Page 44 of Wolf.e
“I won’t say anything, I—”
“Shh,” he says, running a thumb over my bottom lip, instantly calming me.
I silently pray that there’s no pain.
“Listen to me now. You have two choices, little hummingbird. You die in these woods, or you become mine in these woods.”
I blink, my eyes moving to his.
“When I say mine”—Wolfe steps back, unbuckling his belt. I have no idea what he’s about to do but he surprises me by removing a large, sheathed knife from it. My breathing accelerates, turning frantic again as his hand moves back to my thighs—“I mean everything I did tonight is your cross to bear too.”
“Why? why would you want—”
“Don’t fucking ask me why.” Wolfe presses me into the tree, his voice is frustrated and full of gravel. The bark gnaws at my skin.
He gently brushes my hair from my damp forehead and closes his eyes momentarily, as if to calm himself.
“I have no fucking ideawhyI can’t stop thinking about you. No ideawhyI crave you the way I do,” he says evenly.
Gripping me tight around the waist with one arm, the other yanks the top of my dress down exposing my breasts, and I moan as my head falls back against the tree. His hot mouth finds my nipple and he bites down, my pussy throbs with the pain. Before I can even cry out, he’s pulling it back into his mouth, swirling his tongue over it and soothing the sting, setting my core on fire. I fantasize, once again, about what it would be like to have his mouth on mine.
“Why would I choose not to end you right here? Why do I want to take you and mark you and keep you for my own?” Two large fingers slide through my embarrassingly soaking slit as he holds his knife in that same hand. I feel the handle press against me in time with his fingers. The fear coursing through me with the thought of what he might do ignites me. A deep growl leaves his chest as he pushes his fingers further into me.
“It’s the same reason you’re fucking soaked…soaked all for me.” Wolfe murmurs as he brings his fingers up and spreads my arousal across my bottom lip then moves back down to make slow sweeps against my clit with his knuckles.
Wolfe sucks my bottom lip into his mouth. I taste myself on his lips and realize how messed up it is that I pray for this murderer’s kiss.
“The poetic justice is that we always crave what we’re not.” He bites down, and I whimper, suddenly understanding thatwhile I crave his darkness, in some way he must crave my light. I push my hips into his hand, anything for more friction, for more of him, more of this.
The expert way he trades between strumming my clit and fucking into me with his fingers has my pussy clenching tightly to him, threatening to fall apart within seconds.
“I live to take what I shouldn’t want, what I shouldn’t deserve. I never question why I want things.” His deep, velvet voice washes over me as my pussy clenches around his fingers, the sound of cicadas and my desperate moans fill the air, echoing off the trees like a soundtrack, the soundtrack of him playing my body like the most intimate instrument. “If you choose death, you’ll never know…”
I’m so close to coming all over his fingers.
“Wolfe…” I whimper.
“If you choose to be mine, you will learn how easy it is to accept who you are…” He pulls his fingers from me abruptly and notches the smooth handle of his cool knife against my pussy, sliding it up and down through my slippery arousal. My brain begs to protest.
Inside, I’m screaming.
Outside, I grip his cut tighter and pull him closer.
“The same way your heart doesn’t ask why it beats faster for me, I don’t ask myself why I want you. I only take, hummingbird.”
He clutches the leather sheath of the blade and slides the handle into me further. I cry out at the intrusion but still, I don’t tell him to stop. I can’t tell him to stop.
“I’m sorry I saw…” It rushes out of me. “I won’t tell anyone.” My eyes widen as he pushes the handle into me further.
“I don’t need you to be sorry,” Wolfe says as he slips thehandle in another inch. “I need you to be an accessory,” he growls as he pushes the smooth handle all the way in, and I gasp at the feeling of it fully seated inside of me. He slips it back out and begins fucking me with it at an all-consuming pace. His other hand leaves my waist as he brings his thumb to my clit and begins circling it with perfect pressure, giving me exactly what I need. I quiver as ecstasy and adrenaline rush through me.
“I need this pussy to crave me. To beg for me to take it any way I choose.”
I hear him but I feel like my soul has left my body. His unhinged actions are sending me to places that have only ever haunted my darkest dreams.
“I need you to crave me the same way I crave you.”
He looks back at me and smirks, his pupils blown out wide and filled with a frenzied bloodlust.
