Page 28 of To Keep A Wolf
I drag my gaze up to his and glare. “Get back here.”
But he doesn’t move except to arch a brow. “You don’t give the orders anymore, Mac.”
I scowl, opening my mouth to argue, but he leans over me, his hands splayed on either side of my thighs. “I told you I wouldn’t do anything to you against your will. I never said I’d actually do what you tell me.”
He winks.
Before I can answer, he hooks his fingers around my underwear and peels them off. I shiver, but not from the cold. From him. The way he looks me over. I’m more exposed now than I’ve ever been. But I’m not afraid. Not when Levi leans down and runs his tongue over my clit. I buck, arching my hips while also shrinking away. But I have nowhere to go. He does it again, and I think I might break apart. Then, he’s kissing and sucking and fucking me with his tongue, and I have no more thoughts to think.
Only the feel of his mouth on my needy body and my building orgasm.
It slams through me even before I can warn either of us it’s coming.
A moan slips up my throat, and I let myself soar with the weightlessness of the pleasure. Levi doesn’t stop, only slows until my orgasm has run its course. Even then, his short licks and tiny kisses are a tease that make me want more.
I grab his shoulders, tugging him up to where I lie.
“Levi,” I say, and it comes out as a whimper.
His eyes twinkle with enjoyment at that, but I don’t care. I’m so far past caring—or winning. I just want him.
“Please,” I say.
“Please what?”
I don’t even hesitate or argue. There’s no denying that he’s in charge of this. I want everything he’s giving, and he knows it.
“Make me come again,” I tell him.
He answers by sliding inside me, pushing farther and farther until I gasp and tense around his length. His arms grip the mattress beside me, and I watch his jaw tense as he struggles to set a slow pace.
But my orgasm doesn’t want slow.
I rock my hips harder against him. Faster. My urgency consumes me, the pleasure eclipsing any pain I might have felt from my injuries. Levi’s gaze darkens, his breathing shorter and shorter as he increases the pace. I cling to him, legs wrapped tight around his thighs as the pleasure builds.
At the very edge, he looks at me and says, “Now, Mac,” as if he knows. As if he can feel it too.
My wolf stirs, the shifter magic rising to meet the moment. The air crackles with tension I’ve never felt before. A growl rips from Levi’s lips, his skin rippling with the beast inside him.
My canines elongate, aching for his skin.
I want to bite him.
To claim him as mine. Fully. Finally.
“Come for me, Mac.”
Levi kisses me, and I feel his sharpened teeth scraping my lips. Lightly. Not quite enough to draw blood but still, it’s delicious. And more than enough to send me soaring over the edge of bliss a second time. This time, when I let go, every shattered piece of me goes with it.
CHAPTER8
Levi drapes his arm over my bared ribs, pulling me closer against him. He’s on his stomach, probably asleep by now, his face buried against the side of my neck. I, on the other hand, am wide awake. My thoughts are a swirling mess. Imagining what Jadick is doing now that I’m gone. Wondering if my mother will be safe without me. Hating that I care. And thinking of how we might possibly salvage such an epically fucked up situation as this one.
I can never go back; that much is obvious. If I do, I’d be giving Jadick exactly what he needs for that awful ritual Kari spoke of. Still, the idea of staying gone leaves me strangely empty. It shouldn’t bother me—being forced out of pack lands. Especially considering the alpha now in charge of those lands. But… I can’t change the fact that Blackstone is my home. Or it was.
I can’t shake the knowing that my mother is still there. Not to mention Grey, Frankie, and every single Jade we’ve left behind. I haven’t seen Nely or Lorenz since Jadick beat Kari, but I know they’re out there.
I can’t run.
