Chapter 19 #3
Her pussy clamps down, velvet walls fluttering around me as she shatters.
I slam forward one last time and let go.
Cum floods into her—hot and claiming. Thick ropes spill deep inside her, right where they belong.
I hold her there, impaled and trembling, cock buried to the hilt as my release pulses through her.
“Fuck,” I rasp, voice shredded. “That’s it. Take all of me.”
She whimpers, her body wrecked. I don’t move. Not yet. Not until I’ve memorized the way she feels wrapped around me.
She collapses, and I cradle her, hands gentler now, whispering praise into sweat-slick skin. “Beautiful girl. Say my name.”
She turns her face, lips parted. “My Wolf—”
God, yes.
I kiss her neck. “You did so fucking well.”
She melts beneath me.
Obedient. Ruined. Claimed.
Her breath stutters against the mattress as I ease back, still buried deep, still pulsing inside her. I run my hands down her back, slow and soothing, tracing every tremor.
Then I pull out.
She whimpers, and I reach for the restraints, undoing the knots one by one. The silk slips from her skin. Her arms fall limp, and I gather her into me.
I kiss her shoulder, the hollow of her spine, and the side of her neck where her pulse still races. She melts into me. No resistance. Only surrender.
I wrap my arms around her and hold tight.
“You were perfect, Babygirl.” I brush damp hair from her cheek. “So fucking perfect. You belong to me now.”
She shifts. The blindfold is askew but still covering her eyes. “I’m yours.”
We’re tangled with her cheek on my chest, her leg over mine. The silk tie is crumpled beside us. And in the dark—where the air still hums with sex and sweat and something sacred—I hold her.
This woman’s carved into me now, and I have no plans of letting go.
She stirs, her voice soft against my skin. “You still haven’t told me your name.”
I stroke a hand down her back. “You’ll know soon.”
She lifts her head, blindfold still in place. “What do you look like?”
I guide her hand up, placing it on my face. “You tell me.”
Her fingers trail over my brow, cheek, and jaw. “Strong,” she whispers. “Sharp. And you rarely smile.”
A low chuckle rumbles in my chest. “You get under my skin and make me want to smile. That’s a dangerous trick.”
She laughs, low and wicked. “What is it that gets you grinning? My mouth? My obedience? Or the mess I make on your cock?”
“It’s all of it.” I brush a kiss to her temple. “You’re exquisite. And filthy. And all mine.”
She shivers, curling closer. “This thing… whatever it is… it’s not normal.”
“No,” I agree. “It’s not. But it works.”
“Normal is overrated.”
I pull the blanket up over her shoulders, drawing her in closer. My fingers trace slow circles along the dip of her spine, easing the last of the tension from her bones.
“Tonight was everything I wanted. More than I ever fucking imagined.”
She hums, content, her breath warm on my chest. “Yeah, it was… everything.”
My cock twitches at her voice, at the echo of everything, but I don’t move. Not yet. She needs this.
“I’ll be gone before the sun comes up. But I’ll come back.”
“Promise?”
“I’ll never break a promise to you.”
She nods against me.
And suddenly—as though we’ve done this a hundred times—we fall asleep. Twisted in silk and sweat. Wrapped in secrets. Tethered by something neither of us dares to name.
Morning comes fast.
The sheets are twisted low at her hips. Laurette doesn’t stir—sleeping on her stomach, skin bare, the clasp of her necklace resting at her nape. Her breath is slow. Lips parted. Hair a tousled halo across the pillow.
And I have to go before the sun catches me.
Every trace of me vanishes… except what I left inside her.
Before I leave, I give her more than a memory. A notecard waits on her nightstand. I tuck it beside her phone, close enough she’ll find it when the light bleeds in.
Babygirl,
You were made for this.
Keep that necklace on and stay wet for me. Keep thinking about the way I filled you and how deep I went.
Start practicing how to beg. Your Wolf will return soon.
—B
Back in the car, I sit behind the wheel. My pulse hasn’t slowed, and my hands still tremble.
She called me her wolf. She meant it. And now she’s my Babygirl.
I close my eyes and I see her—blindfolded, trusting, and begging.
The way her hips arched.
The way she whimpered.
The way she gave me everything without question and fear.
She let me inside. Let me claim every inch. No hesitation. No shame.
And now?
Any man who looks at her—any fucker who even thinks about her—will have to go through me. Because I don’t share. I don’t play nice. And I sure as hell don’t let go.
I shift into gear, eyes on the road, but my mind’s still back in her bed.
Her scent in my lungs.
Her taste still on my tongue.
Her body burned into my fucking bloodstream.
My hunger isn’t sated. It’s evolved.
I drive through the fading dark, one hand on the wheel, the other curling tight. Dawn’s just a whisper on the horizon.
Her words echo in my mind, binding me.
My Wolf.
And with brutal clarity, I know—
This is only the beginning.