Page 15 of Wolf.e (The Soldiers of Bedlam #1)

It sends my blood racing, causing me to let out a tiny moan I have no control over. The feel of him touching me is everywhere all at once. The warmth from his lips comes so close to mine as he leans in, his cedarwood and spice scent mixed with fresh, clean soap singing to me.

“ And he looked at her the way all women want to be looked at by a man, ” Wolfe’s deep voice says evenly as he keeps his hand tight to my throat while grazing the knuckles of his free one down my body, over the peak of my hardened nipple.

I’m helpless and I shudder.

Wolfe doesn’t stay at my breast. He continues down over the curve of my waist. His fingers graze my forearm slowly until his hand wraps around the book I’m still holding. He pulls it from me roughly.

“Nick Carraway,” he says, holding up The Great Gatsby , as if I didn’t know that was the narrator’s name. He places the book back in its home on the shelf without loosening the grip on my throat.

“This isn’t a library. So when you realized this was my room, tell me why you stayed, Brinley?”

I hate that I love the way my name sounds rolling off his tongue.

“Please, just let me go, I’m sorry I came in here, I didn’t know it was your room. I saw the books… I was curious,” I say between gasps.

I begin to claw at his hold around my throat to no avail, claustrophobia setting in. I scratch at his forearms in my tipsy state as he holds me tight enough that it’s hard to breathe but not impossible.

All the while, the sensation of my pussy throbbing continues and I seriously question my sanity.

Those gray eyes are stormy now and dark staring into mine. I’m surprised when Wolfe’s grip loosens and his thumb begins to move back and forth over the center of my throat, sliding upward so it rests below my ear. The graze continues there.

“I think you knew it was my room the moment you came in and you wanted to be caught,” he says, coating me in truth from my head to my toes. The sensitive spot he’s touching with the calloused pad of his thumb in slow circles almost has my eyes rolling back.

“You think you should fight your desires. The world has been telling you your whole life you should fight, but you don’t want to. You want me to touch you like this.” His eyes roam over me as if he’s trying to understand me.

I watch as a decision is made, and he begins to slide his other broad palm up my outer thigh.

Wolfe is a man in control, his breathing is calm and even, but his normally light eyes are so dark I can’t help but lose myself in them. I’m totally at his mercy. I pant faster as his eyes continue their search.

“Having my eyes on you excites you,” he observes.

I clench my thighs together as his grip around my neck deepens and heat spreads through my core with every word, every touch. I fight it with everything in me. “Let me go.” I croak out a final attempt, my inhibitions lessen by the second.

“You can fight me if you want to, little hummingbird.” Wolfe tilts my head back, exposing the column of my throat to him.

He brings his lips down to my pulse point and kisses me there, just once and I cave.

Everything is heightened, the scruff of his beard and the contrast of his soft lips when they connect to my skin is like the static of an electric shock.

I feel everything. My aching clit, my clothing against my skin, the air around me, startlingly cool as the warmth of his mouth dissipates, and his delicious breath draws me in.

“Fight,” he commands in an even deeper baritone. “And I promise, it will only make your pleasure sweeter.”

We lock eyes for only a second as I decide, a flurry of activity and dark fantasies takes over without a thought in my mind.

I try to knee him, but he blocks me and winds his hand back in my hair.

I smack him again, but he lets go of my hair and quickly lifts both my wrists overhead gripping me one-handed with the same strength he held my throat.

I’m no physical match for him but I have to try, don’t I?

His words settle with me… I’m fighting because I’m told to.

Because I’ve always been told a man should earn the right to touch me like this. Wolfe is right about that, but he’s also right when he says I want him to touch me.

I do.

Holding my hands hostage, Wolfe uses his heavy knee to push my legs apart and presses his body into mine. The wood of the bookshelf bites into my shoulder blades.

“You can pretend you don’t want me. But your body tells a different tale.

See…” He trails a thumb to my throat where my pulse continues to hammer thunderously.

The inability to move is too much. I squeeze my thighs without thought around his leg, it offers me a slight friction that makes my pussy ache even more.

He bends down and lets his teeth graze the skin of my neck.

I hear the lowest groan come from him as he mutters, “ fuck. ”

I whimper in response, my chest heaves with heavy breath, pushing my breasts right into him with every inhale.

“Your heart flutters like this whenever I’m near you. You want me to slide my hand right under this dress.”

Do I?

“You want to find out how much faster I can make this fluttering heart beat.”

“Fuck you!” I spit out as best I can, the word I never really use feeling foreign on my tongue, but I have no hands left to claw him with.

His skin has scratches on it from my nails and his cheek is red, but he doesn’t even seem to notice.

“My heart beats faster because… I’m afraid of you,” I say honestly, looking into his eyes, hoping he will feel badly enough to let me go and wishing he wouldn’t all at the same time.

“I know,” he growls. “I fucking love it.”

“Please…” I whimper, half in ecstasy, half in terror.

This man gets off on scaring me and I have no idea what he’s capable of.

I stare up into his violent eyes, his godlike face seeming completely devoid of empathy. He’s a hunter whose only purpose is to trap his prey, and right now his prey is me.

“I bet you’ve always done everything right, haven’t you?” Wolfe asks as his free hand slides to the zipper at the back of my strapless dress.

“Y-yes,” I stutter.

“Did you know humans are the only species that relates permission to anything sexual? For every other species that roams this earth, it is simply taken.”

He pulls my zipper roughly, and before I even realize what is happening my dress pools at my feet.

“Desire and primal need are the only rules that are followed,” he says.

I gasp as my nipples pebble even more when the cool air hits them. This earns a growl from Wolfe before he dips his head and pulls one into his hot mouth, toying with it against his tongue. I want to fight but…

Holy shit. That feels so good.

I lean my head back against the bookcase and let out a ragged moan, I absentmindedly push my hips toward him.

“It’s quite simple. You just let your body take what it wants.” Wolfe’s teeth graze my nipple before his tongue rolls over it and I quiver beneath his lips.

“You don’t know…what I want…” I pant out. He moves to my other breast and plays with that nipple in his mouth for a moment and I may combust with a pleasure I’ve never felt.

“But I do…I already know you.” His lips trail over me as one hand still holds my wrists and the other circles my waist, gliding over all the skin he can manage.

“You want to know what it’s like to be properly handled by a man. A man who can satisfy every dark craving you’ve ever had but have never admitted.”

“I’ve had men that can do that,” I lie in pathetic defense.

My words come out garbled and trail off in a moan as his lips skim my breast and his tongue flicks against the peak of my nipple.

My drunken courage only seems to piss him off.

Wolfe bites down on my nipple and I cry out as tiny zaps of pleasure rush my core.

It hits me as I angle my hips closer to him without shame that this is what I want. What I always wished for with Evan, but I know now Evan wasn’t capable of this. I never thought any man was…

“No, little hummingbird, you haven’t, because you only just met me today.

” He moves his head down to the skin beneath my earlobe, my hands start to lose sensation under his clasp.

Wolfe takes his time to breathe me in, running his nose along the column of my throat.

“It’s not wise to test that smart mouth with me.

I’m already testing every bit of fucking patience I have with you in my space,” he snarls, biting down hard on my earlobe.

I whimper in pain but outwardly, it sounds like pleasure.

“Pain doesn’t scare you…” It isn’t a question, it’s an assessment, but I don’t miss the tone of surprise that lines his voice. No, pain does scare me, I want to say in protest, but I don’t. My body isn’t listening to my mind like it should and right now my body is winning, hands down.

Wolfe’s hand slides over the thin cotton of my panties and with a flick of a wrist he adds a slap to my pussy. I must be having an out of body experience because I moan again , loudly .

“You get off on it,” he growls, his brow knotted in frustration.

“Why does that make you angry?” I ask breathlessly, silently begging for more.

“Because I want to do bad things to you. Very bad things. And knowing you won’t try to stop me? It’s dangerous for you.”

Using his boot to kick my feet apart even wider, Wolfe holds me in place with his powerful body. His hardened cock presses against my hip, it feels just as big as his attitude portrays and it ignites me as I imagine it filling me in ways I’ve never been filled.

If I could use my hands, I’d slide them under his shirt just to see what this kind of man feels like. Just once.

Wolfe tears my flimsy panties off like they’re made of tissue paper in one swift action, and I gasp, standing fully naked before this man I’ve just met, while he remains fully clothed, in his element, in control.

He holds the power.

Call it fear, call it alcohol, whatever you will, I’m so wet I’m dripping down my thighs.

“ Please, ” I whine, then moan again, angling my hips toward him, not really knowing what I’m asking. The moment the word leaves my lips the faintest growl rumbles through his chest pressed against me.

“The fucking sounds you make, you might as well be asking me to eat you alive.” Wolfe drops his lips to my neck, my collarbone, my shoulders, my breasts, trading between biting me and ravaging me with open-mouthed kisses.

As his palm slides further down my belly to the apex of my thighs, I wait with anticipation like putty in his hands.

Finally, the pad of his middle finger finds my clit and what little fight I had left to get away from him dies.

Instead, I close my eyes, push myself closer, let my body take over and beg him for more.