“Fuck me,” she whimpers, the begging making me rock hard, as she damn well knows it will.
I flip her over, and press my lips against her ear, all while my dick rubs along her ass cheeks. “I swore I’d never hurt you, but that doesn’t mean I’ll play your games either.”
“No game. Take me. Hard. You need this as much as I do.” She struggles against my hold, knowing that will only rile my instincts to dominate.
With one hand against her upper back, I pin her down while I run my tongue down her spine to her ass.
No matter what game she’s playing, I can’t walk away without dominating. She ismyfemale.
My tongue dips in the fleshy crevice of her ass as I inhale to that enticing little pucker.
“Yes. There. Everywhere.”
The smell of her wet pussy fills the air becoming too much to ignore.
With both hands, I pull up her hips, and thrust my cock into her heat, fast and deep. There’s a shift in the air between us—almost relief—as I thrust in and out, holding her steady, giving her no room to move, no ability to push her hips into me.
“Mine,” I growl with each thrust, until she’s screaming from an orgasm so intense her walls squeeze me until I pump more of my seed into her.
With my balls finally empty, I collapse on top of her, thoroughly spent, and thoroughly undone as I realize I wasn’t the one who dominated here. It was my female who controlled me from the start and finally got what she wanted… me, a fucking messed up shifter who’s forgotten how to live.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
ANGEL
“Can’t breathe,” I rasp under Garrett’s weight after we both collapse to the ground.
“Fuck.” He hops off me and I roll onto my back and draw in a deep breath. “Sorry.” That’s all he says as his hand dives through his hair, a confused look on his face as he stares down at me.
I’m completely naked and he’s standing there fully dressed, pulling his pants back over his hips while still staring at me. Suddenly, I feel exposed. Not ashamed, just… exposed. I pull my coat over me like a blanket.
“Ah, fuck,” he says, turning his back to me. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!”
“You can leave if you want,” I say as I slowly pull my clothing towards me. It’s scattered all over the ground. I don’t even remember how he undressed me so fast. When I lift my ripped shirt, my body heats all over again as I remember how bright the teal of his eyes had been, how his hands moved over every part of me… it was as if he’d been waiting a long time to touch me.
“Leave you alone while you’re naked and vulnerable? Hell, no.”
“You almost sound like you care.” I nearly kick myself for my callousness, but I have to know if this is more than just sex to him. Or if I pushed him into something he truly didn’t want, at least not… with me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He paces like a caged wolf, never meeting my eyes.
“This… isn’t how I meant things to go between us.”
That gets his attention. He spins around, teal eyes brighter than usual, but his jaw tight, hardened. “You pushed me past my limits, even when I warned you. And don’t you dare say you didn’t hear me.”
“I heard you.” I put my shirt on backwards, so the ripped panel will be in back, beneath my jacket where no one will notice.
“Then why didn’t you stop?”
My eyes snap to his. “Isn’t that obvious by now? I wanted to be with you. I just didn’t think it would make you so…. mad.”
“Do you even know why I’m mad?”
“Because you’re still in love with Marla.”
“Fuck Marla. I never loved her. Thought I did, once, but that’s because I didn’t know what the fuck love was. Hell, I’m still not sure.
“But I can’t get you out of my mind, Angel. No matter what I do, I find myself looking for you, worrying about you, wondering what the fuck you’re doing and if you’re safe, happy… It’s downright confusing, and doesn’t calm down until I’m with you, or at least have you in sight. And then there’s my packmates. The shifters who don’t know how to mind their own fucking business. They’re in my face every time I turn around, saying I shouldn’t let you get away, that you’re good for me.”
