Page 32 of Blood
“He said… Dante knows. That he fed Dante some story about how I knew too much, that I was a security risk. That Dante sanctioned the hit on me. He said Dante is the guy at the top.”
Wolf doesn’t speak for a minute. Then he nods. “We’ll take care of this. In the morning. Go back to bed, Everleigh.”
“I can’t sleep.” I bite my lip. “I don’t want to be alone.”
He nods again. Without another word, he picks me up and carries me down the hall to his bedroom.
25
Everleigh
Wolf’sbedishuge,just like everything else about him. It’s not a king-size; it’s bigger. I didn’t even realize they made beds bigger than that, but I suppose he’s the target market. Wolf tucks me in on one side of the bed, then climbs into the other. He pulls me into him with my back to his front. It’s like the first night in the cabin all over again, only this time, his body brings me comfort, not terror.
I close my eyes for a minute, trying to calm my rapid heartrate. It doesn’t work. The dream is still too close, the panic too real. I shift in the bed, moving against Wolf.
“What’s wrong? Do you need a pain pill, princess?” His voice is full of concern. I hated it at first when he called me that. It sounded condescending, mocking. Now, it’s almost reverent.
“No,” I answer. I’m aching, but I don’t think an ibuprofen will help right now. I wiggle my ass against his groin.
He lets out a low groan. “Go to sleep.”
I roll over to face him. “I need you,” I whisper.
“You have a broken cheekbone, Everleigh. And I know he touched you. He hurt you. I don’t want to hurt you. I want you to be ready before I touch you again.”
I shake my head. I need this. I needhim. “I’m fine, Wolf. And I need… I need him to not have been the last one to touch me.”
Wolf doesn’t say anything, but he shifts us so I’m on my back, and he’s on his hands and knees over me. I can barely make out his features in the darkness. I reach my hand up to trace the outline of his face. He tilts his cheek into me, then turns his face to plant a kiss in my palm.
“Hold onto the headboard, baby,” he whispers.
I reach up, above my head, and grasp the bars of the headboard. The cold metal feels like wrought iron, which seems to fit a man like Wolf. He moves down my body. His fingers tug the waistband of the shorts—another pair of his, borrowed, since I have no clothes here—and pull them down and off my body. He bends my knees and pushes them out to the side and back.
I let out a moan when the air touches my clit, and Wolf settles himself between my legs. His hands run along my inner thighs, pushing them even farther apart. When he reaches my labia, he separates them. I pull in a sharp breath when he brings his face close to my pussy. His breath tickles my clit, and I jolt at the sensation. He lands a kiss on my mound, then moves lower.
His tongue runs along either side of my clit. I groan, arching my hips up, needing more. His hands gently push me back down to the bed, and he holds me there.
“Patience, little bunny,” he murmurs against my sex.Fuck.Patience has never been a strong suit of mine.
His mouth explores while I grip tighter on the headboard. I’ve never had a man go down on me before like this, where my pleasure was their sole focus. I thought everyone was exaggerating about how good it was. I never understood the appeal.
I do now.
Wolf circles my pussy entrance with his tongue. He pushes inside, then pulls out and licks around the entrance again. He draws a line from my pussy straight to my clit. When he pulls the bundle of nerves into his mouth and sucks, my entire body starts to shake.
“Oh God. Wolf. Oh God.” I’m gasping the words. I don’t have any thoughts right now other than the sensations that are jolting through me. His hands are still on my hips, holding me in place while he feasts on my pussy.
Wolf’s lips release my clit and go exploring again, stroking every possible surface down there, stopping just south of my pussy entrance before he moves back up to my clit. I push up toward him as much as I can with his hands holding me down.
“Are you going to be a good girl and come hard for me?” Wolf’s voice vibrates against my sex, and I groan.
“Yes. God, yes. Please, Wolf.” I arch my hips up again. He presses them down, then brings one hand between my legs.
“Hold on, baby.”
He sucks my clit back into his mouth while he slides a finger into my pussy. He curls it against the front of my channel, then pulls it out and presses two fingers back in, curling both against my G-spot. I see stars as my climax starts to build, then takes over completely.
“Oh, fuck! Wolf!” I come hard, my pussy gripping his fingers while every muscle in my body spasms.
