by K. K. Allen
With a flick of the lock and a turn of the knob, I’m facing a heated Wolf. My stomach muscles clench at the sight of him, so angry and so damn hot.
“You found me.” My voice is low, but confident. I don’t know why he’s here, but I’m glad he is. Whether it’s to argue or make amends. I’ll take either option as long as it means we’re moving forward.
He shakes his head, nose flaring, and then steps into my room. As the door shuts behind him, he doesn’t make a move right away. Neither of us speaks.
The energy between us is just as intense as it’s ever been. I can feel it compounding around us like a dynamite stick before it’s triggered at the base.
He steps forward, his forehead only an inch from mine. I swallow. “Let’s get one thing straight, Lyric,” flicking my name off his tongue like a curse word, all while magically maintaining a hard jaw and his hold on my heart. “Where the band goes, you go. No detours, no private hotel rooms. Not while you’re on my dime. Got it?” He lowers his voice for the last part, the words sending a rush of chills down my spine.
My eyes narrow, knowing exactly where this is going. I roll my shoulders back, raising myself an inch to combat his warning. “I’m not your property, Wolf.”
His nose flares and he pulls me forward with a tug, drawing my body closer to his. My feet shuffle forward to keep up. Looking down, I find his good hand tightly gripping my towel where it’s folded together.
“Really?” he challenges, his voice a whirlwind of husk and desire. His upper lip curls at the corner, and I swear the only reason I’m still standing is because he’s got a good grip on my towel. His eyes scan my face, drawing an invisible line down my neck to the space between his hand and my heaving breasts. “Your body says different.”
I whimper as he leans in, his nose skating along my jawline in one smooth stroke. It’s impossible to ignore the dampness between my thighs. It’s painfully obvious just how much I want to be his property right now. How much I need it.
Teeth find my neck and drag down slowly, digging in at the base. “I think you wanted me to find you,” he murmurs against sensitive skin. I shiver at the truth of his words, and I can feel his lips curl in satisfaction. “But Lyric,” he starts, his voice low, “you have no fucking clue how angry I am right now.”
He licks where he just bit and then presses his mouth into the spot just below my ear. My eyes roll into the back of my head.
“Show me,” I say, trying to keep my voice even but failing miserably. I would sell my soul for this man.
Wolf’s tongue freezes on my skin, and he pulls away slightly. “What?”
I let out another breath through my nose and move my head so our eyes connect. My eyes narrow. “Show me how angry you are, Wolf. You think you own me?” I raise my eyebrows. “Then shut the hell up and show me.”
I can see it in his eyes. A switch flips and Wolf’s entire body goes from warning to full-on threat in less than a second.
A rush of adrenaline thrills through me as Wolf uses his grip on my towel to move me against the wall. He’s not trying to be gentle. He’s got something to prove. I feel the impact of my back meeting the wall, but it barely registers compared to the desire that’s raging in Wolf’s eyes.
The hand on my towel loosens, and with a single finger he unknots it, letting it fall to the floor. My nipples are already hard and very much the focus of his attention. He smiles wickedly and bites his bottom lip. “Oh, Lyric. I bet you hate that you can’t control the way your body reacts to me.” He brushes a thumb across one nipple and then he sinks to his knees. He nips the inside of my thighs, and I cry out from the delicious pinch of pain that lights up my core.
When his hand runs up the length of my leg, I’m already shaking. His mouth is so close, but his finger is inside me first, dipping and then reaching my depths in one effortless movement.
Three months with Wolf, and he’s gotten to know me pretty well. Not just the way I come for him best, but the things that tug at my heart. It was the little things that made me fall hard and fast for him. It was his attentiveness and his generosity and the way he always ensures those around him are taken care of before he is. Even now, when he’s mad as hell, he’s tending to me first when it could have easily been the other way around. That’s how I know this is more than just an angry fuck. This is Wolf telling me that he still cares. But he’s going to make me pay first.
With a smirk, he releases his finger and places one of my legs over his shoulder, easing up to me and examining me like I’m fine wine that needs to be inhaled, then appreciated in just the right away. He pulls in my scent through his nose. My entire body shakes as I watch his relax. He tastes me—I gasp—swirling his tongue—I swallow—and then he completely devours me.
His tongue laps relentlessly before pushing flat against my center. I let out another cry, this time all pleasure just as his finger sinks back into my core. He flicks and sucks on my clit, sending me full throttle into the quickest orgasm of my life.
My legs feel like Jell-O, but I know Wolf, and he’s not done. When his hooded eyes find mine, I might start to fall, but I wouldn’t know because he’d never let me. His hold is firm under my leg and on my waist. “Turn around,” he demands.
He unhooks my leg, setting it on the floor beside him. His other hand moves to my waist, and he spins me before I can do as he says. “Wait for me.”
This time I listen, my palms firmly pressed against the wall, happy for something to support me as I’m still reeling from my orgasm. I hear the sound of a zipper, followed by the shuffle of clothing getting tossed to the side. And then I feel him pressed against my back, length hard between my ass cheeks. God, I’ve missed him.
Wolf runs his injured hand down the length of my arm, onto the dip of my waist, and then down my hip. He slides around to my front and doesn’t waste a second before he’s massaging my wet opening.
“Your hand,” I moan, praying he’s miraculously healed.
“I don’t give a damn about my hand right now, Lyric. I’ve always been gentle with you,” he warns.
His fingers at my head move through my hair, twisting and gripping so hard I almost cry out. The thrill of adrenaline races through me, and I swallow before he tugs at the ponytail he’s made with his fist.
“Don’t be gentle,” I beg, just above a whisper.
He chuckles behind me, low and raspy, sending a flair of heat between my legs. He didn’t need my permission. “I don’t plan on it.”
His mouth finds the back of my neck again and he sucks, marking me as his. The finger on my clit moves away to my hip, tugging slightly while tilting my ass out and spreading my legs with his knees. His thickness fills me quickly until I’m dizzy with him, clenching around him in ecstasy.
He grunts in response and pushes deeper while pressing my cheek flat against the wall. Every movement is rough but controlled, like he’s a man on a mission. A mission to show me just how much I fucked up. And with each drive of his hips, I’m inching closer to the edge.
I try to press my ass into him, to meet him halfway, but my muscles submitted a long time ago. His hips stop thrusting, and he slowly slides out until his tip is all that’s left inside me. So I try to move again, but he holds me down with a firm grip on my waist.
Oh, fuck.
I brace myself, breath held, mouth open, and that’s when he charges forward, slamming his entire length into me, hard and deep. I scream out in pleasure at the impact as everything inside me coils.
Before I can manage the shock, he’s doing it again, each thrust driving into me with such force I’m glad there’s a wall to stand against. Without it, I’d be flying.
The air is filled with his grunts, my screams, and the slapping of skin on skin in the most erotic sexual experience of my life.
Why hasn’t Wolf ever fucked me like this before? It’s like he’s trying to tear me apart to reach the deepest parts of me. Like he needs me to feel every inch of him deep in every inch of me. He’s demanding
in the sexiest way. Hungry as he tastes the sweat rolling down my back. Punishing as he brings us both to the brink of pleasure, as if I wasn’t already ruined for all other men. He ruined me a long time ago, but this … this is pure dominance.
And I love it.
Maybe I’ll never admit it out loud, but Wolf was right. He does own me—every inch. Every beat of my heart is his.
He releases my hair and moves both hands to my breasts, kneading and using them as leverage as he rocks himself into me. And then he’s pulling out and spinning me, lifting my leg up, pushing it against me and driving into me again and again without a beat lost.
His eyes connect with mine for a second, and in that moment I see everything his body is trying to tell me. Nothing is lost. He’s still a badass with a heart that beats only for me, and I’m still his in every way.
His mouth slams against mine and I bite against his bottom lip. He grunts and pushes himself deeper into me. My head is spinning.
He growls, gripping my ass with his good hand and lifting me off the floor. I wrap my legs around his waist and kiss him back as he takes me to bed. It’s like we’ve practiced this dance a hundred times before. Hands gripping and scratching, legs tightening and squeezing, mouths tasting and biting. Neither of us misses a beat, every chord right on tune.
The only gentle moment between us is when he places me on the bed and hovers above me, breathing heavily. I’m certain Wolf will have scratch marks by the time this is all over—bite marks, too—but I don’t care. I nip his lip and he howls.
He sits up slightly, disconnecting our mouths and reaching past me to the pillow. He’s up to something, but I’m not sure what. While he busies himself emptying a pillowcase, I wrap my hands around the many inches of his cock, stroking it and loving the way his stomach muscles clench under his perfect skin.
Suddenly, Wolf grips my wrists and lifts them above my head. I feel soft fabric wrapping around one hand, and then I feel a tug as my wrists clamp together. He’s tied me up, and now he’s pressing my hands into the sheets. “Keep them there,” he commands as he uncases another pillow and ties my feet together.
It’s like I weigh nothing when he flips me onto my knees, presses them together, and pushes my chest flat into the bed, my hands straight above me.
He nips at my ass before licking my core and moaning with pleasure. “I’ll leave your ass for another day. Right now, I just want you to take all of me.” His fingers sink in deep, and then he removes them with a chuckle. “Tight and soaking. Perfect.” He runs a palm on my backside, and I feel his body shift. “Get ready, baby.”
But he doesn’t give me time to get ready. Wolf inserts his length, this time slowly, letting my tightness wrap him firmly until I’m so full of him I gasp for air. There’s a growl of satisfaction behind me as Wolf’s hands run the length of my hips, waist, and back. And then he’s curling over me. I can feel his weight and the sticky heat of his breath as it floats across my back before he begins to move.
Well, move might be the wrong word. No, he’s ramming me like it’s punishment, which only intensifies the pleasure. He’s gripping the sides of my breasts as if they’re his last chance of survival in rocky waters. And he’s groaning like he’s fighting to hold onto his release, because letting go could mean the end.
My insides clench on his next plow and everything starts to build quickly after that. I have no chance to stop it or slow it down since he’s tied me up. I can’t control a thing. I’m just here to take his anger, inch by angry inch.
“Wolf,” I warn, but it’s the guttural sound of my insides uncoiling that tells him he’s won.
His hands slide up to my mouth to muffle my screams as he continues to slam into me, never relenting his pressure or speed. So I bite down on his ring finger.
Wolf growls in response and pushes into my center harder, and then faster.
My eyes tear when his next thrust sizzles through me, catching fire and blasting through me like an inferno. I’m convulsing around him, and he’s filling me, every drop surging into me like the rush of a wild river, and I’m crashing … falling …
And when I fall, I can only hope that he’s right there to catch me.
Chapter Twelve
Wolf
She must sense me after a few minutes because she stirs as she moans, and then she opens her eyes. They land on mine, fluttering as she registers that I’m with her.
Not even an hour has passed since the fucking best sex in the world. We’ve always been good together. Always knowing what the other needs. But this … Lyric gave me a gift tonight—all the pieces she’s willing to give. Physically, she didn’t hold back. Emotionally, we still have work to do.
“Hi,” she says softly.
“Hey,” I respond, matching her tone.
She blinks. The room is dim, lit only by the lamp on my side of the bed. Her hair is pooled in waves around her face like a sexy halo. Her expression, peaceful. I didn’t want to turn the light off because then I wouldn’t have been able to see her.
“You going to sleep?” she asks.
“I’m not sure if I can. Still worked up.”
She moans as she tries to adjust her body. “Holy shit, Wolf. I think you did some damage.”
I can’t help my smile. I absolutely know I did some damage. There’s a bruise on her neck where I sucked her raw, and I’m sure there are aches where I gave her the no-mercy sex she asked for. She didn’t leave me unscathed, either. There’s a harsh sting on my upper back where she clawed me like a fucking cat.
I reach for her small waist and pull her to me, letting my face fall into the crook of her neck. “I’d say I’m sorry, but I’m not. Not at all.”
She sighs. “Nothing to be sorry for. Except … how did you know where to find me?”
I can feel my brows pull together as I remember my panic attack when I searched for her at the mansion. “I have my methods.” She starts to pull away, but I tighten my hold. “Who do you think paid the driver you had bring you here?”
Her expression registers embarrassment, and I just sigh. “You can’t disappear like that, Lyric. I don’t think I can handle you leaving again.” I let out a breath.
There, I said it. As mad at her as I am, I don’t want her to walk away from this. Nothing in my life has been worth fighting for as much as what we have together. Nothing.
Her voice is small when she speaks. “You think we’ll have time to ourselves this week?” I can see her swallow. “To talk?”
My heart beats faster, hoping this means she’s finally going to let me in. “I’m yours whenever you want, babe.”
She brushes her finger along the length of my bottom lip. Her smile fades and her head drops as she sighs. “I don’t deserve you.”
Heat spreads in my chest. “Stop it. We’ll make time this week to talk as little or as much as you want.” My nose brushes against her soft skin, pacing the length of her neck. Lyric has always been so confident. I’m not sure what’s making her lose that confidence now, but it only makes me want to protect her even more. “Nothing’s changed. This week will be awesome. Miami for a week! The house is enormous, and we have the best room.” I wink at her. “We can sneak off anytime we want.”
The smile she gives me is big, and slightly mischievous. “Guess I can cancel the hotel room.”
I shake my head. “Yeah, Lyric. What the fuck were you thinking?”
She sighs. “I asked the company to book it when you hated me. And after what happened earlier, I just figured it was best to keep our distance from each other.”
Sometimes Lyric’s logic drives me up the wall. “I never hated you.”
“Good.”
But now that we’re on this subject, I’m reminded of the moment the night took a bizarre turn. “Why were you so upset when I found you by my bus tonight? If you didn’t know your mom was in there with Crawley until I got there…”
She looks at me, fear dancing in her eyes as she takes a deep breath. “Rex and Rory w
ere trying to keep me out of the bus, and I just got this strange feeling. So I walked back to your room, and the door was closed. And then I heard them … having sex … and I thought it was you.” Moisture forms in her eyes, and I pull her to me tighter.
Jesus. I can feel my face crumbling. “No fucking way, Lyric. Never. It’s you and me, okay? No matter what.”
She’s got to know I’m not giving up on this. On us. Not even close. But just the possibility of it being over … the thought of me fucking around with someone else. It feels wrong to consider. If roles were reversed and I had walked into what she did, I would have lost my shit. I kiss her cheek, and then her forehead, and then her neck again.
“I know the way I left was awful,” she says. “It was like panic completely took over, and I couldn’t think straight. My childhood was fucked up, Wolf. Everything was stolen from me, and when I think about it, I just get angry. That morning, that situation, it triggered feelings I’ve suppressed for so long. I may have left that day, but I wasn’t leaving you. I get now that it felt that way, and I’m so sorry. But I don’t want to wake up another day without you. Ever.”
She wipes a tear from her face and searches my eyes. She’s looking for me to believe her. I move above her, straddling her legs and holding her face delicately in my palms in stark contrast to the hold I had on her just one hour ago. I drop my head and touch my lips to hers before kissing her, delicately but deeply.
Her lips are a little burst of heaven, and when her tongue dips into my mouth, I can feel the pending explosion of my heart. It’s like our first kiss all over again, but this time, I don’t hold back. I let her feel me, rock hard and ready for seconds. I always want her. But right now I just want to focus on kissing her. I slip my tongue in between her lips while her hands weave through my just-fucked hair.
When her mouth moves to my neck, I groan and pull away for just a second to speak. “For the record, I’m glad you came back on tour.” She sucks in a tiny breath. I swallow. “I just needed it to be your decision.”
