Page 31 of Wicked Savage Wolves
With that one word, it’s like a bucket of water is dumped over me. “Why do you keep calling me that? What is your deal?” My voice is heated. I hate that he keeps making digs at me. I thought… I don’t know what I thought. But I don’t like him making fun of me.
He chuckles and my annoyance spikes. “I call you vanilla because…” he trails off with a grin.
I push at his chest, my claws pricking my fingertips to graze his bare skin. “Come on.”
His smile widens into the devilish smirk I’ve quickly grown accustomed to seeing on his face. He leans forward, his voice low as he whispers in my ear, “It’s my favorite flavor.”
His breath heats the shell of my ear and I can’t fight the tingles that race up and down my spine. “Your favorite flavor?” I ask, confused.
He nuzzles me and murmurs, “Mmm…. Mexican vanilla. The sweetest taste there is.”
Oh. My. God.
He trails kisses along my neck, his hands digging into my hips before he pulls back.
“I…” I swallow hard. “It’s late. I’m supposed to stay in Zheng’s cabin.” At the mention of his name Rafael growls, a deep throaty sound that leaves more liquid heat pooling between my thighs.
His eyes lock on mine for the briefest of moments before his lips come crashing down on my mouth, and then I’m drowning in him. His touch. His taste. I can’t seem to figure out up from down. All I know is that I want him. No. I need him. My wolf claws at my flesh, as though she’s equally eager to have a taste. I let her rise to the surface, knowing it’s her eyes now shining through my own.
My hips thrust forward and I grind against him. He groans, and I want to hear that sound again, so, so bad. I press my core against him harder and swivel my hips. His fingers dig into me hard enough to bruise as he clutches me tight to his chest.
“What are you doing to me?” His voice is husky.
I have no answer for him so I kiss him again. I rock against him, swallowing his groans as he greedily drinks down mine. The reality that one of the other guys can walk in on us at any moment doesn’t matter. All I can think of is how good he feels.
One calloused palm rises beneath my shirt and tugs down the cup of my bra. He pinches one hard peak and I cry out. It’s as if my nipple and clit are connected and I feel my release move closer, hovering just out of reach.
“Oh, God,” I gasp and try to move away. This is too much, too fast, but Rafael chases after me with his lips and I give in to him, too weak to shove him away. I trail my fingers over his bare chest, reveling in the feel of every dip and valley. He tugs my shirt up and I raise my arms, allowing him to pull it from me.
A quick motion at my back and the clasp on my bra is torn free. It falls down my shoulders before Rafael tugs it forward, discarding it somewhere to the side.
He drinks me in. His hungry gaze locks on my breasts. “So… fucking… beautiful,” he murmurs right before his mouth is on me. His lips wrap around my nipple and his tongue lashes at me as his other hand kneads my tender flesh.
I can’t take it. I writhe on top of him, pressing myself closer. Wishing there was nothing between us. I need to feel him inside of me. I need to feel something good. Something that can take all the pain and grief away. I know what I’m doing now and for a moment, guilt slams into me before I shove it aside.
I’m using him. But isn’t he using me, too?
With me still in his lap, Rafael cups my rear and stands. I wrap my legs around his waist and allow him to carry me down the darkened hallway. I kiss his neck. His shoulder. I can’t stop touching him.
When we reach a closed door, he fumbles to open it and then steps inside and carries me to the large bed in the center of the room. He lays me down with surprising care and just stands there, looking down at me with wonder on his face and a silver sheen rolling over his eyes.
The emotion worries me. I need whatever we’re doing right now to have boundaries.
“Rafe?” I push up to my elbows and he cocks his head to the side, his eyes boring into mine. I lick my lips. “This … whatever this is … it’s just fun. Okay?”
Anger flashes for a split second and then it’s gone as though it’d never been there. A wolfish smile tugs at the corner of his mouth and he reaches for me, his hand trailing up my side to my face before gripping my jaw as he brushes his thumb along my lower lip. “I want you.” There’s an edge to his voice. It’s all I can do not to reach out for him, draw him closer. His hands move to the waistband of my sweats. “I want to fuck you. I want you to scream my name. And I want you to come on my cock.”
I suck in a shuddering breath.
“But I don’t do relationships, vanilla, so don’t get this twisted. I’m not a nice guy. Right now, I only want one thing from you and that’s access to your pussy.” He slips a hand inside my sweats, sinking two fingers deep inside me.
I hiss.
The rational side of me knows this is a bad idea. He’ll hurt me. He’ll use me and toss me aside and no matter how many times I tell myself I’ll use him too, that this is a fair exchange, I know it isn’t. But I refuse to worry about that now.
Rafael is like a drug and I’m desperate to get my fix, all the while praying I don’t develop an addiction after just one hit.
He slides out of me before hooking his finger in my sweats and panties and in one smooth motion, he whisks them both off, and then I’m bare to him.
