chapter 20
1034 Words
North
I didn't give myself another second to think. The moment she took that single step toward me, my hands shot out and grabbed her waist, pulling her flush against my chest.
The contact sent an electrical feeling straight through my system. Her skin was warm, soft and completely bare against mine, and the contrast of her naked body pressed hard against my heated muscle made my wolf growl in approval.
I lowered my head and covered her lips with mine and I kissed her deeply.
It wasn't gentle… It was hungry, desperate and filled with weeks of bottled-up frustration and longing. At first, she gasped against my mouth, startled by the sudden intensity. But a second later, her hands came up, sliding over my chest and tangling into the damp hair at the back of my neck as she kissed me back with equal need.
The heat between us becoming intense instantly, turning into a wild consuming fire.
I lifted her effortlessly, and she wrapped her legs around my waist, her body fitting against mine. I carried her backward until her back pressed against the rough, cold wooden wall of the cabin.
The cold wall behind her made her arch into me, letting out a soft, breathless moan that vibrated right against my lips. That sound…that sweet, broken sound of absolute surrender, pushed me right to the edge of control.
My hands roamed eagerly over her curves, tracing the line of her back, gripping her hips, and pulling her tighter against me as our lips locked in a frantic, messy rhythm. The feeling of our bodies rubbing together sent sparks of pure electricity through my veins. Every stroke of my hands over her heated skin left her trembling and gasping.
I needed to touch every inch of her, to make her feel every ounce of the craving that had been driving me mad.
My hand slid down between us, finding her slick and already swollen with need. When my fingers brushed against her sensitive core, she let out a sharp cry, her head falling back against the wooden wall as her entire body went rigid.
She began to writhe against my touch, her hips pressing frantically into my hand as she sought the friction she desperately craved.
The sounds she made…whimpers, soft gasps, and breathless sighs of pleasure… it was all killing me.
I pushed her faster, my thumb stroking over her sensitive flesh as our bodies ground together in a hot, frenzied rhythm. I could feel her walls tightening around my fingers, her breathing turning shallow as the climax crept up on her.
"Look at me, Tamara," I growled roughly against her ear, my voice thick with raw passion.
Her heavy eyelids fluttered open, her glazed, beautiful eyes locking onto mine just as her body convulsed. A loud, breathless cry spilled from her lips as she shattered around my hand, her inner muscles milking my fingers in a violent wave of release.
Seeing her unravel like that, completely undone by my touch, drove me completely wild with need. My wolf clawed violently at the surface of my mind, taking over. My jaw ached as my fangs began to lengthen, pushing past my gums desperate to sink into the soft skin of her throat and claim her right there on the walls of this dirty cabin.
I was so close…so damn close—to taking her fully, to making her mine in every sense of the word, regardless of the consequences, regardless of the pack, regardless of everything.
My hips thrust forward hard against hers as I hovered over her, my fangs brushing her collarbone, ready to bite down.
Suddenly, a sharp wave of reason pierced through the red haze of my wolf's dominance.
‘Not like this.’
With a shaky breath, I forced my fangs to retract. I pulled my hand away from her, bracing my palms flat against the wooden wall on either side of her head.
My chest heaved heavily as I stared down at her, panting, fighting the wolf inside me that screamed in protest at the sudden distance.
For a long time, the cabin was completely silent, save for the heavy sound of our ragged breathing and the steady drumming of the rain outside.
The wild heat slowly began to dissipate, leaving a heavy suffocating feeling between us. We stayed frozen like that, pressed against the wall, until the tremors in her legs subsided and she slowly unwrapped them from my waist, sliding down until her feet touched the floor.
I stepped back, running a trembling hand down my face as the crushing weight of reality came crashing back.
The first thing I said, voice rough and heavy with guilt was "I am sorry."
Tamara kept her head down, her chest still rising and falling rapidly. In a small, barely audible voice, she whispered, "Please don't..."
I looked down at her, my heart aching in a way I had never experienced before. "I don't regret what just happened," I admitted, trying to keep my voice as I possibly could. "But I wish I didn't take advantage of the situation and lose control like that. You deserved better than a hurried, reckless moment in an old cabin."
Tamara shook her head slowly, finally looking up at me with those wide, shimmering eyes. Her voice was quiet, but confident. "You didn't take advantage of me."
I knew I couldn't look at her a second longer without pulling her back into my arms, and I knew I couldn't do that. Not tonight. Not until she earned her title…the right way.
Without another word, I turned away from her, my jaw clenched and my hands tight around my side. I walked toward the door and pushed it open, stopping just before I went out.
"Clean up," I ordered, my voice dropping back into its usual cold, commanding tone to mask the mess I was inside. "Meet me outside when you're done."
I stepped out of the room leaving her standing alone in the dim room.
My skin was still hot, flushed and tingling with a maddening unsatisfied frustration, but I had made my choice.
Now, we both had to live with it.
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