Page 34 of Wicked Wolves and Tangled Truths
I cut him off. “If you were that concerned, you would have been looking for her last night. Not this morning after your piece of ass slinked out of your bed.”
Guilt flashes across his face confirming what I’d suspected. Liu got his dick wet and didn’t once think about Isa until after he’d gotten what he wanted. “Good thing for you, I tookreal goodcare of her. Fucked her all night long.” I push off the porch and stalk closer, using my height to tower over him. “And fuck, Liu. You don’t know what you’re missing. She’s so tight and when she begs for it”—I grab my crotch in a suggestive manner—“music to my fucking ears.”
I have no fucking idea why I’m saying any of this. Why I want—no need—Liu and every other asshole at our school to know that Isa Romero is off limits until I deem otherwise.
We agreed to fun. No strings. No commitments. I’m not the relationship type, so hearing that from her last night should have made me happy. Instead, it made my blood run hot and filled my ears with my wolf’s roar, so I took my anger out on her hot little body. I was the one in charge. I decided whatever this was or wasn’t between us.
I should wake her up and send her on her way as soon as this fucker leaves. It’s what I would do with any other girl. But that idea has me gritting my teeth.
If I do that, Liu will just make another play for her. I’ll keep her this weekend to stick it to the asshole. Remind him that I can take any girl I want, when I want. Yeah, sounds like a great fucking idea.
I step back inside and slam the door in his face, not giving him a chance to respond. I can’t stand assholes like him. He’s such a fucking tool.
Back inside, Des waves toward the fresh pot of coffee. I wave him off. “Later,” I say. Because right now there is a naked she-wolf in my bed and I have plans to do wicked, wicked things to her body.
15
Isa
Iwake to unfamiliar surroundings. Bright light filters in through the window. I close my eyes against the early morning rays as the scent of chorizo and eggs assails my senses. Mmmm. Stretching my arms above my head, my face still pressed against the mattress, I work out some of the lingering aches in my body.
Who’s cooking? Mom?I wonder with a frown, face still buried in my pillow.
That can’t be right. What day is it today ... Saturday? She’d be at the Compound …
Then I remember she wouldn’t be at the Compound because she’s gone. Because she’d been killed by a troll on her way home to me.
I’m immediately hit with a crushing wave of sadness. I choke on a gasp but before my grief can consume me, I feel fingers skim lightly down my back. A roughened jaw scrapes against my skin. Memories of last night and who I shared them with come rushing to the forefront of my mind. And when Rafael rolls me over to my back, splaying my legs wide and teasing my body with skilled fingers, I arch toward him, immersing myself in the sensations of his touch as I push away the ache in my chest.
He worships my body and I drown in him. His taste. His touch. Breathing in the scent of sun, coriander, and musk that is uniquely him. It’s as if I’ll die without him in my lungs.
When emotions threaten to bubble up inside of me, I urge him to go faster. Harder. And he’s all too happy to comply. Fucking me to the edge of orgasm again and again without letting me dive off that particular cliff as I cling to him, almost afraid for when I fall.
Each time I get close to the edge, he shuts it down until I’m a writhing ball of desire, unable to think beyond the need coursing inside of me.
He’s just as rough with me this morning as he’d been the night before only this time, he doesn’t mask his hunger. His bone-deep desire to consume me. It should scare me. But it doesn’t. I need this just as much as he does.
My orgasm is right there, so close yet so far away, when Rafael slows down his thrusts.
I cry out in frustration, desperate for my release.
“You wanna come, vanilla?”
I nod, unable to form coherent words and I clench around him, chasing what I know waits just around the corner.
“Beg. Beg for it and maybe I’ll let you come.” His words are harsh, his tone mocking.
I bare my teeth at him, hating that he has this power over me. I shake my head, refusing to voice the words he’s asking for. I need to come but not like this. I know this game and I refuse to submit.
His eyes narrow, a tick forming in his jaw as a silver sheen rolls over his eyes. His wolf making an appearance.
He slows his thrusts once again. “Beg, baby girl.” He nuzzles my neck, nips my jaw. “Give me what I want. Submit or I’ll leave you wanting.”
“No.” I force the word past my lips despite my wolf’s protest.
Something deep inside makes me rebel against his command. To show him he isn’t the only one in control here. I know he wants me. This. Whatever it is. Just as much as I do. I can feel his need. He’s shaking with it.
With a snarl he slams his mouth to mine, our lips meeting in a furious kiss of tongue and teeth before he bites my bottom lip hard enough to make me bleed. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
