The Big Bad Wolf cares for me.
So I drop the towel, leaving myself bared, not looking away from his eyes. I’m too scared to release the words lodged in my throat. It’s too soon. It’s been mere days, but my feelings are almost too big for my body. But I’m beginning to realize that’s part of my wolf nature. If only I could shift into some animal and run off that energy the way Brexley does. But I suppose Brexley gives me other means of working off that excess.
So instead of saying the words, I take his hand and rest it on my bare chest, right over my heart. It pounds at the contact. If I can’t bring myself to say the words, maybe he can decipher the message my heart is beating into his palm.
Brexley’s pupils dilate even as his irises flash a white blue. “Why Red, what a big heart you have.”
“All the better to love you with.” The words slip out before I can think.
Holy fae lords, did I really just say that out loud?A shock of cold slams into my body as I realize how vulnerable I made myself, yet again. I seem to be unable to help myself when it comes to falling in love. No matter how scared I am, I can’t help but love, hard, hopeless, and with abandon.
I’m not sure if I love or hate this about myself.
Brexley’s fingers tighten in my hair, pulling me closer to him. Heat cuts through the cold fear gripping my body.
Searching my eyes in earnest, it’s as if he is trying to find the lie. In his gaze, I see a scared little boy, one who is dying to love and be loved. He’s been starving, and he’s learned to live with the hunger like I have. But maybe we don’t need to be skin and bones. Together we can be more.
“I think,” he clears his throat a couple of times, “I think I love you, too.” The words are gruff, and unsure. His hand presses harder against my chest. I’m not sure if it’s to steady himself or press the meaning directly into my chest.
The bridge of my nose prickles intensely, the need to cry gripping me. And then just as fast, it disappears. I’m all over the place.
The tips of my fingers skim along his chest, and I run them up to cup his face. Then I rise on my tiptoes and slant my mouth over his.
Our moans entangle with each other as we succumb like never before.
He gently draws me in to press my naked body against him. His tongue pushes into my mouth, both filling me and making me feel empty between my legs. I can’t help but notice how well we fit each other, as if made for one another. Warmth and love flows from my head to my toes like heated honey.
This time, this isn’t a fight where one or both of us lashes out or tries to gain dominance. This is about acceptance of the scariest fucking thing ever. And we are holding onto each other for dear life as if we’re afraid one of us is going to fall too hard and splinter into a million pieces.
He kisses me deeply, adamantly. I return it with everything I have in me, plastering myself against him. At the back of my mind I plead,please don’t destroy me. Please don’t let me destroy myself on you.
But it’s too late to avoid that. This wolf has the power to decimate me, and he knows it.
Hunter is a bare speck of dust compared to the whole planet-sized presence of Brexley. The Were crushes me to him so tightly, I can barely breathe.
“Red, I need you.” The way the words are ground out through his teeth, I can tell he wanted to use the ‘L’ word again. But it was scary enough the first time. He’s letting me know I could destroy him too.
I kiss him fiercely, digging my nails into his shoulders, showing him I’m not going anywhere.
He picks me up, my legs naturally winding around his waist. My center slides against the thin material of his pants and the ridged bulge underneath. I bite his lip as heat shoots from my sex straight to my head, leaving me fevered.
Brexley walks us over to the bed. Laying me down, he makes quick work of his pants. Standing before me, naked, his erection proudly jutting from his unreal body, I still can’t find my breath.
What if? What if I got to have this for real, for always? Isn’t that what we’re doing here?
Brexley traces the tip of his finger along my tattoo, tracing the lines and the wolf face.
Even though we confessed our feelings, fear grips me tight like a vindictive anaconda.
Brexley drops between my legs, giving me no time to prepare. He easily slips a finger inside me, and sucks on my clit sending white hot sparks blazing through me. I clutch at the sheets, my hips rolling as he eats me like a starving wolf. My desire jettisons up so fast, I’m dizzy from the speed.
In no time, I’m breaking on his tongue and fingers, my pleasure flooding Brexley. All too soon that pleasure grates as his speed doubles and he gives me more than I can take.
“Brex,” I gasp and plead, yanking at his hair to get him to stop. I madly twist, trying to break free, but he uses his forearm to push down my lower belly and trap me.
It’s too much, it’s just too much.
He lifts his head, eyes glinting with power. “You can take it, pet.” Grinning like the devil, his tongue dips into my navel, toying with the ring there.
