Wolfe's Lair

by Alice Raine

  Judging from the barely suppressed grin now gracing his face, yes, he had.

  ‘My clothes are filthy. I couldn’t face putting them back on,’ he explained with a jerk of one shoulder. ‘Besides, you’ve seen me naked plenty of times before.’

  I huffed out a breath, well aware that I was close to losing this pointless battle and giving in to him. ‘I know that. But I’m supposed to be angry with you.’

  At my words, Oliver dropped his cocky expression, and stepped towards me with an expectant look on his bloody gorgeous face. ‘You said “supposed to be angry with me”. Does that mean you’re not quite so angry any more?’

  I pulled in a deep breath and looked into his beseeching eyes. I loved him so much it made my chest hurt. How could I stay mad at him?

  ‘Not as much, no,’ I conceded softly.

  Oliver raised his hands and gently cupped my jaw, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles on my cheeks. Hunkering down, he brought his face in line with mine, as if needing our eyes even closer so he could enforce the importance of this moment. ‘I swear on my life I shall not let you down like that ever again, Robyn.’ My eyes fluttered shut at the determination in his voice. ‘Do you think perhaps you could forgive me?’

  I nodded, then copied his action by stroking his cheek with my thumb, loving the feel of the rough stubble against my skin. ‘Yes.’

  With a groan that was suspiciously close to a growl, Oliver swept me into his arms and carried me to the bed, laying me across the sheets with the utmost care before lowering his lips to mine.

  Given how careful he’d been with placing me down, I’d been expecting an equally soft kiss, so I sucked in a shocked breath when Oliver pinned my hands above my head and slammed his lips down upon mine in a kiss so hot, needy, and passionate that it had my heart rate soaring.

  Wow. Perhaps this was his version of make-up sex. If it was, it was hot, because I loved feeling this needed by him.

  Suddenly, he dragged his lips from mine and stared down at me. ‘Do you still have your period? It doesn’t bother me, but if you’d rather I delay this I will happily just hold you.’

  ‘It’s finished, don’t stop,’ I breathed, thankful that my four-day cycle hadn’t lengthened just because I’d been so late.

  His eyes flared with lust at my answer and he lowered his lips to mine again. His mouth moved against mine and our tongues tangled, and he adjusted his grip so that one of his hands held both of mine. He clawed at my clothes with his other. After trying and failing to remove my vest top, he ripped his mouth from mine with a growl, and stared down at me with eyes that were alight with desire and intent. Just one look at his blazing expression and I immediately knew that he was a man on a mission.

  ‘Clothes off,’ he growled, leaning above me so our noses were almost, but not quite touching. ‘I’m just going to get something, but when I come back I want you naked on the bed with your legs spread.’

  I gasped at his command, and in return Oliver grinned wickedly. ‘I want the perfect view of your perfect pussy when I come back from the bathroom, I want to see exactly how much you want me. Understand?’

  Holy fuck, this was hot. I loved it when he took charge like this, and his dirty words made my arousal soar to dizzying heights. I gulped in some much-needed air, and nodded. ‘Yes, Sir.’

  Oliver’s nostrils flared at my use of his title, and he nodded once before glancing at his watch. ‘You have one minute.’ He strode into the bathroom and I scrabbled to my knees and tugged at my vest top. With his words still hanging heavy in the air I undressed at record speed before throwing aside my slight embarrassment and positioning myself exactly as he had requested.

  Chapter Fifty-one

  Oliver

  I took several deep breaths and looked at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. My cheeks were flushed, eyes dilated, and hair a mess from my shower. I couldn’t miss the smugness that rose on my features as I heard the faint sounds of Robyn scrabbling around in the bedroom, following my instructions, but then the arrogance dropped away as it properly dawned on me how lucky I was to be standing here.

  After my cruel words last Friday, I was surprised that she was even speaking to me, let alone allowing me back into her life. I didn’t deserve it, but my beautiful, sweet girl had given me a second chance. My head dropped forwards, chin touching my chest as I drew in several shallow breaths and tried to absorb how fortunate I was.

  My earlier declaration of love hadn’t been an attempt to console her, or cajole her into taking me back. It was God’s honest truth. I loved her. I loved her so much my chest constricted at the thought that she might well have walked away from me because of my stupidity.

  I loved her, body and soul, and I would spend the rest of my life proving it to her. I wanted her as my wife, and if we were lucky enough I wanted her to have my babies, too. That much had become crystal clear to me in our time apart, but there was no rush for those things. The most important thing was that we were together.

  Lifting my head, I stared at myself in the mirror and reinforced the promise I had just made to Robyn – I would never let her down again. Then, feeling determined, I grabbed the thing I’d noticed in her bathroom cabinet earlier and turned to go and claim what was mine.

  I was well aware of the instructions that I had given Robyn, but upon entering the bedroom, the sight that met me sucked the air from my lungs and made my dick as hard as concrete.

  She was lain exactly as I had requested, but the vision was a thousand times better than I could have prepared myself for. She was propped on a pillow, her hair cascading around her head like a halo. Her arms were draped at her sides, hands lingering on her body, one on her thigh, and the other just below a breast.

  I briefly tensed as I saw the faint marks across her torso left from Dominic’s whip, but she had healed so well that even those wouldn’t be visible soon.

  The look on her face was so seductive that I only just managed to hold back my groan; her eyelids were half-closed with lust, so she was looking at me through her thick lashes, and her bottom lip had been drawn between her teeth as she waited expectantly for me to say or do something.

  Finally, I trailed my gaze down her body to her legs, which were splayed wide open just as I had requested.

  Dios, I was such a lucky bastard. Her perfect pink pussy was on full display, and glistening with her arousal, which also seemed to have slicked onto the tops of her thighs. My cock lurched its approval beneath my towel, the material feeling so rough against my sensitive skin that I ripped the cloth away as I growled and advanced towards her.

  I couldn’t wait to taste her, tease her, and bury myself inside her.

  Robyn

  As Oliver stared down at me and took in my position on the bed he looked like his brain was about to explode. If I wasn’t so distracted by my arousal, I probably would have laughed at his wide-eyed expression, but I was distracted, and by God I was so aroused.

  So was he, because although he still had the ridiculously tiny towel around his waist, there was no mistaking the large bulge in the front. My eyes lingered on the sight, thrilled that I could affect him so badly. Seeing where my gaze was, he let out an animalistic growl and dragged the towel from his waist and threw it aside.

  He was so hard his cock was bobbing up and down from the tension in his muscles, and the image made me bite down harder on my lower lip until I tasted a trace of copper in my mouth.

  Just before he reached me, he brought something out from behind his back and chucked it on the bed beside me. Glancing down, I saw the purple shaft of my one and only vibrator, and my eyebrows rose at its appearance in our playtime.

  I didn’t have time to ask how he’d discovered it in my bathroom cabinet because, at that second, he dropped to his knees at the end of the bed and shoved his face between my legs. There was no warm-up, or gentle caresses; instead, his tongue instantly set about hard, short flicks to my clit which in my already aroused state had me groaning and writhing below him i
n seconds. His stubble was far longer than usual, the roughness merely adding to the erotic pleasure as he rubbed it mercilessly over my tender skin.

  He gripped my thighs, forcing my legs even wider apart until the tips of his fingers went white from the strength of his grip and I could feel my hips complaining. I didn’t notice the discomfort for long, though, because as he thrust two fingers inside me and ground them against my G-spot I exploded into a climax so sudden and shattering that I temporarily seemed to lose the feelings in my body.

  All I could focus on was where his fingers were planted deep within me, rubbing over and over again as my body continued to jerk and clench in an orgasm so strong it was almost painful.

  He’d been almost savage in his attack on me, but my God, it was a beautiful form of savagery, because this was the most erotic experience we’d ever shared.

  Oliver licked and sucked at my arousal, cleaning my thighs with his tongue and working me down from my orgasm as I lay there, panting and dizzy. He didn’t give me much reprieve, because as soon as my breathing started to settle he shifted onto the bed with me then picked up my vibrator and grinned down at me.

  ‘Naughty, Robyn. Look what I found when I was looking for some shower gel.’

  I smiled shyly, embarrassed that he’d found my only sex toy, but judging from the glint in his eye he was rather excited by his discovery.

  The vibrator came to life in his hand, buzzing softly as he looked at it, then raised it to trail across my breasts. ‘The batteries are strong, so either they’re newly replaced, or you don’t use this very often. Which is it?’

  He circled the soft rubber around one breast and I gasped, my back arching as the vibrations hardened my nipple. ‘The second one,’ I breathed, my voice high and breathless.

  ‘Have you used it since we’ve been together?’

  ‘No.’ I squirmed as he moved it to my other breast, but Oliver tutted at me and held me still by placing his free hand across my stomach. The inability to move intensified the feeling in my breast, and I had to bite down on my tender lower lip again as sensations started to overwhelm me.

  ‘I’m glad. I rather like the idea of being the only thing to give you pleasure. Seeing as it’s me in charge of this for the evening, though, perhaps I’ll make an exception and let him join us in some teasing fun.’

  He wasn’t kidding about the teasing part, either. Oliver set about using the vibrator with ruthless efficiency, trailing over my clit, lips, and circling my core until I was a wet, trembling, writhing mess below his skilled hands. He must have used it on me for well over half an hour, or it could have been longer; my mind was so fogged up with lust and sexual frustration I lost track of time. He brought me to the edge of orgasm countless times, but not once did he let me come. No one touch with the vibrator at my clit was quite long enough, no dip inside against my G-spot quite firm enough.

  As I felt my channel once again clenching and desperate to be filled, I gave in and begged. ‘Oliver …please …’

  ‘What it is, cariño?’ he whispered, his lips and rough stubble trailing a hot path along the column of my neck and sending goose pimples scattering across my feverish skin.

  ‘Please, Oliver. I can’t wait any longer.’

  ‘What is it you need? Tell me, and you may have it.’

  ‘I need to … to come … please.’

  Oliver hummed against my neck, as if considering my request, and I started to think that I might well cry with frustration if he didn’t give me a release soon.

  ‘Seeing as you’ve done so well, I think we can allow that.’

  Oh, thank God!

  Oliver knelt up beside me, then palmed his cock with his right hand, running slow, smooth strokes up and down his solid length. What a sight. All that muscle and strength towering over me made my mouth water. Oliver’s eyes never left mine, and even though he was touching himself, I got the distinct impression that he was imagining my hands upon him. Or perhaps my lips.

  It was such an erotic sight that my body felt even hotter than before, and anticipation coursed through my veins so rampantly that I could barely stay still.

  ‘How would you like to achieve it? With this?’ he asked, holding the vibrator out and running it along my quivering stomach. ‘Or with this?’ He dropped his gaze to his cock and gave another slow pull of his shaft, emphasising how good it felt by sucking in a slow, exaggerated breath between his teeth.

  Holy fuck, that was so sexy. With my eyes fixed on his shaft, and the tight fist encompassing it, I swallowed loudly. That was what I wanted. All of it, inside me, right now. I pointed at his cock and licked my lips in anticipation of how it would feel inside me, how good it always felt inside me.

  ‘Tell me properly, Robyn. What is it you want?’

  ‘You …’ Oliver raised an eyebrow at my breathy word, silently telling me that he wanted me to say more and describe it properly. ‘Your cock … Oliver, please fuck me.’

  A filthy grin burst to his face at my words. ‘That’s my girl.’ No sooner were the words out of his mouth, Oliver threw the vibrator aside and pounced on me. Covering me with his hot, hard body, he pinned my hands above my head and stole my breath away with another deep kiss.

  Lifting his lips just a fraction, he spoke against my mouth, each word a breathy tickle across my skin. ‘You make me so hard, Robyn. You have no idea.’

  Actually, I had a pretty good idea how hard I made him, because I could currently feel the steely length of his erection throbbing against my thigh.

  ‘Enough teasing, now. When you next come I want it to be with me.’ Then, not wasting another second, he positioned himself between my eager thighs and jerked his hips forwards to bury himself inside my slick entrance.

  Even though I was supremely aroused I still cried out as he stretched me, and my noises of agonised pleasure somehow seemed to make him harder, if that was even possible, because he already felt as solid as stone. I felt him swell inside me, the heat from his cock almost burning me from the inside out.

  Realising that he liked my mewls and moans, I upped the volume a little, and was rewarded with several even harder, deeper thrusts.

  ‘Oliver … I’m already close.’ I’d been so close for the last half an hour as he’d teased me with the vibrator, and my clit felt swollen and sensitive, so if he continued to pound into me like this there was no way I was going to last.

  ‘Me too, cariño. Let it go.’

  I did. As soon as he had given me permission I released my clenched muscles and, with one more thrust from Oliver that simultaneously hit my clit and my G-spot, I exploded into a climax so powerful that I screamed his name and clawed at his back in an effort to ground myself.

  He came, too, roaring out a growl as I felt the first heat of his release inside me. The tightening spasms of my climax seemed to go on for an age, each one prolonged by a thrust of his cock, and shattering me with the strength of the pleasure he gave me.

  Finally, we were spent, and he collapsed his weight on top of me. Holy shit. My body was soaked with sweat, muscles aching, and my channel was still clenching around him like a fist even long after my climax had ebbed. That had been some serious make-up sex.

  As if wanting to trump his own performance, Oliver went and made it even more special by leaning up and looking down into my eyes and landing me with another heart-meltingly soft confession. ‘I meant what I said in the corridor earlier, Robyn. I love you. You have me heart and soul, cariño.’

  I had always thought it a bit cheesy in films or books where one person professes their love and the other immediately says it back, but seeing as I’d felt it for weeks but never voiced it, I decided to do so now, cheesy or not. I placed my hands over his where they were still cupping my face and gripped his wrists. ‘I’ve never said these words to anyone before, but I love you, too, Oliver.’

  And I really did. Our relationship might not have had the most conventional start, and we’d certainly had a few bumps along the way, but we were perf
ect for each other; he was the Dom to my sub, the hard to my soft, and the piece of me I’d never known was missing. I felt complete now, though, and I knew deep down in my soul that Oliver was right in what he’d said earlier. No one else could ever compete with what we had – we were simply meant to be together.

  The End… for now.