Page 77 of Redd

This is insane, I don't want him. Not now, not anymore.

Stepping to the right, he sidestepped to block me, moving to the left, he mimicked my motion and refused to let me squeeze through.

“Get out of my way.”

“And if I don't?” His arms stretched out beside my head, boxing me in.

“If you don't, you're going to have a pair of swollen balls tomorrow.” Raising my knee up, I pressed it into his thigh. “So I suggest you get the fuck out of my way.”

His eyes switched back and forth between mine, trying to figure out how serious I was. Crooking his jaw, he closed the last few inches between us, forcing his thigh between my legs. “I'm not moving, Bijou, not until you hear me out on this.”

“You already said all I needed to hear.” My lids lowered, lips drawing taut.

“I haven't said enough, that's the problem.” Shifting his knee, my thighs parted wider, making room for him to wedge his cock against my belly. “But we don't have to talk anymore right now, not if you don't want to. Just tell me what you want from me.”

My heart raced a million miles a minute as my body grew hotter and my brain switched from emotional to greedy. I wanted him; I wanted him to touch me, to caress me, to make me feel all the tingles and chills.

It felt like an addiction I couldn't control. All I wanted was one more hit, I could stop at any time. But that wasn't the truth. I'd want more and more until the cravings hurt and I couldn't function without him.

A tiny voice chirped in my ear, reminding me of what he had done for me. Bad men, truly evil men—even they wouldn't kill their own blood unless they were forced to, and they certainly didn't rescue wounded birds.

I was that wounded bird. Dropped from the branch and left for the predators to feed on, only to be scooped up and coddled into flight by a wolf with a conscience.

Redd wasn't a monster. And it didn't matter how much I might try to convince myself he was. . . Because my heart knew better.

'Did you kill her father too?'I had asked him that, I had tempted the beast to come out and play and didn't even know it. I wasn't blaming myself for him pinning me to the wall, but it was my hand that twisted his arm.

His strong fingers cupped my cheek, head tilting to stare deep into my eyes. “You want to hate me for what I did, but you don't. Because you already know that I'm not the man you're imagining. I'm not saying I don't feel it in some way, he was still my father. But I don't regret it.”

Parting my lips, I tried to regain my voice, attempting to turn my feelings into words. The hard curve of his knee scrapped my sex, sending a rush of sexual adrenaline through my system.

Leaning in, he placed his lips against the shell of my ear and whispered. “You're so fucking wet right now, I think I have your answer.”

Curling his fingers around my neck, he flipped me against the wall, holding my cheek against the cool paneling. Gasping, I moaned as he slipped his finger up the center of my pussy and spread my juice.

I didn't fight him, and I didn't want to. I wanted him to take me. Rational or not, the feelings I had for this man were stronger than anything I had ever felt before.

Moaning, I arched my back, pushing my ass against his lower belly and grinding into his muscles. “I don't want to know.” My voice was faint, built on air and desire.

“Yes you do.” The tips of his fingers dug into my skin, holding me firmly in place. Gliding his index finger up and down, he flicked my clit over and over. “And I'll tell you everything.”

“No, I don't need to know. It doesn't matter.” Closing my eyes, I groaned again as his touch grew heavier over my sensitive button.

Nothing he had done mattered. He saved me, that was all I cared about. Whatever he had been in the past and the man I could see, they weren't the same.

Redd's hard length slipped between my ass cheeks, hips rocking back and forth. “Tell me why,” he said, his tone husky and full. “I need to know why it doesn't matter.”

Twisting to look at him over my shoulder, I splayed open palms on the wall and pushed back into his chest. His hand fell off my neck, tracing my ribs and coming around to squeeze my breast.

“Tell me, Bijou.” Pinching my nipple, he plucked the tender bead, coaxing another moan from deep within my lungs.

“Because I already know who you are.” Removing a hand off the wall, I curled it back over his neck and clenched my ass cheeks around his cock. “You're my wolf.”

Growling, Redd sunk his teeth into my shoulder and fucked the slit of my ass as his finger drove into my pussy up to the knuckle. Smooth and slick, my juice coated his hand. I felt him spread the arousal up my ass, spinning his finger around my puckered hole.

Is he going to. . . He is.

Inserting his finger, he went in a little, then pulled it out. “I want every part of you, Bijou.” His finger went in again, slow and easy. “But you need to tell me if you can't take this. I don't want to hurt you, Ineverwant to hurt you.”

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