Page 42 of Obsessed Wolf Daddy

"No kidding," I reply dryly. Watching her shoulders sag does something to my insides. I step closer to her, trying to ignore Terrance's lingering scent. "Did he hurt you? Tell me."

She shakes her head, and relief floods my system. "He was angry, though. It's weird…he's so angry about you." She blushes. "About you and me."

I pull her against me, and she molds against my body as if she's made to be there. "This," I say, stroking her back, "is fuck all to do with him or anyone else. I'll get onto Diego immediately. Terrance should be nowhere near the town, I knew this pack-led punishment wasn’t harsh enough. He's a fool for even trying it. If I see him, I'll—"

"Wait," she says, looking up at me, "there's something else. He took my laptop. My entire project is on there. I need to call him and get it back."

"Call him? Are you fucking serious?" I grit out. "I'll buy you a new laptop. This is about your safety."

Saffy suddenly stands and starts pacing. "You don't understand. I was so stupid, I downloaded my entire programonto an unencrypted memory stick. Terrance has the whole thing. I was going to present it to the R&D department. It's a really important program, and I—"

I can't believe she's more worried about her laptop and some college work than the fact that she has that boy's scent all over her. "I don't give a fuck about your laptop right now." I grab her hand, pulling her through the house and into the main bedroom. She gasps slightly as I pull her into the bathroom and switch the shower on. "I can't even talk. I can smell him all over you."

I start stripping her clothes from her body, my eyes never leaving hers. I see the desire building in her gaze as I fall to my knees, kissing her inner thighs as I pull down her underwear with her jeans. "Cole," she gasps as I run my fingers through her folds and kiss my way back up her body.

Steam fills the room now, only taking the heat between us up a notch. I nudge her backward into my huge tiled shower, drenching us both under the double waterfall shower heads. I grab some of my shower gel and lather it, rubbing the creamy bubbles all over her body, enjoying how she trembles against me as my hands skim her hard nipples.

She seems to understand that I need this. Wordlessly, she looks down, taking in the sight of my hard cock flush against her belly. The need to dominate her is becoming too much, with my wolf demanding I take control.

My heart pounds in my chest as I push her down gently until her knees are resting on the cold, wet tiles of the shower floor. I take a deep breath, trying to ignore Terrance's lingering scent. With a growl, I grab her hair gently but firmly and hold her head steady while I slide my cock into her mouth.

She takes me deep, her throat working around me to accommodate the intrusion, and it only fuels my desire for her more. I can feel her struggling to take all of me, and I have tobrace one hand against the tiled wall to stop myself from driving in too hard, too fast. A moan escapes me as she begins to bob up and down. She is inexperienced, but it's so good. My hips buck, driving deeper into her throat with each thrust.

My hands roam over every inch of her body that I can reach as I fuck her face. One hand grips her hair tightly to control the pace while the other trails up to cup one of her breasts, teasing a hardened nipple, rolling and pinching it roughly. Her whimpers only add to my growing arousal.

Desperate for more, I lift her off the ground, wrapping her legs around my waist as I press her against the cold tiles and thrust my hips hard, sinking into her hot, tight channel in one thrust as she cries out. Her wetness is heavenly, and my shaft slides in all the way. I groan as her tight heat grips me. Arching my back, I brace my hand on the wall and begin to fuck her hard.

"Fuck," I mutter, biting my bottom lip as she takes me deep inside her. My eyes lock with hers, seeing the desire and passion burning brightly. "You're so fucking tight."

Her velvet walls pulse around me, milking my cock with each powerful thrust. The sound of slapping skin fills my ears as the warm water cascades over us. Droplets of water rain down our bodies as we become lost in our primal dance.

I lean down and capture her lips in a bruising kiss, my fangs descending as need takes over. Thrusting harder into her slick heat, I'm on the edge of losing myself to my beast. My tongue tangles with hers as I take what I need from her mouth, groaning into the kiss when she matches me stroke for stroke.

Behind my passion is the lingering, nagging fear that something could have happened to her today. Even as my orgasm builds, I'm still driven by the overwhelming need to crush Terrance. I know my thrusts are hard, my wolf demanding the only kind of control that offers any semblance of peace.

Complete submission.

Saffy seems to understand, her movements matching my frantic need. I can feel her channel fluttering around my cock, and I know she's close.

"Come for me, Saf,” I growl. “Come on my cock."

Groaning against my neck, she squeezes her thighs tightly around me, taking me to the hilt. I'm so close now, so close to losing myself completely in this moment. To claiming her as mine forever. My hands move down to grip her ass cheeks firmly, lifting her as I slam into her again and again, feeling her wet heat envelop me each time. We're both panting now, our breath coming out in ragged gasps almost indistinguishable from the other's.

And then, she screams my name—it's like music to my ears—and her body explodes around mine as I spill inside her tight body, thrusting through my own orgasm until there's nothing left.

It's only as the fog of pleasure begins to clear that I realize my fangs are still buried in the soft curve of her neck. I withdraw them gently, licking and kissing the wound I left there as the tiny puncture marks begin to close.

I rest my head against hers. "He's never getting near you again," I rasp, my voice strangely thick with emotion. "You're mine."

She nods, her body appearing more fragile than ever as I hold her against my own. I try to get her to stay the night as we dry off, but she discovers a host of missed calls from Tanya and Zack. I offer to call myself and explain she's staying with me, but she's not keen on revealing our relationship to Zack in such a forthright manner. I point out that the moment she leaves, I'm calling Diego to inform him of Terrance's activity in the town, and I'm not going to hold back from explaining my feelings on the subject.

When Saffy heads back to Zack's, my wolf feels calmer. Clearer. My bond with Saffy is true, and she sees it, too. She still seems upset about her project being taken, but I don’t have time to worry about some college work. Besides, I intend to keep her close, knowing she's got a bright future in the industry. She barely even needs a college degree now.

I think back to what Carmela said about Saffy being too young, and it's true—she's worrying about a laptop and some project when she could have been seriously hurt. That's naive. But Carmela's wrong about everything else. Saffy is my perfect match. My mate. My connection with her is beyond anything I've ever felt.

After over an hour on a call with Diego, I'm reminded why I can never submit to pack life completely. While I understand Diego’s like family to Zack and Saffy, my wolf doesn't take kindly to others interfering with my growing bond with Saffy. And all Diego seemed intent on doing was interfering. The only thing we fully agreed on was that Terrance needs caging in his own pack land. Diego assured me the matter would be taken care of, and when we hung up, he was driving out to see Terrance's alpha.

From his tone, I suspect that will be the end of the matter. However, he gave me permission to challenge Terrance if I ever see him near Saffy again.

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