Page 81 of Eat You Alive (Court Legacy 4)

I kissed his back, unable to help it, that scar so close. He’d had some kind of surgery, and I didn’t know what it was, but I didn’t care.

I just wanted him to feel better.

My hands roamed, pressing my naked flesh against his. It was crazy, but this guy and I fit together so well. Even with as big and solid as he was.

His chest lifted, heavy breaths again. He got one of my hands, and soon, he laced them. He eased them onto his hip, making me grip him there, bone, muscle.

My palm heated, and my other moved to his dick. I fisted him, and a low noise vibrated into my cheek, my nose. I kissed his back again, and he turned around.

His pupils had dilated, and I could barely see them through all his hair. His thick curls shrouded his face.

He approached, our hands still laced. The tattoo on his hip shifted with his strides, a single line drawing. Without knowing, I’d just had my hand there. He had a line drawing of a wild flower.

Wolf pinched my chin, playing with it. Something of a debate was in his eyes, but he craned his body to meet me halfway.

And the kiss he gave me…

So soft, full. I didn’t evenknowhe could kiss this way, and when I eased my arms around his neck, he picked me up.

The groan from his hungry lips fell into my mouth, my feet literally off the floor when he pressed me into the shower. Whatever he’d done to his back obviously was a thing of the past because he never, not once, had issues picking me up. He was always so strong.

“Let me inside,” he said, his hand between my legs. His fingers played at my opening, and my mouth fell open. “I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone after you.”

That was one thing I hadn’t asked, if he’d been with anyone else while faking things with me. In the past, I would have told myself I didn’t care what he did outside of our fake relationship, but that’d be a lie.

I did care. I caredsomuch about him.

“Please,” I ached, widening my legs. “Please. I’m on birth control, and I’m clean too.”

My recent history with all that had been pretty dry anyway, and I couldn’t eventhinkabout anything before this.

I couldn’t think of anyone before him.

This felt so real, was feelingreal. I wanted to fight it. I wanted to hate it, but as Wolf hiked me against the wall and spread me wide, all I could do was let him angle inside. I wanted him.

I fucking needed him.

When I cried out, he caught my lips, wrapping my legs around him, his dick tunneling,ripping. He was so goddamn big, but the hurt burned just as good as the pleasure.

“Red, fuck.” He kissed me, fucking me. He let me hold on while he pressed his hands to the wall. “How are you everything?”

The words felt so real, raw. They danced something warm in my chest, but I wasn’t strong enough to think over what that was. Heath had said dealing with Legacy was heartache, and he wasn’t fucking wrong.

I hated that he wasn’t wrong.

I held on to Wolf for dear life. Like I could flip the script. Like I could make this real. A desperate attempt backing me, I let him fuck me like I was his.

And he was mine.

My fingers buried into his hair, I kissed everything I could find. I tongued his shoulders, tasted his neck. My brain was seeking something only he could fill, and I didn’t care that it was only fleeting.

“You feel so good.” He hugged me, gasping like he needed me too. “How is it possible? How are you…”

For some reason, what he said pricked something at my eyes. He had a desperation in his voice, and it felt like it matched mine. Like he was trying to make this last.

When I knew it never could.

Wolf and I were a game and always had been. This was reality.

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