A Wolf in the City

33. Turn tail and Flee.

Dante.

I'm in trouble.

The thought crosses my mind as I take in the splendid form of the naked woman glaring up at me, blue eyes sparking righteous indignation. My d**k, which has been aroused from the moment I stepped into her apartment, becomes rock hard, as my gaze slowly travels over pale flawless curves, the delicate arch of her throat, lingering over full, well-rounded breasts topped by twin dusky rose aureoles.

Even as I look, they tighten and harden into tiny pebbles that makes my mouth water with the need to take them in my mouth and suck, taste her, inhale her scent, drown myself within her till I find bliss and sweet relief. I swallow the lump forming in my throat and force my gaze to move south, down to where her tiny hands ineffectively tries to cover her most intimate spot from view, the tension in the room so palpable with lust that I could almost taste it.

‘f**k! Why is she sculptured so beautifully? Why has this kind of human crossed my path at this delicate time?’ I wonder, my body pulsing with the need to sweep her up in my arms, carry her through the open door of her bedroom, lay her on the bed and make sweet love to her over and over again till we forget how to breathe.

"C-can I have my towel back?" Raven's voice penetrates through the haze of my thoughts and I force myself back under control. She sounded breathless, as though every breath is an effort.

My fingers tightens over the edge of the soft white towel and I force myself to take deep breaths. Losing control here is not an acceptable option, I will not allow myself to show Raven how affected I am or she will not let me live it down. "I was mistaken earlier," I say as I allow my lips to curve in what I hope is an amused smile, hoping to hell nothing in the tone of my voice gives away the lust raging through me at the moment. I hold the towel in such a way that it blocks the evidence of my desire from her view.

Raven looks confused, the delicate arch of her brows coming together as she looks at him with an attitude and a look of disapproval. "Mistaken about what?"

"The view. This is even much better." She blushes then, a charming shade of pink that spread across her cheeks and down to stop just at the swell of her breasts. Her breath catches and she instinctively takes a step back as though pulled by an invisible force.

I stifle a groan as the raging lust intensifies. Damn it! If I have any sense, I will just leave now before I loose control and do the unthinkable. She seem to me now like a forbidden territory, and I can not allow myself to be drawn into her web or my plan will fall apart.

"Dante," Raven begins, running her tongue over dry lips to moisten them. "You should leave now, this joke has gone far enough.”

I should leave indeed, I acknowledge silently, but damn if my feet has not developed a mind of their own and remain rooted to the spot. Then I move, walking with slow deliberate steps towards her, pleased to see her eyes widen in panic as she backs away with every step I take. "Why should I leave?" I taunt, mouth curved in a mocking smile. "Are you afraid of what might happen if I don't?"

Something resembling panic flashes through her eyes but it is gone in an instant. Instead, she straightens her shoulders- an almost impossible feat given that her hands is still crossed over her crotch- and levels a challenging look in my direction. "Don't flatter yourself. I am not in the least bit worried.”

*****

Raven.

The minute the challenge is out of my mouth, I wish that I can recall the words back as his grin turns almost feral and a glint appears in his green eyes as he takes another step further.

Ah crap! I groan to myself, adrenaline shooting through my body, creating mixed feelings within me. A part of me screams to turn tail and flee to the safety of my bedroom, while another part- the traitorous part of me wants so much to stay and allow myself a taste of what is surely to come if I continue to taunt him.

Though I have to admit that I am more than a little surprised at Dante’s reaction because even though he tried so hard to act as though he was unaffected by my nudity, there is no mistaking the bulge in his pants, nor the way his gaze had lingered over my body. Dante Barlowe wants me and the knowledge causes my heart to soar, though why I should be elated completely eludes me.

"I wonder," he murmurs, the heat in his voice turns me on. He stands so close now, I can feel the warmth of his breath fan over my skin, sending delicious shivers down my spine. He raises his free hand and brush my cheek, his touch so light yet igniting fires within me. I bite the inside of my lips hard, breaking the delicate skin as I fight to stifle the moan threatening to escape. She take another step back. The back of my knees brush the edge of the sofa and I realize with a jolt that I am well and truly trapped. Escape is no longer an option and it is my own damn fault.

"Dante," I try again, breaking off, hating how husky my voice sounds. Judging from the way the feral grin widens, I know that the psychopath had noticed my situation too.

"Yes?" he asks, eyebrows raised in mock question. He brushes my cheek once more and I gasp this time. "What do you want, princess?”

I want you to leave. No, I want you to kiss me again and finish what we started last night.

"You need to leave." I say, somehow managing to look him in the eye as I said it.

"Is that what you want?" His voice lowers an octave, and my toes curls into the rug beneath my feet.

No!

"Yes." I respond.

"You sure, princess?" He lowers his head till his lips hovers mere inches from mine, tantalizing me to lean up and get another taste. "Because your mouth says one thing, but your eyes and body is saying something else." He drops the towel, the material falling to the ground unheeded as his arms encircles my waist and pulls me against him.

Up close, my hands brush against his hardness and I blush, dropping my hands in a hurry. Dante chuckles, pulling me even closer till there is barely a hair's breadth between us. I panic, placing my hands between them and pushing away. Dante catches my hands in one of his, his intent clearly written in his piercing green gaze. "Isn't this what you want, Raven? This is why you challenged me, isn't it?"

I open my mouth to reply in the negative, but he closes the distance between us, his mouth taking mine in a searing kiss.

All rational thought fled from my mind the minute Dante’s mouth touches mine. Unlike most romantic kisses, this one is of pure and utter lust, the bold thrust of his tongue in my mouth, seeking and taking, demanding a response from me. The hand encircling my waist crushes me to him till I can feel every single inch of his arousal pressed against me.

At first, I struggle, unwilling to let myself be caught under his spell again, knowing he would use that weakness to mock me. Then the kiss softens, hard and demanding changing to soft and exploratory and I feel my resolve melt like ice before a fire. I moan and kiss him back, arching my body against his, no longer able to deny the desire raging in me.

Dante lets go of my hands and I slip them around his neck, fingers tangling in his silky hair, our tongues dancing together in a silent melody of desire.

*****

Dante.

Sensing her surrender, my hands roams all over the delicious curves of her body, forcing myself to gain some measure of control and the almost overwhelming need to take her. She is like a frightened animal, tentatively giving herself to me. Push too hard, she would panic and God knows that I do not want that.

She moves against me, her thigh brushing against my erection and I groan out loud. I let go of her hands and immediately feel them curl around my neck, stroking the nape of my neck. Taking that as encouragement, I break the kiss, her moan of protest changing swiftly to a gasp of pleasure and surprise when my warm mouth closes over one painfully erect n****e.

"Oh God!" She moans, arching back, offering more of her swollen flesh to me. I oblige, taking the flesh deeper into my mouth while my other hands tweaks and squeezes at the other, then begin to blaze a trail down over her flat stomach, heading south.

"Dante!" She gasps in shock, wriggling when my searching hands traces the top of her mound. "Please."

"Ssh..." I whisper, though I move my hand. I concentrate instead on the twin mounds of flesh, laving her with my tongue till her breath saws in and out of her lungs and her knees give way, sending us both sprawling onto the sofa.

"It's okay, Raven. Just relax." I say as I lift myself off her, careful to avoid crushing her beneath my weight. I study her, noting the high color in her cheeks, her n*****s swollen and glistening from his kisses and I know that I am lost. She looks so damn tempting lying there, legs spread giving me a good view of her glistening p***y.

I lower my mouth to hers again, intending to kiss her senseless but suddenly someone knocks at the door and we both freeze, the sound shattering the moment as effectively as being doused in cold water.

"Bloody hell!" I growl, recovering first. Whoever is on the other side of that door is in serious danger of being kicked in the ass. Of all the damned moments to interrupt.

Another knock comes, this one more insistent than the first. The sound spurs Raven into action, her eyes widens in shock, then panic and she gasps. "Oh my god!”

"Ignore it." I growl, careful to keep my voice down though I feel like yelling at the i***t to get the hell away from the door. "They'll leave if no one answers."

Frantic, she pushes at my chest in an attempt to get me off her. "Get off me, Dante." She hisses, her voice barely above a whisper.

Angry at being interrupted, I remain unmoving, my brain still as slow as molasses. God dammit, I am just not ready to stop just yet, my body still craves fulfillment, I still ache for her for Pete's sake.

Feeling her hands push against my chest again, I move off her and seat on one end of the sofa swearing softly in frustration. I rake my fingers through my hair and shut my eyes, taking deep breaths as I struggle to bring my need under control. Beside me, I can hear Raven's soft pants as she too struggles to catch her breath, apparently reluctant to open the door.

After tying her bathrobe, she stands up to tend to whoever is at the door and soon she is back.

"What did they want?" I ask in an irritated tone, shattering the silence that has fallen when she returns.

Raven stiffens at the question and her eyes flow open, leveling yet another glare in my direction. "That is none of your business." She hisses coldly. "It's time for you to leave anyway. You done enough damage to my peace of mind to last a lifetime. I hope you're satisfied at having your way?"

Her words anger me. How dare she try to imply that I had forced myself on her? I was not the one dressed in a damn towel for f**k’s sakes and she had welcomed my seduction- if it could even be called that- and if we had not been interrupted, I very much doubt that she would have even stopped me from making love to her right that moment. So much for trying to be chivalrous.

"Don't play the victim, princess," I reply, my tone cold and hard. "You forget, it was you who issued a challenge in the first place."

"I'm done talking to you, Dante. Please, leave now." She says as she opens the door and holds it for me, her jaw working to contain some emotion I can not define. "Go."

I stand still for a moment, hardly believing how much of a coward she is being right now. Then my resolve hardens and I walk out, not stopping till I get to my car.