Wolf (The Henchmen MC 3)

"Need quiet."

"I can be quiet." He gave me a look, the side of his lips turned up slightly in a mocking way. "Alright, fine. I haven't given you a lot of reason to believe I can, but I can. I swear."

To that I got a chin jerk which I took for permission to enter (as if I would have stayed out regardless) and followed him in.

Wolf didn't want tools handed to him. He wanted me to sit down on the discarded washer box and keep my mouth shut. And I had a point to prove so even though after almost two hours of sitting there, I kept my thoughts and opinions to myself though I was pretty sure he'd have had an easier time at one point if he used pipe wrench pliers instead of an adjustable wrench. But that was just me.

"Done," he said suddenly, making me start. I hadn't been sleeping, but I hadn't exactly been fully conscious either. I pulled my legs up under me and got to my feet. The washing machine was in the process of filling and the dryer was vibrating gently as it ran through an empty cycle.

"Awesome. It's a shame it's not going to get any use December through February."

Wolf snorted, reaching for my hips, sinking in hard, and hauling me off my feet. I made some sort of gasp/shriek hybrid, unaccustomed to dangling in the air, until he dropped me down on top of the dryer. I barely got a second to interpret the look in his eyes until he moved inward, pressing into my knees until they parted around his body and he pushed in close.

"What are you..." I started then trailed off as his hand went around the back of my neck hard as his mouth crashed down on mine. I heard a groan escape me, muffled by his lips on mine. There was no control in him, none of his usual tentativeness, giving me space to pull away. This was consumption; he was devouring me. His free hand went between us as his tongue teased mine, stroking up my slit and finding me already wet from the surprise, his lack of restraint, and maybe a little bit because of the vibrating going on beneath me. His fingers slipped inside.

My legs tightened around him as his finger curled upward and stroked over my G-spot. His lips ripped from mine, his heavy lidded eyes holding mine as his finger raked over the spot relentlessly, the sensation almost overwhelming, making me tighten around him and rake my hands down his arms.

"Wanna fuck you," he said, sending a shock through my body as his thumb brushed my clit.

"Okay," I gasped, needing that like I needed to take my next breath. I was mindless with the urge for fulfillment.

"Sure?"

"Sure," I agreed, letting out a loud whimper when his fingers moved away from me.

Wolf reached behind him, grabbing his wallet, and pulling out a condom. He made short work of removing his pants and protecting us. His hands gripped my hips, dragging me forward so quickly I squealed, grabbing the sides of the dryer, worried I would fall even with his body pressing against the front of the machine.

"Ain't gonna be gentle," he warned, his voice rougher than I had ever heard it, the need I sensed there sending a shiver of desire through me.

"I don't care. I just need you," I said, grabbing his arms.

"'Kay," he said and then he was inside me, hard, to the root. My head fell forward onto his chest on a cry. "You good?"

"Doesn't even cover it," I gasped as he withdrew, causing my body to clamp down tight, trying to keep him inside. Then he was. It wasn't fast, but it was hard, each thrust making my entire body jolt. Wolf's hands went behind my knees, hauling them up, and placing my feet on the edge of the dryer, spread wide for him. Then my hands were no longer on his arms, but around his neck, holding on as he picked up speed, threatening to send me flying with each thrust.

This was something new, something completely immersive. Every nerve ending felt hypersensitive, tuned in to the barest of touches, like the way his ragged breath rushed over my cheek and neck and how his fingers dug in hard- one at my knee, the other at my hip. My heart slammed, my skin heated, and my breath got completely caught deep in my chest, leaving me choking out airlessly. Where I was strangled silent, Wolf was letting out growling huffs as he buried deep and jerked upward, hitting a delicious spot I was pretty sure there wasn't even a name for.

Just when I was sure it wasn't going to happen, his hand released my knee and his fingers went between us, creating firm pressure against my clit. With each thrust, his finger hit me again and in seconds, I felt myself clamping down hard as I teetered on the edge before crashing over. Hard. Viciously. My air came back to me in a rush and I cried out his name, burying my face in his neck as my body, head to toe, started shaking.

"Fuck," Wolf cursed, planting to the hilt and jerking hard as he came.

The aftershocks coursed through me, my body feeling completely overwhelmed. A laugh welled up and escaped. "I think I like not-gentle," I told his neck, placing a kiss there in an intimate, sweet gesture that never felt natural to me.

"Like it any way with you."

It wasn't poetry.

But it melted me.

I pushed back slightly, wincing as I moved my legs out of their awkward position. "Ow ow ow," I grumbled as they fell numbly down.

Wolf chuckled, reaching down and rubbing my calves roughly, working out the soreness. "Forgot you're delicate."

If there was one thing he could have said to break through my sex-sated daze, that was it. "I'm not delicate!" I snapped, slamming a hand down on his chest.

"Tiny."

"That doesn't mean I'm delicate. Anyone would have sore legs after being in that position while getting fucked pretty hard."