Page 25 of Forsaken Fate

Theo shrugged. “Both.”

I leaned back against the window, putting precious distance between us. “Well, I just said I don’t want to talk about them anymore but maybe this last thing. You asked me here because then I get to be your final fuck you to Grayson.”

“Sure,” Theo said and that surprised me. I guess a part of me thought he’d deny it. “But I think you pretty much made that statement all by yourself the other night.”

“Why do you hate him so much?” I asked.

Theo stood up and came to me. I had to crane my neck to keep eye contact. He was so close, less than an inch from me and I could feel his body heat. He leaned down and put his lips against my ear. “Why don’t you hate him more? Or maybe you do. Maybe that’s why you’re here. And Brynna ... I’m okay with that too. But for someone who said she wanted to change the subject, you’re doing a shitty job of it. Now, I really don’t want to talk about it; let’s try something to distract you.”

Then he kissed me. A light touch in the space between my ear lobe and the curve of my neck. My skin rippled in goose flesh, and I was cold everywhere he wasn’t touching me.

And it worked. I didn’t want to talk anymore.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and guided Theo’s lips to mine. The other night when we touched it was quick and fevered, fraught with the risk of discovery. Part of me convinced myself that’s why I did it. For the thrill. It wasn’t true. Tonight, there was no one here but the two of us and the world might be a million miles away and I found myself wanting him even more. He kissed me hot and slow, probing my mouth with his tongue and I opened my mouth for him. It was an old-fashioned make-out like I hadn’t had since I was a teenager and sparked the same forbidden arousal. I felt my knees go a little weak. When he finally pulled away, he left me panting for him like some wild thing.

Wild. I wanted it. It occurred to me that this was the wrong place to be. Theo longed for the woods. The wilds. I wanted that too. I wanted to see him go completely feral. I wanted to run my hands through his wolf’s thick fur. See him hunt.

“I want to look at you,” he said. “All of you. God, Brynna, that’s all I’ve wanted to do since the second I saw you.”

I knew what he meant and felt it too. The other night had been hurried and hot. I had him inside me, but we’d kept our clothes on. The promise of what lay under them had been on my mind as well. I peeled off my tuxedo jacket and let it fall to the floor.

“I want to see all of you too,” I said as I stepped around Theo and the bed; stopping in the center of the room I turned back to him.

“You first,” Theo said. He sat on the edge of the bed again, facing me. “Strip for me, Brynna. Let me look at you.”

I cocked my head and smiled. I wasn’t a virgin, but I hadn’t had that many partners –just two before Theo. This was the first time any man had ever asked me to do that.

I reached down and slipped off my black pumps, then my hands went to the buttons on my jeans, and I slid those down slowly. Theo kept his eyes on me, watching my every move. He didn’t tell me, but I knew what he wanted. I started with my top; dragging my thin tank top over my head I cast it aside. I stood before him now in my black lace bra and matching thong. A sultry smile curved the corners of his full mouth, and a flash of heat ran through me thinking of how it would feel on my skin.

“Start with your bra,” Theo said. A thrill went through me at the forcefulness of his tone and that surprised me. I came here for a night of freedom, I thought. But the idea of letting Theo take control ignited a dark desire I didn’t know I had.

You belong to him!

The answer sprang into my mind unbidden. No. I couldn’t give into such thoughts. This was physical. Nothing more. I could never let it be more. Still, I ached for his teeth. My hand flew to the back of my neck. I was on fire there. Craving his bite.

My Alpha!

My fingers shook a little as I worked the delicate clasp between my breasts. Slowly, I peeled the sheer fabric away from my shoulders, exposing that part of me to Theo’s inspection. My breasts felt heavy as they sprang free; my nipples stood on end from my growing arousal and the hotel air conditioner.

I took a step toward him, intending to straddle his lap. The chill in the air had me shivering and I wanted to be close to him.

“Not yet,” Theo said, “I want to see the rest of you first.” Again, heat flared through me, settling between my legs at the command in his voice. Yes. I wanted this. I took one step back and pulled at the thin bands of lace at my hips, dragging my panties down until they fell to my ankles. I kicked them away.

Now, I was completely naked before Theo. The spark in his eye told me it still wasn’t enough to sate him. I knew what he was going to ask me – to demand of me – before he said it and I felt the first slow trickle of desire between my legs. When he said the words, I gasped but I knew I was already his.

“Show me,” he said. “Turn around and bend over, Brynna. I want to see all of you.”

I turned. With my feet planted slightly apart, I bent at the waist, reaching down, down; I clasped the back of my calves with my hands. Like this, I could hide nothing from Theo’s eyes. As he sat behind me, with me bent over for him, he had a perfect view of my most sensitive flesh. He could see how wet I was for him from just the sound of his voice. When he touched me, I knew I might melt. I wanted to. I wanted the sound of Theo’s voice and the burn of his touch to carry me far away.

“Now,” Theo said. His voice was ragged with his own growing desire and a hint of wolf. “Come here.”

Rising slowly on shaky legs, I turned and went to Theo. He looked up at me, his dark brown eyes hooded with lust and admiration. The flashed silver. His fangs dropped. He put his hands up, cupping my ass as he drew me toward him. I lifted myself on the bed so I straddled him. He was still fully clothed, but the hard rod of his cock pressed against my pussy. I felt wild; I resisted the urge to rub against him and my body shook from the strain of it.

But Theo would have none of that. He clamped his hands on my ass and thrust upward, spurring me on. He understood my urge and how I struggled to control it, but he wanted to drive me to it. Theo pushed me against him, guiding me into a pounding rhythm until he had pushed me past the point of control. It’s what he wanted. He had me grinding against the rough denim of his jeans and his rock-hard erection beneath it. It was dirty, wild and sinful. Theo had woken something primal in me without even taking off a stitch of his own clothes.

I was so close. I wanted to come then and there but Theo sensed that, too. Just before I felt the first cresting waves of a powerful orgasm, Theo tightened his grip on my hips and made me be still. I squirmed and groaned like the bitch in heat he had made of me. Theo reached up and flipped me in a move that was both forceful and gentle all at once. I landed on my back beneath him with my legs spread wide, still writhing from the pull of the orgasm he denied me.

“Not yet,” he said. Theo rose from the bed and stood over me. “Do you know how sexy you look like that? You’re made to fuck, aren’t you?”

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