Page 77 of Wolf's Vow

I didn’t pretend to be startled. I’d been waiting for this.Starvingfor it.

My back hit the wall, and he kissed me like it was punishment and promise all in one. His tongue slid against mine, his teeth grazed my lower lip, and my entire body arched up, begging for more.

He groaned—deep, broken—and lifted me again. My legs wrapped around him like they’d done it a thousand times before.

“Fuck, Rowen,” he rasped, his forehead pressed to mine. “You drive me insane.”

I laughed—sharp, breathless. “Good.”

He growled and carried me through the house. We didn’t make it to the bed. The wall in the hallway caught us first.

Wolfe tore at my top, his fingers desperate, trembling at the edges. His mouth was at my neck, biting—not to mark, not yet—but like heneededto feel me bruise under him. I moaned, head falling back, hands in his hair, pulling him closer,always closer.

My top was gone before I could blink. His mouth replaced it, teeth scraping across the swell of my breast before he bit down, just enough to make me gasp and claw at his back.

“Take it off,” I hissed, dragging my nails down his spine.

He did. Shirt first, over his head in one hard motion. Then he pressed me against the wall and looked at me like I was the war he was about to lose—andwin anyway.

His pants dropped next. Mine followed, quick and messy, as our hands fumbled and grabbed and refused to let go.

“Open,” he growled, dropping to his knees. I didn’t get the chance to comply; his hands spread my legs, his shoulders kept them spread, his head dipped, and then he was tasting me.

I wasn’t sure which one of us moaned the loudest. My legs were over his shoulders, one of his hands pressing low on my tummy, as he pinned me against the wall. His breath was heavy against my inner thigh, and then the heat returned between my legs. All sensation, all at once, rushed to my clit, and my back tried to arch, tried to push off against the wall, but he held me in place with his shoulders and one hand.

I felt his lips brush briefly over my clit, and my head banged against the wall at the shock of how delicious it felt. My breath was coming in pants as pleasure tensed around my muscles, over my thighs, spreading up and over.

I reached above me, desperate to hold onto something, and my fingers found purchase on fuck knows what above me. A ledge? A stone? It didn’t matter; I gripped it as my hips tried to rock. My other hand was buried in his hair as Wolfe’s tongue lapped greedily between my legs.

Wolfe pressed me harder into the wall, and his other arm wrapped around my thigh, giving him a level of access that was simply indescribable. Wolfe licked and sucked, and I wasn’t surehow much longer I could hold on. His tongue traced over my clit and then dipped lower, pressing, dividing, tasting everything.

His mouth was a gift as it lapped between my folds, pushing inside with an almost insatiable hunger.

“Fuck—” My voice was ragged, my pulse wild. “Wolfe—” I yelled out as he tilted my hips, pulling his mouth back, and before I could protest that he’d pulled away, I felt the tip of his fingers part me, felt the heat of his breath against my most intimate place, and then one finger pushed inside me.

“Fuck, princess,” Wolfe murmured, his breathing ragged. “Let me look at you,” he said almost quietly, as if to himself. “You taste like fucking heaven,” he groaned, his mouth dipping back in to taste me. His tongue, sudden and direct, flicked over my clit, and I couldn’t bite back from groaning his name.

“Wolfe!”

He ignored me and continued to flick over my clit as a second finger sank deep inside me, pushing in and out, and each time, the hot edge of his tongue flicked against my clit.

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. My entire awareness was on that small bundle of nerves that he mercilessly teased, my orgasm building and building, and I knew I was going to come undone.

“Fuck, Wolfe, that’s good, that’s so good,” I panted. He hummed his approval against me, and I gripped his hair tighter.

“You’re so fucking wet for me, princess,” Wolfe growled, and I felt a finger move from where I was aching for him, lower, down further still, and my body tensed as I realized his intent.

“Wolfe…”

“Mm-hmm?” The tip of his finger moved lightly over my other hole, gently circling, rubbing, pressing slightly but never too much. His tongue began to dance over my clit again, and I had nowhere to hide as he fucked me with his tongue. I wassensitive like I’d never been before, my body strung tighter than it’d ever been.

“Wolfe…” I was begging and he knew it. I felt him smile against my clit before he started sucking, flicking, and his mouth was moving over my clit back and forth, and then I was screaming his name as my orgasm crashed into me with such a force that I wasn’t sure I could take it.

My body jerked, but Wolfe kept his mouth on me, even as my shoulders dug into the wall behind me and my whole body felt like it was arching. His grip on my thighs tightened, and he let me ride his face as I begged him never to stop.

I couldn’t seem to catch my breath; my body felt worn out, my breathing coming in short gasps, and then Wolfe was there. Holding me up still, his cock hard, heavy, hot against my thigh.

His eyes met mine—silver fire.