Lethal Wolf (Ch 40)

Edge of Desire

SOPHIA

Sophia had definitely lost her grip on reality. She’d just told Slater to prove that they belonged together. She might as well tell him to fuck her and get it over with. It was the same, wasn’t it? Love was an illusion, after all. Eventually, he would break her heart and turn on her like everyone else in her past.

“Talk to me, mouse, before it’s too late,” he said, his voice more of a growl. “I don’t exactly have full control of my wolf right now.”

She’d felt the mental shift in him and then she’d seen the bones start to move beneath his back. Whatever this relationship was with the wolf inside of him, she’d always thought Slater was in control. Apparently, it was more complex than that.

“Choose. I fuck you or I leave and never come back.”

“I don’t like ultimatums.”

“Not an ultimatum. My wolf is. . . hard to control right now. I won’t risk you.”

Her ass was high in the air, the head of his cock sliding through her folds, teasing her entrance while his finger rimmed her back hole. The sensations overtaking her felt like she was drifting on a cloud. More than anything, she wanted him inside of her.

“What are you scared of?” he asked.

She didn’t want to lose him, but if she stayed with him, let him fully claim her, she’d lose herself in him. And if she didn’t, she’d always remain the mouse he saw, never to be more than the scared woman she was now.

“I’m afraid to love you,” she whispered, as if saying it louder would curse her.

“Sophia. . .” Disappointment leached from his voice.

“I can’t,” she cried. “I can’t be with you.”

His cock that had been teasing her entrance pulled away, and the next thing she knew she was being cradled in strong arms, her back to his chest. He said nothing as she clutched his arms and stared out the window.

“You’re angry with me,” she said, fighting back the tears.

Slater’s chest vibrated slightly with a growl he tried to mask. She stiffened in his arms, but he didn’t release her. Instead, his arms tightened around her, pulling her closer as his nose ran the length of her neck, drawing in her scent.

When his lips reached her ear, he said, “Hard to talk. Hard to breathe. Wolf pushing me.”

“You’ll leave me now, won’t you?” she said, hating how needy she’d become.

“Never,” he whispered.

“You said if we didn’t have sex, you’d never come back.”

“Don’t trust myself. Wolf pushing me. To claim you. You smell so damn good. Need to be inside you.”

He pressed his erection against her backside again, and damn if she didn’t want to give in to him, to relieve his need and to feel him inside of her. But letting him claim her scared her. Not the sex, but being his. What if things went wrong? What if he hit her when she displeased him?

No, Slater wouldn’t hurt her, not physically. But he could leave her. Could she have him and then survive losing him?

“Tell me to leave, mouse. Before I can’t.” His fingers returned to her folds, stirring up the most delicious sensations.

She parted her legs for him, giving him access. Opening to him came so naturally. He was right, though. She was a risk-taker. Letting him claim her, claiming him in turn, didn’t mean he’d stay. And yet walking away meant she’d never know, never feel what it would be like to be one with him.

His fingers slid through her folds. “So very wet. Need to be inside you, mouse. Here.” Wet fingers slid to her back hole. “I’ll claim you here. No chance for a child. No commitment, if that’s what’s worrying you.”

His voice, his need, sent a shiver up her spine. Like all of him, his cock was a work of art. Big, thick, and long, which made the idea of him taking her there scary and yet exciting. she wasn’t ready to commit to him, but God help her, she wanted him. Desperately.

“Tell me to leave and never return,” his deep whisper cascaded down over her shoulders as he played with the sensitive skin between her cheeks.

His finger circled that dark place, finally slipping in partway. The sensation surprised her but it didn’t hurt, not in the least. When he pulled out… more shivers, except these were laced with pleasure. In and out, his finger teased her, going deeper each time.

She rested her head against his neck as his tongue left a wet trail along her shoulder. The simple connection calmed him, and yet the stimulation within her continued growing, building as his finger moved inside her. He may have contained his wolf, brought him under control, but he’d stirred something more dangerous in her.

Sophia wanted him inside of her, and more than his finger.

A kiss landed on that ticklish spot behind her ear just as his finger circled her. The male more than controlled her desires. He’d become her buoy in the storm. He’d always be there for her, never let her drown, even when the waves became too large, too monstrous for one person to fight. He’d be there to cling to, to keep not just her head above water, but all of her. Slater would not let her down and more importantly, he wouldn’t turn on her. He would always protect her, even from herself.

Sophia pulled away from him. The color of obsidian now, his eyes swirled as he released her, his focus fully on her. Uncertainty—fear even—pooled in those black depths. “I’ll always love you, mouse.”

“Then show me.” She no longer cared what it was about this male that intrigued her so. Whether it was how his eyes never left her, or the intensity with which he spoke… or the softness that rode the surface of his words. She only knew she had to give him something of herself, and take what he could offer in return, even if it could not last.

Sophia got onto her hands and knees.

A howl filled the room. Instead of shying away, Sophia lifted her ass high and arched her back as she looked over her shoulder. Slater knelt behind her, his large hands caressing down her back and sides, finally coming to rest on her ass.

“Are you sure? Don’t tease me, Sophia. I can’t handle it right now.”

“Fuck me, Slater. Tonight I’m yours, but only tonight.”

Sophia pressed back into his hard cock, so he wouldn’t doubt her intent. Gently, his hands spread her. Fingers floated over her skin then circled her, with a tantalizing touch that had her rocking into him to give him what he wanted, what he needed. . . except it wasn’t just for him. She wanted, needed him too, and that want—that need—was damn scary.

Slater’s cock moved through her very wet slick, instead, brushing up against her clit and making her moan. A rumble from his chest cascaded over her as his cock, covered in her juices, withdrew and nestled between her ass cheeks. Slowly, his cock slid into her tight hole as his hands settled on her hips. His hands squeezed, not enough to hurt, just enough to hold her still. Errant thumbs stroked her even as he pushed himself into her.

“Relax, mouse. I’ll go slow, so you can adjust. We have all the time in the world.”