Wolf (Evil Dead MC 4)

Smack. Smack. Smack. And then his fingers were back, delving inside me, rubbing me. “You’re turning me on, baby. Something fierce.”

I moved against his hand. “Please, baby.”

“You want something, honey?”

“You know I do.”

“Well, since you took your whuppin’ like such a good girl…”

I moaned as his fingers continued, bringing me to the edge and then over.

He leaned down and whispered in my ear, “Damn, baby. I love to watch you come.”

When the game was over, Wolf flicked it off and threw the remote on the coffee table. “Damn, Broncos. I can’t believe we blew that pass. He was wide open.”

I just looked at him and smiled.

A grin spread across his face. “Oh, yeah. I

’ve got a debt to settle up, don’t I? How fast can you run, baby doll?”

“Do I get a head start?”

“Sure. One-two-three.”

I squealed and leapt off the couch, heading around behind it.

Wolf jumped up, vaulted over it, and was two feet behind me. I darted around the dining room table. I could tell he was contemplating vaulting over it, but it held a crystal vase that was his grandma’s. He stalked me, first to the right, then to the left.

“I can bide my time, baby. You know I like a good chase,” he growled with a wicked smile.

I made a dash for the kitchen and got around to the other side of the small dinette set in the breakfast nook. I faked to the right, to the left, to the right again. He stalked around until he was on the far side and I was near the hall again. Then he smiled, reached out, and shoved the table to the side, out of his way.

I screamed and took off, running as fast as I could down the hall. He tackled me going up the stairs, catching me by the ankles. I fought and kicked, and managed to scramble free to dash up the stairs. He caught me again as I rounded the corner to the master bedroom, his body tackling me into the wall as his arms came up on either side of me, bracketing me in.

I was pressed face first up against the wall, his chest pressed up against my back. His breathing was heavy in my ears as he leaned his head in close. My heart was pounding. He slid his left arm around my neck until my chin was resting in the crook of his elbow. I slid my hands onto his arm, loving the feel of his muscles.

He pulled back on his arm, just enough to show me who was boss. Then he leaned down and whispered in my ear, taunting, “Now what’re you gonna do, baby?”

My chest rose and fell with my quickened breath.

When I didn’t respond, he tightened his arm just a bit and whispered, “Tell me.”

I whispered back, “Submit.”

“Mmm. I like the sound of that.” His voice purred in my ear. “You’re mine, woman. You understand? To do with as I please.”

A shiver ran down my spine as a sexual thrill shot through me at his words. I answered breathlessly, “Yes.”

He kissed my neck, nuzzling the soft skin below my ear.

“Got your blood up, didn’t it?” I taunted.

“You know it, darlin’. Was that your plan all along?”

I smiled. “Maybe.”

He put a couple of inches between us, and out of the corner of my eye I could see his gaze rove down my back and over my ass. His right hand slid up my thigh, pushing the loose material of my running shorts aside, running his hand over my exposed cheek. He rubbed his jaw along the side of my head, his mouth hovering over my ear again as his hand slid around my hip bone, still inside the loose material. He pressed his palm against my pelvis and pulled me back against him. “More than just my blood is up. Can you feel that, baby? I’m rock hard. Can you feel how much I want you?”