Chapter 4 - His Wolf
As he pressed me against the wall, his hand slid down to my hip, his eyes burning with a mix of desire and possessiveness. "Why did you wear such an… interesting outfit? Did your little boyfriend 'Carl' buy it for you?"
I shook my head, my heart hammering. "B-Boyfriend!? No… no, he's just a friend, I swear!"
Suddenly I felt confused. He gated me so why would he care.
"Why do you care, it's none of your business"
His gaze darkened, a growl rumbling low in his throat. "You're mine now. You belong to me."
I swallowed hard, my stomach twisting. "I'm not anyone's property… definitely not yours."
His lips curved into a small smirk, but the crimson glint in his eyes made my breath hitch. I realized then—it wasn't just Xavier. His wolf was awake, his instincts dominating, pulling him closer with raw, magnetic force.
"You aren't fully yourself right now…" I whispered, my body trembling.
He chuckled darkly, brushing his fingers along my jaw. "You're sharp. Yes… the wolf is in control, and it wants you."
My pulse raced, fear and excitement mingling. His hand lingered near my face, warm and firm. "I've wanted this since the moment I saw you. Just… give in."
I tried to resist, but his closeness made my knees weak. His lips found mine, pressing hard, demanding, consuming. My breath caught, and I let myself melt into him.
Every touch sent shivers through me—his hands tracing my shoulders, my back, sliding down my arms. His mouth found the sensitive spot at my neck, teasing, claiming, making me ache with desire. I wrapped my arms around him, clinging as he pressed me closer.
He guided me to the bed, holding me firmly. His lips never left mine, moving over my skin with a possessive hunger. I could feel the heat radiating from him, his body pressing against mine, every touch setting my nerves ablaze.
Our clothes came off as it fell to the floor careless and forgotten as he tossed me on the bed, taking a moment to admire my nude form making me blush.
He slid in between my legs, kissing down my stomach
He whispered low in my ear, words that made my heart race, and I shivered against him. The world had narrowed down to just us—just his hands, his lips, the warmth and tension pulsing between us.
Time lost meaning. Every glance, every brush of his fingertips, every deep thrust, every low growl from deep in his throat made me tremble. He leaned down going deeper, his breath hot against my skin, and I gasped, my body arching instinctively toward him.
I could feel his wolf in every movement—restless, urgent, claiming, protective. His eyes, a mixture of crimson fire and golden authority, held me captive. I surrendered, letting the sensation wash over me, every nerve screaming with awareness of his closeness.
He paused, letting me catch my breath, his lips still brushing my skin. "You're mine," he murmured. "I've wanted this… wanted you… for so long."
I shivered, lost in him, in the heat, in the intensity of everything—the taste of him, the weight of him, the strength, the protection, the possessiveness.
He went faster and then shoot his c*m deep into my womb as we both moaned at the sensation.
He pulled me close again, wrapping me in his arms as we collapsed onto the bed. His lips traveled over my shoulders, my neck, my hairline, teasing, exploring, igniting every sense. My wolf stirred, responding to his wolf, echoing the fire that raged between us.
Even as he held me tightly, there was a gentleness, a care in his dominance, a tenderness woven through the raw desire. My body ached for him, and he responded in kind—every brush, every sigh, every whisper making the tension thrum like electricity through the room.
Eventually, he relaxed against me, one arm around my waist, the other gently brushing my hair back. I lay there, breathless, heart racing, feeling every ounce of him in me—possessive, protective, untamed, utterly captivating.
I couldn't sleep a wink, what had I let him do to me. I was just she rogue wolf staying at his pack house because his sister pleaded for me, and what had I done, I allowed him ravished me, because he couldn't control his wolf. God, I was doomed.
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Author's note
Hey lovelies! Enjoying the spice? I specifically didn't make it detailed information because not all readers feel comfortable with sexual details. So bear with me and VOTE! Thanks!