Chapter 28 #2
The first stroke of his mouth tore a cry from me. He started slow, teasing, tracing around my entrance before flicking lightly over my clit. My good hand fisted in the sheets while I fought to keep still.
“Fuck. Wolfe…”
He hummed against me; the vibration sent heat radiating outward. His grip tightened on my thighs, holding me open as he explored with devastating care. Each pass of his tongue was deliberate, stacking sensation.
“More. Please, more.”
He slid a finger inside me while his mouth kept working. Dual sensation made my back bow, pleasure crashing into the edge of pain and swallowing it.
“Oh God, yes.” I rocked into him.
A second finger joined the first. He curled them, found the spot that made my teeth catch on a gasp. I trembled, close and climbing.
“I need you inside me. Please, I want to feel you.”
He pulled back, lips wet. “No. You’re hurt.”
“I don’t care.”
“I do.” His fingers didn’t let up. “This is what you get tonight.”
A frustrated sound broke from me even as the pressure built, tight and aching. “That’s not fair. I want you to feel good too.”
“I am.” His gaze raked over me, dark and intent. “Watching you fall apart is enough.”
“Bullshit.” I swallowed air. “I can see how hard you are.”
His jaw flexed, the only betrayal of strain. His fingers twisted, thumb circling my clit, and speech dissolved into noise.
“Please.” I clung to his gaze. “I don’t want to be the only one who comes. Let me see you. Let me watch.”
Something cracked in his control. He bent, mouth sealing over me again, and his free hand went to the front of his pants. The sight of him touching himself while he devoured me tipped me to the edge.
“Yes. Show me.”
With a low sound, he freed himself. He was already hard, the head slick. His fist wrapped around his length, stroking slowly as his tongue worked me with ruthless focus.
“That’s so hot.” I didn’t know if I meant him or what he was doing. “Faster.”
He obliged. The room filled with the indecent rhythm of his mouth on me and his grip on himself.
“I’m close.” My thighs shook.
He looked up at me, and that was all it took. Release slammed through me, pleasure so sharp it almost hurt. I cried out his name, shaking through it.
Through the haze, I watched him finish himself, hand moving in quick, efficient strokes. A vein stood out in his neck as he fought to keep silent. The sight of a controlled, dangerous man coming apart because of me was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.
“Let me see you come apart,” I said to him.
His restraint snapped. With a rough groan, he spilled over his fist, heat pulsing across his skin. The sight pulled a second, smaller climax from me, a shiver that left me breathless.
We didn’t move for a long beat, both caught in aftershocks. Then Wolfe rose, tucked himself away, and disappeared into the bathroom. He returned with a warm, damp cloth and cleaned me with the same careful attention as before.
“That was…” Words failed.
“Yes.” No explanation needed.
He settled me under the covers, then shed his clothes and slipped in beside me. I curled against him, my good arm draped across his chest, my head tucked into his shoulder.
“Don’t disappear on me again,” I murmured, sleep pulling at me.
His arms tightened. “Never by choice.”
I sank into the mattress and into his warmth. For once, I didn’t fight it. My body needed rest. The steady rhythm of his breathing felt like the only solid thing in a world that wouldn’t stop shifting.
I let myself hover between waking and dreams. No analysis, no plans, no next steps. Just this bed. This man. For the first time in days, I let go.
Sleep had almost taken me when a sound sliced the quiet. Sharp. Insistent.
A phone ringing.
I blinked, disoriented, as Wolfe shifted carefully. The mattress lifted under his weight, and cold crept into the space he vacated. Through half-closed eyes, I watched him reach for the side table where the burner vibrated.
“Mmm, who is it?” I mumbled, pushing up on my good elbow. The fog made everything feel distant.
He glanced at me, expression unreadable in the dim. “Unknown.”
“Put it on speaker.” The haze burned away. “Could be Mattie or Damon. They’re the only ones with the number.”
He nodded, tapped a button. “Yes?”
A scream tore through the speaker—high, female, terrified. Ice flooded my veins. I knew that voice.
“Mattie?” I was fully awake now, adrenaline slamming through me.
Her voice followed, hoarse, shredded. “Please, don’t… I don’t know anything! I swear I don’t—”
Another scream cut her off, raw and awful.
“Mattie!” I lurched upright despite the stab under my ribs. “Mattie, where are you?”
Silence. Heavy breathing. Then another voice.
“I knew you were up to something at the hospital.”
Wolfe went rigid. His knuckles whitened around the phone.
“Blackout,” I said. The name fell like a curse.
“Your performance was impressive,” Blackout continued, tone flat as Mattie whimpered in the background. “But flawed. I couldn’t track you directly, so I went for the next best thing.”
Mattie cried out again, muffled, as if someone had covered her mouth.
I met Wolfe’s eyes. The softness was gone. In its place was something cold and lethal. The hunter was back.
“Since you’re together, I’m sending coordinates,” Blackout said. “I don’t need to explain what happens next.”
The line went dead.