Page 99 of Atlas
It only made the wolf growl with arousal.Mine!
With my eyes closed and water raining down my back, I imagined fucking Jolene until her eyes rolled back, and she screamed for more. I would make her moan and whimper into my ear in surrender. The thought of her wet pussy convulsing in orgasmic cramps around my cock as I pushed in and out of her made me moan out loud. In my mind’s eye, I could see her pretty face, with her red cheeks, open mouth, and those fantastic sounds she made when I fucked her. I imagined pressing my cock against her fertile cervix and letting go. The fantasy of her bound and helpless while I filled her with my semen got me off like a rocket.
She’s mine!
Gasping from the violent orgasm I’d just had, I blinked my eyes open. “Fuuuck!”
The wolf had never shown me that particular fantasy about any woman before. Jolene and I had only started sleeping together. If he pulled a trick like that on her — tying her up and going bareback without consent — she would never talk to me again.
After drying off with a towel, I brushed my teeth and went to bed. It was past two in the morning, but all I did was toss and turn.
The wolf was still poking around, wanting to bring Jolene into my bed, repeating the word he already said a million times before;Mine.
Okay, I’ll get her, but then you’ll have to be quiet.
It hit me that I’d never spoken to my wolf before. It made me feel like a crazy person. We had been at war for so long, with me rejecting and suppressing him and him terrorizing me with his fantasies of dominating women.
Pushing the duvet aside, I got out and walked to the guest room. Jolene was on her side with her hands under her cheek.
“Jolene.” I stroked a hand over her arm.
She stirred a little, and without opening her eyes, she answered in a drowsy voice. “Is it morning?”
“No.”
“Is something wrong?” With a yawn, she turned her head and opened one eye to look at me.
“I want you sleeping with me.” Pulling her cover off her, I swooped her up in my arms bridal style and headed back to my room.
Jolene held on to my neck and rested her head against my shoulder. In another yawn, she muttered, “I like it when you carry me.”
My bed was warm from my hour of tossing and turning, and Jolene slid right in, making herself comfortable. I was getting onto the bed when I noticed how she adjusted my pillow under her head and sniffed it with a soft smile on her face. She liked my scent the same way I liked hers. It made my stomach do a series of somersaults.
Getting in behind her, I spooned her with my body and felt calmer from the steady beat of her heart. Jolene intertwined our hands and closed her eyes again.
We were quiet for a few minutes, and then she whispered, “Your thoughts are so loud that now I can’t sleep either.”
I cropped my head up on an elbow. “It’s the jet lag.”
“What’s on your mind?” she asked.
“Don’t ask. The wolf is driving me crazy tonight.”
“Why?”
I sighed. “If I tell you will you promise not to run away?”
Her eyes were half-lidded when she yawned. “I’m far too tired to run anywhere.”
“He keeps…” I covered my eyes with my hand and rubbed my temples.
“Don’t judge him. Just tell me. ”
“He calls you his.”
“His what?”
“Justhis.”
