Page 8 of Billionaire Wolf Needs a Fixer (My Grumpy Werewolf Boss #5)

LEVI

The sun hadn't even risen yet, but I was already wide awake, pacing restlessly. Krista's scent lingered in the air, even though she was downstairs, probably already buried in work. My wolf let out a low, rumbling growl that echoed in the silence of my room. It wanted her. It wanted to claim her, to protect her, to keep her close. But I didn't know what I wanted. The wolf snarled, disgusted at the weakness of my human side.

I threw the covers off and stalked to the window, staring out at the dark horizon. The mansion grounds were quiet, the kind of quiet that felt heavy, like the calm before a storm. The threat of Dante loomed over us, growing more dangerous by the day, and the weight of it pressed on my chest like a stone. But it wasn't just Dante. It was her. Krista. She was in the middle of this mess because of me, and the thought of her getting hurt because of my mistakes made my gut churn.

I needed to do something, anything to burn off this restless energy. I grabbed my workout gear and headed for the training room. Garrett was already there, hitting a punching bag. He glanced up as I walked in, his expression unreadable.

"Couldn't sleep?" he asked, his voice as steady as ever.

I grunted in response, pulling on my gloves. "Let's spar."

Garrett raised an eyebrow but didn't argue. He stepped onto the mat, and we fell into a rhythm, our movements fluid and practiced. But even as I threw punches and dodged his strikes, my mind wasn't in it. It kept drifting back to Krista, to the way she'd looked last night after training with Garrett, her hair messy, her cheeks flushed, her eyes bright with determination. She'd been relentless, refusing to back down even when he'd knocked her to the mat. She was fearless, and it drove me crazy.

He landed a solid hit to my ribs, snapping me out of my thoughts. I stumbled back, glaring at him. "What the hell was that for?"

"You're distracted," he said, crossing his arms. "What's going on?"

I hesitated, my jaw clenching. Garrett wasn't just my security team; he was one of the few people I trusted implicitly. But this was different. This was personal.

"It's nothing," I muttered, but Garrett wasn't buying it.

"It's Krista," he said, his tone annoyingly matter-of-fact. "You're thinking about her."

I didn't respond, but I didn't need to. Garrett smirked, looking far too smug for his own good.

"I knew it," he said, shaking his head. "You're in deep, boss."

"I'm not in anything," I snapped, but even as the words left my mouth.

Garrett gave me a look, one that said he saw right through my bullshit. "You can lie to yourself all you want, but you can't lie to your wolf. It chose her. She's your mate, Levi. You can't fight that."

"I'm not fighting anything," I growled, turning away from him. "I'm trying to keep her safe."

"Safe from what? Dante? Or safe from you?"

I froze, his words hitting harder than I wanted to admit. Safe from me. Was that really what I was afraid of? That she'd get too close, that she'd see the monster I really was, and she'd run? Or worse, that I'd hurt her without meaning to?

"You're an idiot," Garrett said, his voice cutting through my thoughts. "She's not going anywhere. And you're not a monster."

I turned back to him, my fists clenched at my sides. "You don't know that."

"I've gotten to know her," Garrett said, his tone firm. "And I know you. You're not going to scare her off, Levi. But if you keep pushing her away, you're going to lose her. And trust me, that's a hell of a lot scarier than whatever you're afraid of."

I didn't respond, but Garrett's words lingered in my mind long after he'd left the training room. I showered and changed, the restlessness still gnawing at me as I made my way to the kitchen. The scent of coffee led me to Krista, who was already seated at the counter island, her laptop open in front of her. She looked up as I walked in, her warm brown eyes meeting mine. For a moment, I just stood there, drinking in the sight of her. She was wearing a simple maroon sweater and loose jeans, her hair was pulled back into a messy bun with an elastic. To anyone else, she might have looked casual and unassuming. But to me, she was everything.

"Morning," she said softly but with a cheerful lilt to her voice, as if she didn't have a care in the world. As if she wasn't in the middle of a life-or-death situation because of me.

"Morning," I replied, my voice coming out rougher than I intended. I grabbed a mug from the cabinet and poured myself a cup of coffee, my movements stiff and mechanical.

"Sleep well?" she asked, her tone light, but I could hear the underlying concern in her voice.

"Not really," I admitted, leaning against the counter. I took a sip of coffee, the bitterness grounding me.

Krista's gaze lingered on me, and I could feel her studying me, trying to piece together the puzzle of my mood. She was too perceptive for her own good, and it was both a blessing and a curse.

"Anything I can help with?" she asked finally.

I shook my head, refusing to meet her eyes. "No. Just work stuff."

She nodded, but I could tell she didn't believe me. She never did. Instead of pressing, she turned back to her laptop, her fingers moving quickly over the keyboard. I watched her for a moment. Everything about her was perfect, from the way she bit her lip in concentration, to the way her brows knitted together when she was deep in thought. She was so focused, so determined. And so damn beautiful.

My wolf growled softly, the sound barely audible, but I felt it vibrate through me. It wanted her. It wanted to claim her, to protect her, to keep her close. But I couldn't. Not now. Not when everything was so uncertain.

I forced myself to look away, my grip tightening on the mug. "What are you working on?" I asked, desperate for a distraction.

She glanced up, her eyes brightening. "Follow-up on the lead from the anonymous caller. I've been digging into Dante's shipping company. There's something there, I just can't put my finger on it yet."

I nodded, though my mind was only half on the conversation. The other half was focused on her, on the way her voice lit up when she talked about her work, on the way she leaned forward. Her enthusiasm was contagious.

"You'll figure it out," I said quietly. "You always do."

She smiled, and it was like the sun breaking through the clouds. "Thanks. I needed that."

I didn't respond, but the warmth in her smile lingered in my mind long after she'd turned back to her work. I finished my coffee and set the mug in the sink, my restlessness still simmering beneath the surface.

Later that afternoon, I was in my office when Dean called.

"Levi, I've got something," he said, his voice tight. "You need to hear this."

"What is it?" I asked.

"I followed up on your lead about Dante's shipping company. It's worse than we thought," Dean said. "It's not just drugs. Dante's running a human trafficking operation. Ships, planes, warehouses. He's got a whole underground network."

My blood ran cold. "Human trafficking?"

"Yeah," Dean confirmed, his voice grim. "And Selene's death? It's connected. She found out about it, and Dante had her killed to keep her quiet."

I clenched my fists, my wolf snarling in fury. "We need to stop him."

"We will," Dean said. "But we've got to be smart about this. If Dante catches wind that we're onto him, he's not going to hesitate to come after you. And Krista."

The mention of her name made my chest tighten. "Keep digging, Dean. I want every scrap of evidence you can find."

"I'm on it," Dean said before hanging up.

I sat down heavily in the library, my mind racing. Dante was more dangerous than I'd realized, and the stakes had just gotten higher. But we were closer than ever to taking him down, and I wasn't going to let him hurt anyone else.

That evening, I found myself alone in the library again, a glass of whiskey in my hand. The room was quiet. The only sound was the occasional crackle of the fireplace. I stared into the flames, my thoughts a tangled mess. Garrett's words echoed in my mind, taunting me. She's your mate, Levi. You can't fight that.

But I could. I had to. Because the thought of losing her was unbearable, but the thought of her getting hurt because of me was even worse.

The sound of footsteps pulled me from my thoughts, and I looked up to see Krista standing in the doorway. She was holding a glass of wine, her expression soft but determined.

"Mind if I join you?" she asked, her voice quiet but steady.

I hesitated, but I couldn't bring myself to say no. "Sure."

She walked over and sat down in the chair across from me, her movements graceful but deliberate. She took a sip of her wine, her eyes never leaving mine. The firelight flickered in her gaze, casting a warm glow over her features. For a moment, we just sat there in silence, the crackling of the fire filling the space between us.

Finally, Krista broke the silence. "You've been quiet all day. What's on your mind?"

I took a long sip of whiskey, the burn down my throat grounding me. "Everything. Dante, Selene's death, this mess we're in. It's a lot."

She nodded, her expression thoughtful. "It is. But you're not alone in this, Levi. You've got me. You've got Garrett, Zane, and Dean. We're all in this together."

Her words were meant to comfort me, but they only made the knot in my chest tighten. I couldn't shake the fear that this was only going to get worse, that I was going to drag her down with me.

"I can't lose you, Krista," I said before I could stop myself. The words were raw, unfiltered, and they hung heavy in the air between us.

She froze with her glass halfway to her lips. Her eyes searched mine, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of surprise, of something deeper. Then she set her glass down and leaned forward, her expression softening.

"You're not going to lose me," she said, her voice steady but filled with emotion. "I'm not going anywhere. Not now, not ever."

Her words hit me like a sucker punch, and I felt something inside me crack. Every instinct, every wall I'd built up over the years, crumbled in that moment. My wolf howled, urging me to claim her, to make her mine. And for the first time, I didn't fight it.

I set my whiskey down and stood, crossing the distance between us in two strides. Krista looked up at me, her breath catching as I reached down and cupped her face in my hands. Her skin was soft, warm, and I could feel the steady beat of her pulse beneath my fingertips.

"Krista," I murmured, my voice rough with emotion. "I can't—"

She didn't let me finish. She stood, closing the distance between us, and pressed her lips to mine. The kiss was soft at first, tentative, but it didn't stay that way for long. It was like a dam breaking, all the pent-up tension, the unspoken words, the raw emotion, pouring into that one moment. My hands tangled in her hair, pulling her closer, and she responded in kind, her arms wrapping around my neck as she deepened the kiss.

My wolf roared in satisfaction, the primal part of me reveling in the feel of her, the taste of her. But it was more than that. It was the way she felt in my arms, the way she clung to me like I was her anchor in a storm. It was the way she'd looked at me, like she saw past the walls I'd built, past the monster I thought I was, and saw something worth fighting for.

When we finally broke apart, we were both breathless, our foreheads resting together as we tried to catch our breath. Krista's eyes were dark with emotion, her cheeks flushed, and I couldn't help but chuckle softly.

"What?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"You're incredible," I murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "You have no idea what you do to me."

She smiled, her hands resting on my chest. "I think I have some idea."

I kissed her again, softer this time, savoring the feel of her. But as much as I wanted to stay in that moment, the reality of our situation came crashing back in. Dante was still out there, and the danger was far from over.

"Stop it, Levi. I know it's complicated," she said, her voice steady. "But it's worth it."

Her words settled something deep inside me, a warmth spreading through my chest. For the first time in a long time, I felt like I wasn't just fighting for survival. I was fighting for something real, something worth fighting for.

I pressed my forehead to hers, my voice barely above a whisper. "You're right. No matter what happens, we'll face it together."

She nodded, her eyes shining with determination and a flicker of vulnerability. Krista pulled back slightly, her hands still resting on my chest. "Levi," she said softly, her tone serious. "Whatever happens, promise me one thing."

"Anything," I said without hesitation.

"Promise me you won't shut me out," she said, her eyes searching mine. "I get that this is hard for you, but I'm here. I'm not going anywhere, and I don't want you to face this alone."

Her words hit me harder than I expected. I'd spent so much of my life building walls, keeping people at arm's length, but Krista had a way of breaking through them without even trying. She'd seen the parts of me I tried to hide, and instead of running, she'd stayed. She'd fought for me, for us, even when I didn't deserve it.

"I promise," I said, my voice firm. "No more walls. No more shutting you out. We're in this together."

She smiled, her expression softening. "Good. Because you're stuck with me, Storm."

I chuckled, pulling her closer. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

The air between us crackled with electricity. I dipped my head down and claimed her mouth once again. Krista's lips were soft yet commanding, and I couldn't get enough of her. My wolf was howling in triumph, urging me to claim her, to make her mine in every way possible. I tangled one hand in her hair, the other gripping her waist as I pulled her flush against me. She gasped into the kiss, her hands sliding up my chest and looping around my neck, holding on like I was the only thing keeping her grounded.

"Krista," I murmured against her lips, my voice low and rough with desire. "You don't know what you do to me."

She leaned back just enough to meet my gaze, her eyes dark and heavy with the same need that was consuming me. "Then show me," she whispered, her voice trembling but bold.

That was all the invitation I needed. My control snapped, and I kissed her with everything I had, pouring all the longing, the fear, the raw, wild need into it. She responded in kind, her fingers digging into my shoulders as she kissed me back with a fierceness that took my breath away. My hands roamed her body, memorizing every curve, every soft sigh that escaped her lips.

"Levi," she breathed when I finally pulled away, her chest rising and falling with ragged breaths.

I didn't give her a chance to say more. I slid one arm under her knees, the other around her back, and lifted her effortlessly into my arms. She let out a small, surprised laugh, her arms tightening around my neck.

"What are you doing?" she asked, though the playful glint in her eyes told me she already knew.

"Taking you to bed," I said, my voice a growl that sent a shiver through her. "You're mine, Krista. And I'm not wasting another second pretending otherwise."

My heart pounded in my chest as I carried her to my bedroom. She was so small and delicate in my arms, and a part of me couldn't believe that such a stunning creature had chosen a beast like myself to be her mate. It filled my chest with an indescribable ache. All of my senses were overcome with her sweet scent, the silken softness of her skin, the warmth of her head tucked against the crook of my neck.

Reverently, I set her down on the side of my bed. She trembled as I ran my hands over her delicious curves, and answered my own questing hands by exploring my body with her own. I cupped her breasts and stroked her nipples until they hardened into peaks. She let out a low moan and thrust her chest into my hands. Her long lashes fluttered as her eyes grew heavy.

Dipping my head, I claimed her mouth with my own, sweeping deep with my tongue, forcing her to take me in. Her tongue dueled with mine, sliding and entwining as we drank from each other.

When she finally pulled back for air, I kneeled and pressed my face to her stomach. Her legs fell wide to cradle me. Breathing deep, I took in the scent of her arousal. My control was close to snapping. Running my hands down her torso, I filled my palms with her generous bottom. I squeezed the firm flesh, the wolf rising to the surface. It growled with the need to dominate our mate, to slap her ass and show her who she belonged to.

I bit down on my cheek. Later. Now, I had to be gentle. But that didn't mean the wolf couldn't come out to play. With a flick of my hands, the tips of my claws made quick work of her clothes, tearing them into pieces and revealing her body. Her naked flesh seemed to glow under the golden light of the room. And she was spread out on my bed like a sacrifice on an altar. All for me to explore and pleasure. My cock throbbed with the need to be inside her. Soon.

My palm found her scorching hot center and cupped her sex. Krista let out a little whimper as I stroked her sensitive nub with the pad of my thumb. She rocked her hips, seeking friction. Her feet dug into my back, demanding more. I traced my fingers along her folds, dipping into the honey that overflowed out of her center. Spreading it up to her clit and down until her swollen sex was slippery and shiny with her dew.

"Levi," she moaned. The sound of my name was enough to snap my self-control. Grabbing her ass, I dragged her toward my face and held her there, keeping her in place as I dived face first into her soft center.

With a rumbling purr, I dragged my tongue through her soft puffy folds, savoring the sweet flavor of her juices. I licked up to her click, stroking it in circles with my tongue and sucking it between my lips. Her hips bounced, grinding against my face. I let out a warning growl, tightening my grip on her hips and pinning her in place before I renewed my efforts on her little nub, teasing it until it was swollen and hard in my mouth.

Her desire overflowed, running down her swollen puffy folds and running down her crack. My tongue kept working her faster and faster as I reached over to my nightstand and pulled out the gleaming stainless steel plug I kept in case I finally met the woman destined to be mine.

I paused and lifted my head. "Krista, after tonight, you will be mine forever. I will have you in every way. Are you sure about this?"

"Please, Levi!" She stared at me with wide frenzied eyes. "Anything you want. Just don't stop."

I grinned. I ran the plug along her slick lips, coating it in her dew and warming it up before I gripped the base and pushed it into her cunt, fucking her with it. Her long moan and the fresh gush of her creamy juices told me all I needed to know. Once the plug was as slick as the rest of her sex, I pulled it out and dragged it lower to her back hole. Pausing there, I pressed the tapered tip to her pucker.

Her thighs clenched. "Levi?"

"Shh," I said as I tapped and prodded with the plug. "I'm not going to take you there, not tonight. You need to be trained to take me in your ass. You do want to please me, right?"

"Yes, of course," she whispered.

"Then take a deep breath and bear down. Take the plug like a good girl." Applying constant pressure, I pushed on the base and began working the egg-shaped plug into her ass. Krista whimpered, her hands fisting the sheets as her muscles worked to take it in. Soon, the entire plug disappeared until only the gleaming base was visible between her cheeks.

"You did well, Krista. Now, for your reward." Lifting her butt, I pinned her in place as I drove two fingers deep into her pussy and lapped at her clit. Fucking her with my hand and mouth like I wanted to do with my cock, I drove her higher and higher, until her walls clenched around my fingers. Krista let out a loud keening cry as she came, her hips bucking as her pussy spasmed around my digits. I kept up the pressure, licking her throbbing clit and pumping into her quaking pussy until the last tremors faded.

"Levi, my god…" she whimpered.

My cock twitched. I was so hard that I was ready to burst at the slightest touch. It was time to become one with my mate.

I ripped off my clothes and crawled up her body until we were face to face. Burying my hand in her hair, I held her in place as I devoured her lips, forcing her to taste her own desire. The possessiveness this woman brought out in me was unlike anything I had ever felt before.

Her hips bucked, as we kissed, and I aligned my cock. I felt a pang of regret for what I was about to do. Our mating would be painful for her until she learned to accommodate my knot, but she was so wet that my flared head slipped in easily. Fuck, she felt wonderful, so tight and warm.

She broke the kiss, gasping as I pierced her with the tip of my cock. "You're so deep," she whispered against my lips.

"Hush, you've only taken a bit." I moved my hips in slow shallow pumps. With every move, I could feel the pressure of the plug in her ass rubbing against my shaft. Her eyes widened. "Don't worry I'll make it fit, stretch you slowly, fill you completely until you can't take anymore."

Was I going too far? I didn't want to hurt her. The shudder that ran through her body and the way she arched her back as I pushed more of my length into her pussy banished my worries. I thrust my hips, forcing her flesh to part way for mine.

Her face flushed. "More," she commanded. That was it. The thin strand of control holding back the beast snapped. I snapped my hips, pushing all the way in to the hilt in one thrust.

She cried out, her pussy squeezing down on my shaft as her feet dug into my back, pulling me in deeper. It was glorious, finally mating with Krista. Her pussy milked my cock in a silken caress as I moved.

"Fuck. You're so tight. All mine. Mine. Mine." I pounded into her like I was seeking heaven, riding her with a brutal rhythm. Each time I bottomed out, she let out a high-pitched moan, the sound drove me wild, urging me to drive into her harder.

Soon, I felt the pressure building in my balls, and the base of my shaft began to swell. Her eyes widened as I filled her sex to the breaking point.

As I continued pumping into her, I collared her neck with one hand while my other hand moved down to rub her nub. "You like this don't you? Your little pussy squeezes me for more even when I stretch you so wide that it hurts."

Krista gasped. "Yes. Give it to me."

I snapped my hips hard, forcing her to take all of my knot, locking us together. "I'm going to fill you with my seed until it flows out of you. And then I'm going to take you again and again. In your mouth. In your ass. On your tits. Until every part of you belongs to me."

Her hips bucked and her eyes closed. "Yes. Yes. Yes."

Fuck. She was perfect. My perfect mate. "Good girl," I growled. "You're going to be mine. Forever." I lost control as the pleasure ripped through my body. Only the sensation of burying my cock into her cunt and riding the wave as my cum shot into her remained. As my seed burst out, she climaxed, crying out as her walls quaking and squeezing every last drop out of me. I dipped my head and clamped my teeth on her neck. "Mine!" I snarled as I bit down.

Stars burst behind my eyes, and then, everything turned black. When I finally came to, I woke up to a warm softness surrounding me. I realized my heavy weight was crushing Krista and moved to get off of her, but she tightened her arms and legs around me. Supporting my weight on my arms, I kissed her lips gently, teasing them with my own as I sought entry. I slipped out of her warm pussy, and our combined essence flowed out as I broke our seal. Gently, I removed the plug from her bottom and tossed it aside.

Looking down at her shining eyes, I felt a contentment I never thought was possible. "Are you all right?"

She smiled shyly and nodded. "I never knew sex could be like this."

I brushed her hair away from her face, revealing my bite mark on her neck. A surge of possessive pride rushed through my veins. "It's the mate bond. You belong to me now."

She traced my face with her hand. "And you belong to me."

"Yes, I am yours. All of me."