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He doesn't utter a single word as he holsters his gun and moves to me. The moment his arms encircle me, drawing me into this muscular chest, I'm enveloped in a sense of safety that rocks me to my core. He climbs onto the bed and holds me against him as if I'm the only thing that matters. My sobs are muffled against his shirt and I can feel my tears soaking the soft fabric. His embrace feels like a shield against everything that's ever made me feel small and scared.
I've never experienced comfort like this before. I’ve never had anyone who wanted to wrap me up in their arms and chase away my nightmares. I thought I'd instinctively reject it or find it suffocating. But being right here? Wrapped up in the warm muscular body that smells of pine I feel the safest I have in my entire life. For the first time in what feels like forever, I allow myself to relax, to lean into the warmth of another person, and let go of the fear that's been my constant companion.
I felt it earlier today, spending time with him in my office and while we drank coffee in the kitchen. He just brings out a side of me that doesn't feel like it needs to look over my shoulder. It's this insane fucking feeling of knowing that nothing can touch me as long as he is nearby. Something inside of my very soul is screaming at me that Wolf is the safest place I could ever be.
I pull back and wipe my eyes, letting out a self-deprecating laugh, “I’m so sorry.”
Wolf's response is immediate, his voice a deep, comforting rumble that wraps around me like a warm blanket. "You have nothing to be sorry for," he insists, and the gentle way he tucks a stray lock of hair behind my ear sends shivers down my spine.
"Do you want to talk about it?" he asks, and there’s an earnestness in his voice that almost breaks me.
I shake my head and nibble on my lip. His eyes focus on the movement, his pupils dilating slightly. I can't stop my gaze from dropping to his lips for a moment and heat floods me. My breath feels like it gets trapped in my lungs as I continue to stare at those perfect lips. What I wouldn't give to have them pressed against mine. They look so full and thick, soft…I bet he kisses with so much passion that it would make you dizzy. I bet the feel of his stubble against my face would send my body into overdrive. I’ve never experienced that. The feel of being so swept up in a man, lust drugging me. I want it. I want it with Wolf. I want to feel him-
The moment breaks when he clears his throat and stands, looking down at me with an unreadable expression. For a minute, I wonder if I imagined the entire thing. If he never even glanced at my lips or had a spark of want in his eyes. It wouldn't shock me if I was wrong but I would be disappointed. Without a word, he turns to go to the door. Panic flutters in my chest.
"Wolf," I call out, my voice barely above a whisper.
He turns, his expression still unreadable, “Yes?”
The words tumble out before I can second-guess them. "Can you stay until I fall asleep?"
I brace myself for rejection, for laughter, for a dismissal that never comes. I’m just desperate enough to actually voice my vulnerability. The idea that he can sit here and watch me while I try to find sleep is so…warm. It feels like if he is in the room all my nightmares will be too afraid to show face.
He nods without hesitation, his expression softening as he takes in my tear-stained face, and moves to settle in the chair by the corner of my room like a silent guardian against the night. The thought of him there, watching over me, banishes the darkness at the edges of my mind. With him watching over me I allow myself to drift to sleep thinking about how good it would feel if Wolf wanted me the same way that I want him.
Chapter 11
Wolf
"An obsession is a way for damaged people to damage themselves more." - Mark Barrowcliffe
Slowly Dakota’s breathing evens out and she falls into a peaceful sleep. My heart is still hammering in my chest from the fear that flooded me when I heard her scream. I didn't hesitate to run into her room. I was afraid I would be too late, that Rodrigo would have sent someone to hurt her and he would have already accomplished the task before I could get to her.
But when I got inside and saw the fearful tear-filled gaze of the most beautiful woman, my heart shattered. I wanted to hold her and make her feel safe…and for the first time in my life, I did that. I didn't hesitate as I crossed the room and pulled her small soft trembling frame into mine.
Fuck I didn't want to let her go. I wanted to stay right there and hold her for the rest of the night. No…I wanted to do way more than hold her.
I didn't miss the way her eyes lingered on my lips, or the lust that spread through her expression. I wanted to take that and fucking devour it. My cock had thickened instantly, blood rushing south and begging for release.
It had taken every single ounce of restraint to not close the gap and press my lips against hers. I should be considered a saint for the way I had ignored my throbbing dick and went to the chair in the corner. Fuck knows I wanted to do a lot more than just sit here.
Even now, while she sleeps a few feet away from me, my dick is throbbing in my jeans. I have never in my life wanted to be buried so deep inside someone. Jesus, even the idea of having her lips on mine is enough to have my body tensing with need.
She’s absolutely fucking perfect. My eyes are glued to the rise and fall of her chest, her peaked nipples visible through the fabric of her shirt. I want to be able to suck one of those tight little nubs into my mouth and graze my teeth over them until she is writhing and moaning my name.
I bite on the inside of my cheek as I release my aching cock from my jeans and wrap my fist around it tightly. The tight grip only seems to increase my fucking desire as I continue to stare at her chest. My body is begging me to go over to her and fucking ravage her tight little body.
I know it’s wrong…perverted maybe. But I can’t stop the way my body begs for more. The way she had devoured my lips with her eyes is still playing on repeat in my head. That’s right…I’m turned on by her fucking gaze.
My eyes move up to her relaxed face, her eyes shut peacefully and her lips parted with each soft breath. God, her lips are so fucking perfect. Light pillowy and pink. Slowly, I shuffle my hand up my cock to the crown, sliding my thumb over the slit and smearing my pre-cum. I bet the feel of her warm wet mouth enveloping my cock would be life-changing.
I can just imagine how fucking good she would look on her knees, staring up at me with those big beautiful eyes as she opened her mouth wide, sticking her tongue out to taste me. I want nothing more than to slide inside her mouth, pushingforward until my tip breaches her tight throat. The idea of the tears that would fill her eyes as she stares up at me, taking me deep and hollowing out her cheeks is enough to have me choking back a groan.
I shuffle my hand faster, my breathing coming out in soft pants, as I continue to stare at that fucking mouth. The mouth that is now playing lead in my fantasies. I want to see those plump lips wrapped around the head of my cock. I want to taste her tongue on mine. I want to feel her sweet panting breaths as she comes apart on my cock.
But Jesus Christ the idea of her on her knees for me? Her sweet moans would vibrate my dick as she gripped my thighs tightly, holding herself to me. Fuck, I bet she would beg for more. I want to wrap her hair in my fist and fuck her tight little throat. I want to ravage her until she's a tear-stained mess, moaning for more.
I bite my cheek so hard that the taste of copper floods my mouth at the same time that a tingle shoots up my spine and my cock erupts in my hand. Bliss overtakes me as black spots dance in my vision.
