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Wolf fought back in the shadows. His hands were on my arms, but his mouth wasn’t stopping. He didn’t want this to end either, his tongue in my mouth.
“Fawn, I can’t.” His hands gripped my arms tight, but he kissed deeper, stronger. “Fawn, you don’t know everything. I’m so fucked up. Things are so fucked up.”
I may not understand the brevity of who he was, but I was getting a choice in all this. He needed to let me fight and not be a fucking dude for once. I didn’t need protecting. I could protect myself.
“Please. Please let me end this.” He brought my hair out of my face, and I basically had him pinned to the wall. I was being the aggressor here, but he wasn’t doing much fighting. When I kissed deep, he went deeper still, and the groan left his mouth. “Let me end this for you. It won’t work. We—”
“Shut the fuck up.” He wasn’t ending this without giving me a say, and this was me saying it. I was choosing to fight for us, and I wanted him to fight too. I was letting him know it was okay to have us and have this. I was giving him permission, and he may have flaws, but I did too. They were deep wounds that still needed healing, but they’d gotten so much better since he came into my life. I made so many strides, and even though I resisted those changes, it didn’t stop them from being true. When I’d met Wolf, he was nothing but a vicious, vengeful prick, but I hadn’t seen that guy in a long time. He did his own fair bit of changing too, but that wasn’t because of me.
It was because of us.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Fawn
Wolf wasn’t resisting anymore by the time we booked a hotel room. We were in a hotel, so it was easy to do after things wrapped up with the wedding. I gave him no time to think, and he gave me no time to think with his mouth on me. His lips sealed over mine shortly after we entered the suite, and with their taste, I instantly consumed myself in the kiss. I was so hungry for him.
I was so hungry.
I’d fought all this between us for so long and so hard, and the moment I gave myself an inch, I lost myself. I lost myself in him and in us, and Wolf picked up on the rush right away. He got my hands, his mouth slowing mine down.
“Slow,” he said, his lips enforcing the intent. They eased over to my cheek, then down my neck. “Slower, Red. Let me taste you.”
He teased me, his mouth parting on my jaw as he unbuttoned my shirt. This wasn’t Wolf Mallick. He was always so hot, so fast. We both were.
But that wasn’t the case now. His hand eased into my top and covered my back. I ached for more, but I waited. He guided me into the bedroom of the suite and shed my top along the way. He kissed a line between my breasts and completely bypassed my tits, which surprised me. He always manhandled them, but he left my bra on when he sat on the bed. He undid my pants and pulled my underwear down with them. Soon, I was stripped from the waist down, and he sat in front of me.
“Slow,” he repeated, kissing my stomach and a noise left my mouth. He had me in such a vulnerable way, pretty much naked with my tiny curls in his face. He moved to that area when he got on his knees, and again, he did this agonizingly slow.
“Oh, God.” I had my hands on his shoulders as he kissed me there, Wolf Mallick on his knees for me. I recalled a time he’d made me do that for him. It’d been humiliating and a way for him to teach me a lesson. He’d wanted power over me back then.
But that’d been then. Now I had him below me, a damn near seven-foot god making me moan as he kissed my folds apart. His tongue entered and swirled around my clit so deliciously I thought I’d get off right there on his mouth. I tried to move my sex away, but all Wolf did was fist my ass.
“No. Let everyone in this fucking hotel know what I’m doing to you,” he said, feasting between my legs. He gripped my ass, then positioned my foot on the bed. His tongue started doing a darting motion, fucking me swift and direct before swiping across my bud. He was teasing me again, and I was going to come.
“I can’t. I…” I fought my scream, gripping his hair. It was all I could do not to go over the edge. “Wolf, I’m going to come.”
“Then fucking come.” He gazed up at me while he feasted, and those dark eyes did take me over the edge. The sound that left my throat could definitely be heard on the other side of these walls, which was obviously his intent.
Wolf groaned as I gushed into his mouth, my body twitching, convulsing. His gaze didn’t let up. Like he wouldn’t let me flee or turn away from him.
“God…” I palmed my breasts, jerking against his face. He didn’t stop licking me until I finished, and when he rose, he grabbed the back of my head. He bruised my lips in a passionate kiss, and I wavered on unsteady legs.
“Get on the bed,” he said, unfastening my bra. Once it was gone, he tweaked my nipples, making me ache more. “In the center. Legs apart.”
The command sent a buzz between my legs again. I wasn’t sure I could come again so fast, but I did what he said. I got on the bed even though I did feel vulnerable. I prided myself on my confidence when it came to my body. I was aware I wasn’t the tiniest girl, but that was other people’s problem. Not mine.
Even still, this was Wolf Mallick. The football player. The god. I was sure there wasn’t a girl on campus who didn’t want to fuck him, and a healthy number of guys too.
But he wasn’t fucking them. He was here with me in a room ambient with warm light. He undressed in front of me, his shirt buttons flicking open and revealing his necklace and golden chest. I’d found out he was a combination of races, cultures. Casual conversations between his friends and family during the holidays mentioned he was Middle Eastern, Latinx, and white. His tanned skin flushed down to his abs, but he only gave me a peek. He stopped unbuttoning and focused on me. “I said legs open, Red. I want you ready to take me.”
My legs had fallen closed, too focused on him. I widened them, and Wolf’s already dusky eyes darkened. He continued to remove his clothing, but he did so achingly slow. Each move was calculated, and I couldn’t help my fingers going in between my legs. I flicked my clit as he revealed his shoulders, then fucked myself when he was down to his boxer briefs. A noise rolled from his chest upon seeing what I was doing, but he didn’t rush to come over to me. Grabbing his cock, he watched me fuck myself but stayed on the other end of the bed. He fisted his thick length through his boxers, wetting his lips.
“Tell me you don’t want anything between us,” he said, pulling himself out. He moved up and down that long length, his thumb gliding over a drop of pre-cum at the tip. “Tell me you want to feel me as bad as I want to feel you.”
I recalled him using a condom the last time we’d been together, and it made me wonder if he’d been trying to respect me. He’d always taken what he wanted from me, but he hadn’t toward the end.
He was asking for permission.
