His thrusts get deeper, harder, and I gasp, clinging to him, meeting him without shame now. My body knows what it wants, and it wants him.
Wolf’s hand slides between us and finds my clit, thumb rubbing in tight circles while he drives into me.
The combination is too much.
My breath breaks. My body tightens. I claw at his back and he groans, rough and broken.
“Come for me,” he growls. “That’s it. Angel, come.”
I shatter around him, crying out, shaking hard, pleasure ripping through me like lightning.
Wolf’s control snaps.
He thrusts hard, a few deep strokes, then stills with a strangled sound, head dropping to my shoulder as he finishes, body trembling over mine.
For a moment, there’s only our breathing and the firelight and the way he holds me like he’s afraid I’ll disappear.
Wolf stays inside me, not moving, arms wrapped around me, his mouth pressed to my throat.
“You okay,” he whispers, voice rough.
I nod, dazed. “Yes.”
He exhales like relief.
Then he kisses my cheek, softer than everything that came before.
“Good,” he murmurs. “Because you’re not leaving me.”
Chapter 5
Wolf
Shefallsasleeponmy couch like her body finally remembers it’s allowed to stop fighting.
The fire has burned down to a low glow. The cabin is quiet except for the crackle and the wind brushing the walls.
I sit there for a few seconds and watch her sleep, and it hits me harder than anything did in three tours.
This.
A woman in my cabin. A woman I just met. Curvy and soft and scared enough to walk into a biker bar and choose me.
I should be sleeping too. I should be planning. I should be thinking about that man and whatever agreement he thinks exists and what kind of trouble he’ll bring next.
Instead, I’m watching her breathe.
That’s the dangerous part.
Because wanting her isn’t the dangerous part. I’ve wanted women before. This isn’t that.
This is possession. It’s the way my hand still remembers her waist. The way my mouth still remembers her sound. The waymy brain keeps circling one thought like it’s the only thing that makes sense.
Mine.
I told a stranger in a bar that she was my woman, and it wasn’t a lie. It was the first honest thing I’ve said in years.
My chest feels tight, like I’m back in a place where the air is thin and the ground isn’t steady. Feelings do that to me. They tilt the world. They make you reach for something you can’t control.
