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“Hi,” I croak out. His eyes snap to mine. His smile wavers but flickers back to life when he sees mine. “Thanks.”
I can’t see his whole face, but I know his brows are furrowed from the upturn of his eyes. “Why the fuck areyouthankingme?That was incredible, Rayvn.”
Something in his words makes me pause. My heart skips a beat. “Was that your first time?” His head jolts back at my question, and his eyes flit away. A pregnant pause builds between us. Finally, he nods. “Your first primal scene?”
“My first any scene,” he scoffs quietly. I open my mouth to respond, to ask questions. So many questions, but then, he’s rising to his feet and tucking his dick away. He settles the mask on his face properly and bends down, lifting me into his arms. “Are you okay? Was I too rough? Did I hurt you?"
I suck in a breath at the way it feels to be in his arms. He carries me so easily like I weigh nothing. He begins the long trek toward the parking lot, and finally, I find my words. “I’m amazing, Wolfe. You did so well.” Everyone likes praise. Even men. They’re basically just overgrown children waiting for you to put their drawings on the fridge.
"Do you need me to—” he breaks of, looking around awkwardly. "Take care of you?"
I laugh quietly, shrugging off the way that offer gives me butterflies. "If you're asking if I need aftercare, I don't. It's not something I ever needed before. I just like to go home and relax."
He smirks down at me. At least, that’s what I think he’s doing. “You did so good, Sweetling. That was one of the best experiences of my life. It’s—” he breaks off, searching for the word. I cling tightly to his shoulders, waiting with bated breath to hear his every thought.He’s here. I’m in his arms. Finally. He’s mine. Woah, calm down with the possession, Ray. “Freeing.”
I grin, nodding my agreement. “I feel the same way.” We fall into silence, both of us riding the adrenaline high. Soon, the exhaustion will come. I feel like there are so many things I want to say, to ask, but right now, I can’t, so I settle for simplyfeeling.
I’m half asleep when we reach my car. Reluctantly, he releases me. I slide down his body, gripping him along the way, relishing the way his skin feels beneath mine. I cringe when my feet hit the ground. Yeah, I’m going to be sore. Wolfe’s hands are still banded around my waist, mine are around his neck as we stare at each other.
“Are you going to take it off?” I whisper.
Slowly, he shakes his head. “Not yet, Little Fox.” Disappointment fills me, replacing some of my previous high. I go to pull away, but he tightens his grip.
“Are you stalking me, Wolfe?” I ask.
He barks out a laugh and shrugs. “Does that bother you?” I gape at him, but he goes on, unbothered. “I meant it when I said you’re mine, Little Fox. I told you how I feel. I told you that I want to possess you. That when it comes to you, I’m not in my right mind. I told you, and I asked if you wanted this. You said yes. You made the deal, now you have to suffer the consequences.”
“But—” I protest, unsure what I even want to say. My hands flail about in exasperation. “Butwhystalking?”
“Because you like it.” His statement is simple and matter of fact. He says it as though it makes all the sense in the world. “Because you want it, and I want to make you happy.”
He’s right. I do like it. I like the fear, the not knowing, the anticipation. It’s half the fun. And he’s willing to do it for me because he feelsthatstrongly for me. Happiness fills me in surprising and unusual amounts. The only emotion I ever feel to the extreme is fear, and adrenaline. Sadness, of course, if something really tragic happens, but I can’t remember the last time in my depressing, mediocre existence I felt this happy.
“But if I know you’re following me, how will it be the same?” I ask dumbly, my mind still circling over his words.He’d do anything to make me happy.“I want to make you happy, too,” I blurt.
He leans forward, pressing his forehead to mine. The plastic mask is uncomfortable between us, and at this moment, I loathe the thing that just brought me so much rapture. “You make me happy. Everything you do. Simply breathing in my direction. I’m gone for you, Rayvn. Utterly obsessed. Just let me in, and let me give you myself in my own time. That’s what will make me happy. And to answer your other question—” he breaks off, pulling away.
My brows furrow as I wait for him to reply. He leans forward, bending into the curve of my neck. One hand grips my jaw tightly, tilting me where he wants me and keeping me in place. He lifts the mask up enough that I can feel his hot breath against my skin. I shiver with need and arousal. My thighs clench together, and I find myself a wet, sticky mess.
“Go home, take a hot bath, and take the sleeping pills again, Little Fox.” He presses his lips sweetly to the place beneath my ear that still aches from his bite at the club. He laves his tongue over it like he’s remembering it just as fondly as I do. “Don’t disappoint me.”
And then, he’s gone, and I realize just how fucked I truly am because the first thought that crosses my mind is—I can’t wait to see what he does to me while I sleep.
Chapter Seventeen
Christ,she’ssoprettywhen she sleeps.
Her skin is smooth and hot beneath my fingers. She smells sweet, like chocolate and sin. I want to devour her. Eat her alive. Suck her dry. Fucking consume her until neither of us knows where one ends, and the other begins.
All in good time.
For now, playing with my Little Fox is enough.
It’s in the chase, the games. She loves them as much as I do. That’s why we’re perfect together. Perfect for each other. She just doesn’t know it yet. That’s okay. I’ll show her. I’m going to teach her so many things.
Teach her how fun it can be to let go and give in to your baser needs, yourinstincts. I didn’t even know mine existed in such a capacity until she came along. She upended my world. My calm, peaceful existence. At first, I was angry with her for it. So fucking angry. How dare she come into my life and change things—changeme?
I silently scoff at the thought. I was ignorant. Blind.
