Chapter 43 #2
My mind shattered, splitting into tiny fragments. And I screamed for him just like he said I would. The scream came from deep inside me. From a place where pleasure had been desperate for release.
Wetness rushed out of me as I came in his mouth. Wolfe continued licking and lapping until he'd drunk every single drop. And he kept going, still dragging wave after wave of pleasure from my body until I could no longer bear the intensity.
Then I came again, screaming and clutching his shoulders as I writhed beneath him. My insides buckled. I was one step away from madness, but I didn't want the moment to end or this pleasure to stop.
When he looked up at me, smiling like a devil who'd finally cornered his prey, I stopped breathing and my screams cut.
Wolfe slid up my body until we were eye to eye, his lips a teasing breath away from mine, his massive frame looming over me like a shadow. Propping himself up on one thick forearm, he caught my face and stared down at me, the foreboding smile now replaced by something far more dangerous.
“I'm going to fuck you,” he murmured, his hot, sexy breath burning my skin with more desire. “I'm going to bury my cock so deep inside you, no curse on earth will make you forget me.”
“Wolfe...” I breathed his name, so stunned by his crass words nothing else came to me.
“But if we do this, I'm not letting you go,” he rasped, keeping those piercing eyes riveted to mine. “I mean it, mage. You'll be mine for-fucking-ever.”
Blessed Mother. The gravity of those words struck me deep in my soul, penetrating that place where all meaningful decisions were made.
I gazed up at him and realized the real question was how badly I wanted him. How badly did I want to cross another line we shouldn't be crossing?
“What say ye, Ziyka?”
“Yes.” I heard myself say, sounding surer than I'd ever been in my life.
His gaze darkened with untamed lust and possession. Watching him made my pulse gallop as if warning me away from danger. But I ignored it and reached one trembling hand up to my beautiful villain's face before undoing the top buttons on his shirt.
Wolfe's gaze dropped to where I worked the buttons, and he caught my hand, stopping me. He brought my knuckles to his lips and pressed a kiss to my skin, then lifted his shirt off over his head.
Hard ridges of muscles mixed with inky warrior tattoos met my eyes, making me forget my nerves. Desperate to touch him, I pressed my hand to his chest and relished the way his skin burned at my touch. I traced every hard ridge, letting his warmth bleed into me.
“Remember, I won't be gentle with you,” he warned, his voice a low gravel that scraped against my spine and settled deep in every secret part of me that begged for him.
“Don't.” I panted, my voice breaking. “Don't be gentle. I don’t want you to be.”
We moved toward each other at the same time for a breathless kiss. The kind people talk about in songs and poetry. It sang through my veins with relentless passion, unlocking my deepest desire.
Then a knock on the door broke through the haze of passion and we stopped. Stopped kissing, stopped touching, stopped moving.
“Wolfe.” It was Garrick.
At the sound of his voice, a feral look washed over Wolfe's face that was so vicious my heart stilled.
“Fuck off,” Wolfe growled, glaring at the door as if he was going to blast it to kingdom come.
“Sorry, I hate to disturb you.”
“Then leave if you value your life.”
“Your uncle sent a raven.” Garrick spoke, despite the threat. “It's important. A rebel spy was caught trying to get past the outland borders. He's one of ours, Wolfe. A guard from the capital. The generals have requested your presence as Lord Commander.”
I didn't know what that was about, but it sounded important. From the sudden shift in Wolfe's stony expression to realization, I sensed it was definitely something he'd have to look into. And that meant leaving me.
This was the first time that I knew of that anything like this had happened.
Wolfe looked back at me, defeat caving his chest. “I'll be out in a minute.” Although he was talking to Garrick, he continued staring at me.
“I'll get your armor ready.” Garrick's footsteps sounded on the other side of the door as he walked away.
Remembering my nakedness, I grabbed the sheet and covered myself.
It was over.
Whatever spirit of lust had possessed Wolfe and me was gone now. And it might never return. Knowing him, the next time he saw me, he'd go back to being cold as ice.
He was the master when it came to shutting down. I couldn't do it so easily, so I'd be the fool again because I couldn't stop wanting him.
“I should go,” I muttered, trying to get off the bed.
Wolfe caught me, slipping one arm around my waist to pull me back, flush against him.
“Soon,” he said the word like a promise he would always keep.
My eyes widened at the certainty in his voice, and hope warred against fear in my chest. “Soon?”
“Soon.”
He pressed his forehead to mine, and Gods help me, my poor heart melted.
My body trembled against his, still aching from what we'd almost had.
Soon.
The word echoed through my soul and swam beneath my skin.
Soon couldn’t come quickly enough.