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“Seems like there’s a pattern here,” I commented, my hand still on his abs. Neither of us made a move to remove it.
“I enjoy fighting, and at that age, I had way too much testosterone.”
“Do you make a habit of getting into fights these days?”
I should have found the idea disturbing. The idea of a man committing random acts of extreme violence and bloodshed for fun would repel most women. But nope, apparently I found it a turn on. Which suggested I needed help. Although I already knew that.
The years of abuse had left me with PTSD and trauma so deep it would take a ton of therapy to resolve, which I couldn’t afford.
“No. I don’t fight unless I have to. Other than with the guys. But that’s just fun and all part of being a wolf.”
I’d seen them fight. It looked violent and not at all fun, but whatever. Maybe I just didn’t understand how men’s brains worked. My fingers traced the cut muscles of his hard abs and he sucked in a sharp breath.
“Be careful, baby,” he warned. “Play with fire and you’ll get burned.”
I looked up at him. “Maybe I want to get burned?”
Eva
Tanner’s eyes turned pure molten gold, and I shivered. The tension between us pulled tighter than a bow. The blueberry cookies lay forgotten on the cooling rack, but the sweet scent hung in the air, cloaking us in a cloud of sugar and vanilla. His meaty fist curled around my hip, and without warning, he yanked my body against his.
Two things became immediately apparent: first, he wasn’t letting me go, and second, he was rock hard.
My tongue flicked out to moisten my dry lips, and he zeroed in on my mouth. I forced a shaky breath in, conscious that anytime now, Cole or Silas could walk in on us. What would they think?
I’d kissed Silas, Cole had gone down on me, and now I was in Tanner’s arms. Sure, Cole said sharing was normal for them, but I had little experience in these things. I couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable.
“Baby,” Tanner said in a low, husky voice. “I can hear you thinking from here.” I looked up, and he cupped my jaw with his other hand. Some of the tension faded away, and I focused on him. “Good girl.”
He lowered his head and brushed his lips against my neck, just below my ear. The touch was so light and unexpected. Almost gentle. Not at all how he’d behaved up to now.
“You smell so good, baby,” he murmured, and I gasped at the sharp stinging sensation when his teeth nipped the soft skin around my throat. His mouth moved back up, kissing my jaw, then his lips found mine. We both groaned as the kiss deepened. Sparks flew and suddenly, I couldn’t breathe.
The voice in my head, the one that usually screamed at me to run away from danger, fell silent. It might have been a huge mistake kissing Tanner, but right now, I didn’t care. He knew exactly what he was doing. How to play me like an instrument. How to make my body sing.
I could feel him against my lower belly, hard and demanding. He broke the kiss, leaving me panting, and I moaned softly when his hand slid under my tee and found the curve of my breast.
“Please,” I groaned, not sure of what I was asking for, but fully aware I wanted whatever he was willing to give. He read my mind and before I could protest, he’d lifted me and placed me on the edge of the counter. The large bulge in his sweatpants pressed against my aching core. I rubbed against him, seeking relief from the throbbing ache between my thighs.
“Is your pussy wet for me, baby girl?” he purred as he pinched my nipple, making me cry out.
I couldn’t reply. I’d lost my power of speech at this point. All I knew was that I wanted him. Snow fluttered down outside, but in here, I was on fire, consumed with heat. Sweat trickled down my back as he slid his fingers inside my loose cotton pants, finding me wet and wanting.
“You’re dripping, baby.” A satisfied smile lit up his normally closed off face. He lifted my hips and yanked my pants off, leaving me naked. I tried to close my legs, conscious of the white, ugly scars cross-crossing my thighs, but he shook his head.
“No, I need to see you.” He gazed down at my pussy and groaned. “So fucking pretty. A perfect little pussy, all nice and wet for me.”
I chewed my lip as he pulled his sweats down to release his cock. It was massive: long, girthy, and angry looking. I’d not seen many cocks, but even I knew Tanner was far bigger than the average male. He grinned at my terrified expression.
“Relax, baby, I’ll take it easy on you.”
A fat finger pressed against my opening as his thumb rubbed my sensitive clit. I squeaked as a burst of pleasure blasted through my veins, and my eyes closed.
“No, look at me when I touch you.” Tanner’s voice was demanding and my eyes opened on command. “See how wet you are, how much your body wants me,” he crooned, as he pushed a second finger inside me. The wet, squelching sounds his fingers made were obscene, and I flushed bright red with embarrassment.
“Tanner, no we—” I tried to say, belatedly remembering we were likely to be interrupted any second now.
“Eva, eyes on me, baby.” I forced myself to look at him. Those startling gold eyes of his were hypnotic. It was like falling into a dream and losing all sense of reality. The kitchen faded away. I could vaguely hear the faucet dripping in the background - splat, splat, splat - but Tanner demanded 100% of my attention, sucking me in like a black hole.
