Wolf (Evil Dead MC 4)

“You can and you will, Miss Devereux.”

He began again. This time when she would have rocked against him, he held her immobile, completely vulnerable to whatever he chose to do to her. Keeping steady strokes on her clit with his thumb, he ramped up the torment until her body trembled, and her breath came in desperate little pants. Oh, God, she didn’t know how much longer she could take it without breaking.

This time when he backed off, she could tell their play was getting to him just as much as it was her. But she also knew he liked to drag this out as long as she could bear it.

“How far do I have to take this? Hmm? How much more can you take, pretty lady? I can keep at it all night.”

They stared at one another, neither budging.

“Tell me his name,” he ordered.

“Shane,” she taunted him with a name she knew would piss him off.

His teeth came down on her inner thigh again, and she yelped as she heard him growl, “Not funny, Crystal.”

She must have really gotten to him if he broke the game to use her first name.

“Tell me his name,” he growled again in a sharp tone.

“Never. I’ll never tell you a thing.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Miss Devereux.”

He slid from between her legs to stand at the foot of the bed. Her eyes watched every move he made as he kicked off his boots and jeans. He wanted her all right. His cock was rock hard. He grabbed it, giving it a long slow stroke.

“You want this?”

She stared at him, refusing to answer, refusing to tell him she was craving it.

“Maybe I’ll fuck his name out of you.”

He knelt between her legs again, his fingers delving into the slick wetness between her legs, stroking it up and over her. “Baby, you are definitely in need, aren’t you?”

Then he moved over her.

With one hand planted in the bed next to her upstretched arms, his other wrapped around his cock, he hovered above her, dominating and controlling every moment, every touch. She heard him suck in his own breath as he guided his cock to poise at her entrance. He teased her, rubbing the head up to her clit and back again. She writhed, pleading with her body, offering herself in silent invitation. Take me. Please take me.

She gasped as he settled down over her, his movements stilling as he brushed the hair back from her face and nuzzled her neck.

“Tell me,” he whispered in her ear.

“Please,” she begged.

“Tell me, and I’ll be gentle.” His voice cajoling and coaxing.

Wolf knew how to sweet-talk his way into her pussy and her heart. But she also knew he didn’t want her to give in. Not really. So she did the only thing she could. She shook her head.

He lifted his head to stare down at her a long moment, and she could see the look in his eyes, he practically willed her to obey. When she kept her mouth firmly shut, he grinned and lifted back, settling on his knees between her legs.

“Rough it is, then.”

Grabbing her behind her knees he pushed her legs up, pinning them up to the bed, and she caught her breath. He stared down at her, his cock lined up with her entrance.

“Last chance, kitten.”

She could see the heat glittering in his eyes, the feral savage need to take.

When she stayed quiet, he paused one last moment before he plowed into her in one savage thrust. She gasped as he planted himself to the hilt and held himself there, rock hard. They stared at each other as he pulled out and slammed back into her, his hips bruising her thighs. He began his pounding assault, slow at first, and then faster with more power. She watched as a sheen of sweat formed on his skin as his muscles flexed with every driving roll of his hi