Page 132 of The Wolves of Forest Grove

I shook my head and pulled my arm from his, stomping out of the kitchen to go upstairs.

I still kept some of my old clothes here, and I was going to need to get changed and go back to the grocery store and get all the meat we left behind.

And apologize to the goddamned store manager for my brute of a mate.

“Where the hell are you going?” Clay bellowed, his rough voice practically reverberating the floorboards as I made my way to my old bedroom.

Normally silent as a cat, he didn’t bother trying to conceal his steps as he stormed after me, the stairs creaking and groaning beneath his weight.

I entered my room and whirled to slam the door, but he was there, catching it before it could click into the doorframe. Venom in his stare.

“I wasn’t finished,” he said through gritted teeth. “Well, I was.”

I turned on my heel and went to tug open the drawers of my old dresser, searching for something that would still fit my new filled out frame.

Clay batted the drawer closed, nearly catching my fingers.

“What the fuck, Clay?”

“Look at me, Allie.”

Heat washed up my back, pooling in my cheeks as I spun to face him again, resisting the very persistent urge to shift again.

I softened when I saw the haunted look on his face. How his breaths evened out. For a second, I saw the fear hidden beneath all the anger he wore like armor.

“I…” he started and trailed off, a vein throbbing in his temple. “I need you to be safe, Allie.”

My throat burned at his whispered admission.

“I can’t protect you if I don’t know what you need protecting from.”

He scrubbed a hand over the dark stubble on his jaw. “All this shit with Sam and now...I can’t fucking handle both, babe.”

A crack in his facade revealed what I’d suspected since Sam arrived back at camp. He still didn’t trust her. Might not ever. It was why he was staying at camp through the nights even when Jared was the one sharing our bed. Why he never moved from the spot just below the bedroom window.

Why he couldn’t handle another separate threat from the one he was already trying so hard to make sure I was safe from.

The fact that it was his own flesh and blood he was worried about just added another hundred pounds of pressure and stress to his already weighted down shoulders.

“I…”

I felt like an asshole.

“Don’t say sorry,” he offered. “Just tell me you won’t lie to me again.”

I nodded, eyes watering as the guilt found a toehold in my core and began to scrape my throat raw.

My arms were iron rods at my sides when Clay bridged the gap between us and yanked me to his chest, pressing our naked bodies against one another. My head bent into the crook beneath his chin. My curves fitting perfectly into the mold of his body.

I felt the exact moment his emotions began to twist. Felt it in the way his middle finger drew a soft line down the length of my spine to my tailbone, making me shiver against him.

We hadn’t been intimate since Sam came to camp. Even a little while before that, actually. I felt his need pulse through me. An all-consuming thing, like he was starving. Like he might die if he didn’t take a bite.

His fingers trailed back up my spine and curled into my hair at the back of my skull. He fisted them there, tugging my head back, tipping my chin up. I arched, pressing my breasts against him as my nipples pebbled. “No more lies,” he demanded, staring hard into my soul.

A fractured breath stuttered from my lips.

“No more lies,” I agreed, and his lips stole the words from my mouth, consuming them and every last bit of sanity I possessed.

I moaned against his mouth, and he used the opportunity to slip inside, tasting me, robbing me of breath. Claiming me.

His hands dropped to my hips, fingertips digging into flesh and bone as he lifted me with ease, prodding me to wrap my legs around his waist.

Clay’s hardened length brushed against my folds, and I reared back from his kiss, a small cry falling from my lips that turned into a gasp as his mouth closed over my nipple.

Heat rushed through me as he circled his tongue, biting down enough to make me shudder.

His soft growl vibrated through my ribcage as he moved to my other breast, hands gripping my ass to hold me tight against him.

With one arm, Clay swept the objects from the top of the dresser, sending clothing and a lamp clattering to the floor before he sat me atop it. His rock-hard cock nudged at my belly, and when his mouth moved to my neck, biting down on the sensitive skin there, I saw stars.

“I want you,” I breathed, feeling like if I didn’t have him right here and now I would lose my goddamned mind.

Clay angled himself, bending at his knees so the tip of his large cock flicked against my clit, making me jump. Making my legs cling around his hips tighter, pulling him to me.

He lifted his head to stare into my eyes. His lips parted as he curled his hands around my thighs and spread me open for him. His gaze never faltered as he pushed into me, giving me a moment to adjust to his size as he thrust the full way in, expelling the air from my lungs.

I clenched around his length inside me, fingernails biting down into his thick biceps, searching for something—anything—to hold on to.

Clay eased out, and I felt him tremble under my touch, his ecstasy further fueling my own. When he didn’t immediately push back inside, I whimpered, trying to push him deeper. Needing him to fuck me as badly as I sensed his urge was to do just that.

“Clay,” I gasped. “Please.” He came unhinged.

Whatever thing had been holding him back broke like a dam, and he surged back to himself. To me.

His upper lip curled as he tipped his back and drove his cock into me, shaking the dresser beneath us with the force of his thrust.

I moved against him, urging him faster. Harder.

I moaned loudly against his mouth as he kissed me again. His breaths came heavier as he wrapped his mammoth hand around the back of my neck, securing me in place.

He knew just the right way to hold me. Like I was caught in a vise from which there would be no hope of escaping even if I wanted to. As he leaned his body back to get a better angle, he released his hold on my thigh to circle against my clit as he pounded into me.

The dual sensation had me coming apart at the seams almost instantly, and I bucked and writhed, but Clay’s grip on the back of my neck, with his arm braced against my back, kept me in place.

Making me bend to the will of my body as he brought me ever closer to an orgasm that might just rip me apart.

“Come on, baby,” he said in a husky whisper, bending to join his forehead with mine as he worked relentlessly on my pussy, his own orgasm reaching a peak.

Unable to contain myself as my wolf’s natural urge to fight back against the coming storm took over, I unwrapped my legs from his waist and pushed off from the dresser, ejecting him from me for only an instant before he had me again.

He spun me, bending me over the dresser and sheathing himself inside of me once more. His hand splayed over my back, pressing me against the warm wood as he fucked me from behind. He used his weight to hold me in place as he reached around and continued his merciless rubbing of my slit.

I cried out as my climax surged to its peak, gripping the edge of the dresser for dear life as Clay annihilated me in every sense of the word. I came hard, wood splintering where my fingers tore giant chunks from the dresser.

My body coiled, tightening like the flex of a bowstring right before being shot.

Sending me sailing in oblivion as I shuddered against him, crying out as my release ripped through me like a fucking hurricane.

Clay didn’t stop, his hands going to my hips to bear down hard as he continued to fuck me, making my one orgasm fall into another as he howled his release and we both sagged against the mangled dresser.