Fawn, easing up on her. She wasn’t something I was trying to possess or claim, and that scared me more than what was happening. I didn’t want her to be real to me or anything outside of a thought from afar.

Thoughts from the past…

Kissing her harder, I forced out images of her, other thoughts I had of her, connections… This girl and I were bound more than she probably even knew, and I was aware of that.

My hand had hers over my hip, and I turned on my back, letting her get on top of me.

Christ.

Her chest rose and fell, those nipples so tight, pink. I tweaked them before forcing my face between them again, my hand in her hair.

Stop this. Stop this.

I couldn’t, really freaking drugged here. This girl had me fucking fragile.

Weak.

“Ares, please.” My name again, her hands on my shirt. She wanted me to take it off, but I fought her.

I sucked her harder instead, her pants picking up.

“Ares, I can’t… I…”

A sick pleasure came over me as I undid her, played with her. It was like in the library, and Wells had been doing that same shit to her former roommate. I’d like to say my buddies and I never fucked our partners within feet of each other before but that’d be a lie. In high school, we used to take conquests into the computer lab.

Fawn wasn’t a conquest. She was a challenge, yes, but that wasn’t what went down in the library. It was like Iwantedto please her, be everything for her, so she did fall apart for me.

A dangerous thought, that. So many dangerous thoughts as I reached between us and rolled my shirt off. My abs worked as I brought her against me, and at the sight of them, Fawn’s hands touched down. I thought she’d go for them first. Chicks always did.

I wished she would have.

I wished her hands touched anywhere else but the tat on my hip. It was so small and could only be seen because I did have my jeans low, open.

Her fingers traced the flower there, something she obviously hadn’t noticed before when I nutted off on her tits.

I would have noticed.

I would have noticed her studying it, and I’d made sure she hadn’t that day. I’d kept my hand strategically placed when I jerked off.

She wasn’t supposed to see it.

Well, she had now, and when her hands did move to my abs, her attention away, I released a breath.

I jerked her to me.

My hand in her hair, I kissed the shit out of this girl. All this was nothing more than a casual fuck, a taste. I did this, and I’d get this girl out of my head.

I’d make sure of it.

I forced her jeans down, my hands over her ass, and it took everything in me not to turn her on her stomach and bite that shit. I knew what she had back there from her bathing suit, and that might undo me.

Control. Control.

It felt like it was fleeting. The noises she was making were sending me over the edge, making me crazy. I bit her lip once I had her naked, my jeans the only thing between us.

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