Page 45 of Tamed Wolf

“Do you need me to take control, Lark? Is that what you need most from me right now?”

I nod and he carefully removes my underwear, then my bra, fingers skimming me and driving me higher the whole time. I can't spread my legs fast enough, dying to feel his bare skin against the heat of me.

“Goddess, look at you. You're dripping. Are you hurting right now, Lark? Can I make it better for you?”

“Need to feel you inside of me moving, slamming into me, flipping me over and smacking into me. If that's something you can do, I need to experience it. I need to know what it's like.”

“Whatwhat'slike, love?” he asks as a hand drops around the thick, hard length of him, pumping up and down slowly.

How many times have I been in this position with Trevor and Ivan? Every damn time it's felt lecherous, like I was just there to get them off. But Beckett is looking into my eyes, and I can tell that he appreciates my body because it's part ofme, not because it's appealing to him. “Need to know what it's like to feel like I matter, like I'm worthy of having someone care for me. I know that's a lot to ask of you, and maybe this is just sex to you—"

“You have no idea how goddessdamned possessive we already feel of you. I know getting us all out of this whole mess might be a bit tricky, but for now, I want you to revel in the fact that I'm gonna make you feel so fucking good. Pretend like they can still feel that tainted mate bond they shattered, and while I’m moving inside of you, let them know how much better we can take care of you, because they failed.”

And with that, he eases inside of me. I can feel the latex barrier he's sheathed himself with which makes me feel respected, but also stirs up more complicated emotions. I know it’s the safe, responsible choice, but I don’t feel like being safe or responsible.

I want to get as far away from the sad, tolerant version of me as I can get. I want to be reckless and free, but I don’t know how to even take that first step.

That first thrust is already so different. I'm used tothemforcing themselves in and not caring about how it is for me. But as Beckett slowly works himself inside my body, I decide then and there to stop thinking about the wolves that put me in this condition. No matter what it takes, I'm going to find a way to get them out of my life. No matter the cost.

When he's fully inside of me, Beckett immediately withdraws and slides back in, changing the angle of his hips and watching me, making sure I'm not wincing or anything. “Too slow,” I croak out.

“I'll get you there, baby, promise. I want to make sure your body's ready for me. I can't hurt you, you're too precious.” He starts driving me crazy, filling me up and then taking himself away, over and over again until I feel as if I'm going to go mad from need. I hook my heels behind his back, trying to push him into me more, and eventually, he gives it to me.

My legs get draped over the top of his arms as he presses forward to kiss me, connecting us on every plane. I can feel his abs curling as he works himself in and out of me, making me feel in control for the first time in days as he nibbles on my neck, pressing his teeth lightly into the skin there. Just enough to tease me, to make me even needier.

Another wave of heat washes over me, making me cry out, and he gets the hint. He pulls out and swiftly grabs me by the hips, flipping me over like a damn pancake as he rams into me from behind. He pulls my ass high in the air, making me present for him while he runs a hand down my spine and whispers “Good wolf,” in my ear.

Oh yeah, my wolf likes that a lot.

To be fair though, she is a good wolf.

From this angle everything feels so different and he's able to go even faster, so I take what he gives me, letting the euphoria wash over me. I've never climaxed with just penetration before, so I'm surprised when I feel a deep pull inside of me, hitting me far different than I’ve felt. But it hits me hard, and I can feel my body clenching, daring Beckett to keep trying to move in and out.

I scream out, unable to stay quiet; it's just too much. The heat likes this, demands more.

Another voice comes in the room, murmuring something to Beckett that I can’t make out when I’m in this fog, but I know that voice, and I whip my head around so fast I'm surprised I don't sprain it. “Blake? Are you here for me?”

I hate how unsure I sound; love the way he growls as he stalks across the room. He gets down on the bed next to me, bringing his face close to me so that we're breathing the same air. “Of course I'm here for you. Think there's anywhere else I want to be?”

“Rowan?” I don't want to remind them that they have somebody else important in their life, somebody way important than me in fact, but I should have known they wouldn't let me down. I don't need to worry about them parenting that angel baby, because everything they do is perfect, apparently.

He shakes his head. “He's with our parents. We’re all yours, Lark.”

Just that bit of sacrifice overwhelms me, and I don't even notice that Beckett isn’t inside me anymore because my brain is having a hard time focusing on more than one thing. Now I feel empty, and also like I kind of want to crawl inside Blake's skin.

Scooting as close to him as I can get, I curl into him, pressing our bodies together. I bury my face in the column of his throat and inhale the calming scent there, letting it wash over me and center me. “This is too much,” I whisper against him. I feel his rough hands smooth back my hair, then run down my back. Once again, I don't feel like an object as he holds me even while I'm naked. He's treating me like he’s just here to give me what I need, not to take anything for himself. Even though he just walked right in and saw what I was doing with my body, he’s not helping himself to what his body may want. This is revelatory for me.

“Why do you look confused?” His thumb sneaks out to my eyebrows and smooths them out, flattening them.

“I just thought... do you not want me?”

He presses his hips against me firmer, showing exactly how useless that question was. “Lark, if you're wondering why I'm not making a move on you currently, it's because this is your body. I have no right to it. I know that must be novel thing for you to hear, but you have full agency over your body. If you want to share it with me, you're going to have to tell me so. Just like you had to tell my brother. And like you'll have to tell my other brother when he comes. And just so you know, if Beckett is the only one you want right now, that's completely allowed. You don't feel bad if that's the only thing driving you at the moment. We're not going to throw a fit because we don't get our dicks wet. We just want to take care of you and help you through this. We want to see you back to your normal, gorgeous self that isn’t listless and glassy-eyed. You scared the shit out of us, beautiful."

Sadness hits me, because what happens after this? Then I decide that I've already been through the worst that could happen, and I ask him that exact question out loud.

“After this? You mean when we tame your heat? The ones those fucks forced on you?”

I nod, scared to hear the answer. I’m scared of everything and I'm sick of it. I'm sick to death of being scared of my own damn shadow, of being tamed and poised to please.

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