Page 37 of Stealthy as a Wolf

The sensations were both too much and not enough.

Hands grabbed my hips, stilling my movements, and my wolf growled at being denied. Claws snapped through the tips of my fingers and pierced the mattress.

The loss of control was enough to snap me out of my haze, and I froze.

Terrified that I might harm either of them, I tried to wiggle free. But before I could escape, the grip on my hips tightened hard enough to leave bruises. I bucked, almost broke free, but found myself pinned between them when Boone’s full weight came to rest along my back. His hands trailed down my arms, then settled around my wrists, effectively shackling me. His grip was firm, but not hard enough to bruise.

“You’re panicked.” Burke’s grip tightened, taking care not to bruise me. “We’ll release you, but you have to promise not to run. It’s not safe to leave the hotel. Promise me, and I’ll let you go.”

Nope, not happening.

Their safety was my only priority, and the only sure way to keep them safe was distance.

I opened my mouth to demand they release me, but Burke read my intention before I had a chance to utter a single word. He reached up and clamped his hand over my mouth.

No matter how hard I twisted, the men held me firmly.

Trapping me.

Without hesitation, they used my greatest strength against me by muzzling my wolf. In my panic, it was all I could do not to tear into them…until I realized my wolf was calmly sitting in the corner, head tipped to the side in curiosity, and I swear to the fucking gods that she practically rolled her eyes at me.

“Now, don’t be doing that.” Burke frowned at me like I was the one being difficult. “We’ll let you go if you want, but not until you calm down.”

Unable to do anything else, I glared at him, barely resisting the urge to bite his hand.

There was a coldness in his eyes, a clinical look that made me believe he was telling the truth. I inhaled a stuttering breath, trying to calm myself, feeling both hot and cold at the same time, and grimaced when my skin tried to crawl off my body.

“I’m going to take my hand off your mouth so we can talk like adults.” His eyes narrowed, a spark in them hardening. “If you try to use your alpha voice, I swear that I will throw you over my knee and spank you. Got it?”

“Gahfroohgyuuslf.” My voice was muffled behind his hand, but judging from the way his brows arched in amusement, he had no trouble figuring out what I just said.

In response, he flexed his hips, his still hard cock rubbing against my core, and I sucked in a sharp breath. “Now why would I go fuck myself when your warm body is so eager for my touch?”

A growl vibrated in my chest as I glared down at the smug asshole.

What made it worse—he wasn’t wrong.

I really hated that I loved what their touch did to my body.

But for their safety, I couldn’t allow myself to weaken.

I reached for my wolf, but the bitch turned her back on me, her tail practically smacking me in the face. If I could physically reach her, I would strangle the mangy beast. As it was, I was left with no recourse but obey.

A chuckle came from Burke, like he was fucking enjoying having me helpless. “You’re so adorable, I bet you think I’ll mistake your compliance for acceptance. Nod if you agree to my terms.”

With images of dismembering him dancing in my head, I gave him a grudging nod.

He pursed his lips, searching my eyes, then slowly peeled his hand away. When I opened my mouth to blast him, he lifted up a single finger in warning. “Remember what will happen if you try anything.”

I gritted my teeth and snarled at him, “Let me go, you ass.”

He seemed amused by my sass, adjusting his hips as he settled himself more firmly between my thighs. “Now why on earth would I do that? I’m right where I want to be.”

I snorted at the absurdity. “Yeah, that’s why you couldn’t wait to leave me behind when we first met, like I was a piece of trash that was stinking up your space.”

Amusement vanished from his expression, and I’d never seen him look so serious. “As you’ve no doubt guessed, I am a bit of an ass. But at least I can admit when I’m wrong.”

I snorted, hating that my outrage softened at his confession. Refusing to allow myself to weaken, I turned my head away to avoid his eyes. I would not be fooled into letting him use his deep voice and manly wiles to sway me. “Let me go.”

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