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96 What a bold little wolf
96 What a bold little wolf
Damien
What the hell was wrong with me?
This wasn’t who I was. I wasn’t the kind of man who noticed women. I wasn’t the kind who lingered in another pack because of one. I wasn’t the kind who would step out of the shadows and risk exposing himself just to pull someone out of danger. I wasn’t the kind whose mind unraveled and whose body burned just because of a single woman.
And yet, right now, it felt like I was exactly that man.
My hand tightened around her waist, veins standing out beneath my skin as I fought for control. Her body was soft, pale, and fragile, and I didn’t want to hurt her. The thought alone irritated me more than it should have.
I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d been this close to a woman. Years, decades, maybe. And yet my body moved as if
it remembered everything, as if it had been waiting for this exact moment. It knew what it wanted, and it went for it with a hunger I couldn’t control.
A soft sound slipped from her lips.
“Nngh.”
The sound snapped me out of my thoughts.
I tilted her head with my other hand and deepened the kiss, pressing my weight into her without crushing her, my body caging hers against the bed. She clutched at my shoulder clumsily, as if my touch was affecting her far more than she wanted to admit.
For someone who carried herself with such confidence, who looked at the world like it qwed her nothing and she owed it even less, she felt impossibly small and delicate beneath me.
When she struggled for air, I pulled away from her lips and lowered my mouth to her neck instead.
Her reaction was immediate.
A breathless moan escaped her, her body shuddering beneath mine.
Necks were sensitive. I knew that. Still, I watched her through my lashes as I brushed my lips there, unhurried, and attentive, learning her reactions as if they mattered. And they did, far more than I was willing to admit.
Just then, I caught two different male scents clinging to her skin.
Something dark stirred in me at that realization.
I wanted to erase them, to replace them, to mark her with my presence so thoroughly that no one else would ever dare claim what was mine.
And that was the unsettling part, it wasn’t my wolf pushing me.
It was me.
I wanted her.
I didn’t understand it. I didn’t understand why I couldn’t push her out of my mind, why she lingered there like a pull I couldn’
t sever. Was it because she was different? Because she looked at me without fear, or worship? Because she had dared to sleep with the demons of the West? Or was it because she was one of the few I couldn’t read as easily as the rest?
I didn’t know.
What I did know was this, there was no turning back after tonight.
I brushed my teeth gently against her neck, not enough to mark her, then soothed the spot with my tongue. Her body trembled, breath uneven, heat radiating from her I could feel against my own skin.
I leaned up, letting my hair fall over my face, but I didn’t bother brushing it aside. I was too distracted to care.
My gaze stayed locked on her, drinking her in. One hand slid under her back, lifting her slightly off the bed, while the other grabbed at her dress. My fingers found the thin fabric, pulling hard, and it tore. Her eyes snapped to me, cheeks flushed crimson, but she didn’t say a word.
I wasn’t a gentle man, never had been, never would be. And I didn’t expect that to change now.
With a swift motion, I yanked the rest of her dress off and tossed it across the room. It landed in a heap on the floor, leaving her in only a short, white piece of clothing.
My fingers hooked into the edge of it, tugging it down easily, and just like that, she was completely naked before me.
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My jaw ticked, my eyes darkened, and I couldn’t look away.
She lay on the bed, white-and-black hair fanned across the sheets, her body perfectly exposed, curves like a work of art, nipples hard and aching, legs long and slim. And her eyes, gods, her eyes.
Most people looked down, avoided my gaze, especially women in situations like this. They were always shy, hesitant, and submissive, but not her. She didn’t look away. She held my gaze, steady, and unflinching, almost as if she was asking me, or worse, daring me to take what I wanted.
I couldn’t help it, the corner of my lips quirked up.
What a bold little wolf.
I leaned fully down, our faces inches apart. I could feel her breath against my lips. She instinctively looked down at my mouth, licking her own lips without even realizing it, as though she thought I was going to kiss her, but I didn’t.
I let the silence stretch between us, the heat almost suffocating. Every inch of her bare skin screamed for attention. Every shiver, every flash of her gaze, pulled at something inside me that I couldn’t ignore. She wasn’t just beautiful. She was fearless, bold, and dangerous in a way that made me want to dominate her completely.
My eyes flashed. One hand cupped her breast, holding her in place, and she flinched at my touch. Her sharp intake of breath was music to my ears, and before she could even protest, my mouth claimed her nipple, silencing her gasp with my groan.
“Oh gods” She moaned, wide-eyed and vulnerable. Her body was electric beneath me, every inch of her screaming for attention.
I wrapped my lips around her hardened nipple, sucking, biting lightly, flicking my tongue in ways that made her shiver and arch into me. Her hands clawed at the sheets, her thighs trembling, and I leaned in further, exploring every sensitive ridge of her skin. When it had turned a deep, needy red, I moved to the other side, my actions deliberate, making her writhe. The result was the same, perfectly flushed, and painfully sensitive. I looked up at her then, drinking in the sight of her trembling beneath me, chest heaving, lips parted, eyes dark with need.
I kissed my way down her chest, savoring each shiver that ran through her. My lips traced along her stomach, teasing, lingering over every twitch and gasp, until I was just above where she ached for me most.
I paused, looking up at her, catching the way her eyes darkened, glimmering with anticipation, and lust. My hand slid between her thighs, holding them apart, feeling her wetness soaking my fingers.
She was dripping for me.
Whether it was me or her heat, I didn’t care. I wanted it all, and I always got what I wanted.
I leaned in closer, letting my tongue sweep over her clit in one long lick. Her moan was loud, and her head fell back, exposing her neck. The way her hips jerked into my mouth, the way she tried to pull herself closer, sent a hunger through
Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, and I bit down gently on her thigh to make her gasp again. I lapped at her, relentless, savoring how her hips jerked, how her body trembled against me.
When I finally drew back just a fraction, she was panting, her chest rising and falling too quickly. Her eyes were hooded, her lips swollen, and her body shivering from the intensity I had brought her to. I looked down at her dripping clit, her cunt slick and glistening, and a slow, satisfied grin spread across my face.
I was far from finished.
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