Page 27 of To Keep A Wolf
“Is that what you think?” I ask wryly. “That we can just pretend everything that happened after we left this van—after youkidnappedme—never happened?”
“I mean, not everything. That night we spent at the alpha house was pretty amazing.”
I fight a smile. “I’m going to hit you again.”
“I think I could take you right now.”
“That’s your plan?” I ask, but there’s no anger in my voice. “Exert your superior strength over me—again? Hold me against my will—again?”
He leans closer, his gaze on my mouth. “I want to hold you, Mac. More than you can possibly imagine. But I won’t do anything against your will. Not ever again.”
He holds my gaze, silent.
Waiting for me to accept his words. To accept him.
I inhale, the butterflies in my stomach batting their way up my chest. Into my heart. Some of the cracks there feel like maybe they’re not quite so broken after all.
When I reach for Levi, my hand trembles. He catches it with his own hand and holds tight.
“Is that a yes?” he asks.
“It’s an ‘I need to brush my teeth before anything happens.’” I grimace, but his lips twitch.
“Done.” He hands me a tooth brush and then waits while I brush my teeth and swipe a washcloth over my face. When I’m done, he’s still there, hovering impatiently.
“What?” I ask.
“You haven’t answered my question,” he points out, brow lifting in playful challenge. “Is it a yes?”
I drop the washcloth and turn to face him, the bed just behind my knees.
“If I say it is, will you stop being so fucking nice?”
He grins, and then he’s on top of me. Knocking me backward onto the mattress and lowering his mouth to mine. His kiss isn’t nice at all. It’s the opposite of nice. It’s delicious and fiery and fierce and rude—his tongue plunging into my mouth without waiting for permission.
My skin heats, but this isn’t poison.
This is healing.
I wrap my legs around his so he can’t escape.
Never again will Levi get past me. He’s mine now. And I’m his. I don’t care what Jadick’s stupid engagement deal says. I don’t belong to that monster; I belong to this one.
Or I plan to.
Levi’s mouth demands more, and I arch my back, willing and ready to give it. But he abandons my lips to trail kisses down my throat. He steers away from my wounded shoulder, but he doesn’t handle me gently like before. He uses me, takes what he wants, and it’s all I can do to press myself against him to give it.
He nips at my breast through the fabric of my shirt, and my breath catches. Then he sits up, grabbing my shirt in both of his hands. With a quick, deliberate move, he rips the fabric away, and I gasp as he slides his hands against my back, unhooking my bra and sliding it from my body.
He stares down at my bared body with a desperate sort of desire. My skin tingles with anticipation. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he breathes. And then he’s on me again, his mouth closing over my already hardened nipple, his tongue flicking its peak.
Heat pools between my legs, my core aching.
I hook my hands into the waistband of his pants, shoving at them in frustration. His hard length presses into my thigh, and I rock my hips against it, panting as he works my nipple lightly between his teeth.
“Levi,” I gasp.
He growls, the sound vibrating from deep in his throat, and then he peels himself away again, and I’m left suddenly feeling abandoned. He stands, his head brushing the top of the raised roof, and smirks down at me. I watch, rapt, as he unbuttons his pants and lets them fall to the floor. He’s wearing nothing underneath, and his erection springs free.
