Wolf (Evil Dead MC 4)

He stared down at her. “I hated the way you left me at that damn motel.”

She knew then that he was talking about the motel at the state-line when they’d had their confrontation. Where she’d pleaded with him to let her go. Where she’d seen the torment in his eyes as he’d done just that.

“I hated it too,” she said as she writhed against him, struggling to guide him into her. He gripped her wrists over her head, pinning her on the bed.

Breathing hard, her back arched as she tried to mold her body to his.

He pulled back to look her in the eyes. His voice was ragged. “You drive me crazy, girl. And right now I’m going to fuck you hard. Like I need to punish you for that. For leaving me like that. Doesn’t mean I don’t love you, Crystal.”

He studied her eyes.

“You gonna let me? You gonna take it like that? Like I need to give it to you?”

Looking up at the lust in his eyes, she nodded. She’d give him anything he needed. Maybe that was her downfall. He held that much power over her. Her love for him held that much power over her. It was so big, she could refuse him nothing.

At her acquiescence, he moved back off her. Grabbing her wrists he hauled her off the bed. Then he spun her around and with a firm hand in her back, he pushed her down, face-first on the bed.

He bent over her body, his chest coming down over her back as he rubbed his hard length against her entrance.

“Ask for it,” he growled.

She didn’t hesitate. “Fuck me, Wolf.”

He plunged inside her, bringing her up on her toes, as far up as the hard body over her would allow. She felt him lock one muscular forearm across her pelvis. His other hand came down on the mattress near where her face was turned sideways, his stiff arm holding his weight as he thrust into her again and again, his skin slapping against hers.

She was still slick from her orgasm, but it had been a long time since she’d had sex. Since him, actually. And she was tight, and she knew she’d feel the aching inside tomorrow after he finished with her.

She moaned and his thrusts immediately slacked off, as he reined in his assault.

“You okay?” he panted.

She nodded her head against the mattress.

“It’s too much, you tell me,” he ordered, his pace picking up again.

“Make me come, Wolf,” she pleaded. A moment later the arm locked around her hips disappeared and his hand went between her legs. His fingers stroking, seeking out her trigger. It didn’t take him long to bring her to the edge again. And when he did, she began moving against him, pushing back against every driving thrust.

“Find it, Crystal. I need you to find it, because I’m about to explode.”

He increased the frantic petting of his fingers and she soared over the edge, crying out his name.

A moment later he followed her over, his hands moving to clutch her hips tightly as his body went solid.

****

“Come here, babe. I want to cuddle with you.”

Crystal turned her head on the pillow to look at Wolf. Her brows rose, clearly expressing her disbelief. “You hate cuddling.”

“I do not. I love to cuddle.”

She smiled and rolled her eyes. He was so full of shit, and she felt the need to remind him. “Remember that first night we slept together?”

“Of course.”

She gave him an arch look. “Remember the next morning?”

He grinned. She’d obviously reminded him of just how clear he’d been that morning about hating cuddling. “You mean when you taught me the meaning of the word negotiate?”