Page 80 of A Wolfe in the Woods

“Squeeze it,” he growled, voice guttural. Not a request. A command.

I froze. But it wasn’t from fear. It was in surprise.

No one had ever spoken to me like that before. Not with that raw unapologetic edge. It was carnal, primal…and gods, it shouldn’t have thrilled me the way it did.

But it did.

My pulse thundered. The heat inside me surged. I didn’t think. Just obeyed, as if he alone controlled me. My fingers slid along his full length, gripping him tight and squeezing, like he demanded.

His breath rippled, rough and uneven, as he insisted, “Harder.”

I tightened my grip. His groan resonated raw and guttural against my neck. His tongue dragged up the side of my neck as tingles raced up my spine with it. I could feel him pulsing in my hand, like a thermal explosion might come at any moment. He leaned into the motion, into me. Like the beast inside him needed it. Neededme.

And he loved it. Every damn second.

But gods…so did I.

I was wet, could feel it between my thighs. Panting like I was in heat. The humid, summer air was beginning to feel like fingers trailing against my flesh. I needed to get out of these clothes.

“Jonathan,” I whimpered, squeezing him hard.

“Fuck, Red,” he breathed. One of his hands gripped my ass. His other slid down the front of my jeans, and I moaned when his thumb dragged across the seam of material that ran right between my legs. Sparks lit up in my vision, my neck lolling back. Sublime frustration rose. It wasn’t enough pressure, and I neededmore.

“Get them off,” I pleaded.

“Impatient,” he purred.

Maddening,I thought silently in return.

But Jonathan unbuttoned my jeans swiftly, with a practiced and smooth ease, and I shuddered when he delved his hand inside, slipping beneath my underwear, his fingers sliding across my clit. His touch was so precise, so electric, it stole sound from my throat. My legs trembled, nearly buckling. He knew, instinctively, how to undo me.

His touch went lower, and he slid a finger inside. I arched into him, helpless against the wave of sensation. A lifetime of wanting to be seen, to be wanted. It all unraveled at once. He moved with purpose, like he’d dreamed this before. Like he was reclaiming something that had always been his.

And gods…I wanted to give it.

That was when he uttered the words, rushed and primal, “I want to taste you. Have dreamt of it, Red. Won’t wait any longer.”

For a moment, a million thoughts raced in my mind. Here? Now? How? I wasn’t prepared for this. Whatever this was. Then again, I hadn’t been prepared foranyof this. Jonathan, Everwick, the past, this present moment, an uncertain future.

Behind Jonathan, I could see Everwick below twinkling faintly and Vellamara Island directly across, veiled by mist and haloed by moonlight. Then I found myself just staring up at the night sky, so pristine and clear.

Fuck it,I thought, giving in.

And as soon as that thought left my head, we moved—urgent, wordless, and perfectly in sync. He stripped my boots and jeans off completely, the warm night air brushing the backs of my legs, my thighs, my ass. A shiver started but never finished.

Because in the next second, I wasairborne.

For the briefest moment, all I saw was the night sky, deep and glittering above me before I felt the soft thud of my thighs landing across his shoulders, wrapped around his face.

“Jonathan,” I gasped out, nearly shrieking in surprise as I scrambled to hold on to him from this high up. Hisstrengthalone was a shocking thing, but it shouldn’t have been.

His hands found me instantly, one sliding up from the curve of my ass to steady me, the other going between my thighs, nudging them apart. Then his mouth followed, and I forgot how to breathe.

“Oh, gods,” I breathed, my eyelids falling shut. Jonathan licked and teased. A deep rumbling groan tore from him as he lapped at my clit, working it magnificently. His tongue, the deliberate strokes, and perfect rhythm were firm, decisive, and made my entire body buck and shudder.

Reflex overtook reason. My thighs clamped shut around him, an involuntary response to the overwhelming sensation from the talent of his tongue. But he just growled possessively and forcefully pried me back open.

He dove deeper and began fucking my pussy with his tongue. My body wasn’t mine anymore. It was his. All I could do was surrender. All I could do to hang on was thread my fingers through his hair, but I was worried I’d pull too hard. But every time he darted his tongue across my clit and rammed in and out of my pussy mercilessly, I couldn’t help myself—my hips jolted. My thighs squeezed around him on instinct, and my hands gripped tighter, fisting his dark mane between my fingers. But I knew he wouldn’t let me fall, so I gave in to him. Trusting him.