Chapter 0207
“Is that the woman you were picturing when you took me last night?” I ask, slowly undoing a button of my shirt.
His voice is a low rumble. “Why would I want her when I’m with you?”
His mouth finds my jaw. He tears open the rest of my shirt, buttons scattering.
“You’re strong,” he whispers into my ear. His breath is hot on my skin. His fingers trace my hardened nipples, sending shivers through me. “You take what you desire.”
His lips brush mine. One hand wraps around my throat. He lifts me from the sofa. A growl escapes me, and he smiles darkly.
“So what is it you want?” I whisper. I’ve asked him before. Choices have consequences. People get hurt.
“Tell me.”
His other hand slips inside my leather pants. Past the thong. He cups me, stroking my clit.
“I want what belongs to me.”
“Are you certain?” My eyes lock with his. Something new flickers there. Hunger. Desire. I’ve reached him.
He pushes two fingers inside me. I bite back a moan. A third stretches me further. I won’t give him the satisfaction. Not until he answers.
His fingers move expertly. Fire builds deep within. It’s getting harder to hold back. He knows my body. Perfectly.
His grip on my throat tightens. Oxygen fades. My body clenches.
“Show me it’s what you want,” I choke out.
He crashes his lips to mine. Muffled sounds escape. A dark smile plays on his lips as he hits that spot. Again and again. “Then scream my name!”
My pussy tightens around his fingers as he releases my throat. “Julian!” I gasp, collapsing toward him.
He holds me up. I ride the waves of pleasure. My hips grind against his hand.
“Take your clothes off,” he orders. No time to recover.
I slowly peel off the leather pants. The thong follows. He strips quickly. His cock is hard. A thick vein runs along its length. I lick my lips. The taste of him is addicting.
He unhooks my bra. His hands roam my breasts. His lips trail my neck. “What if I claimed you?” he murmurs.
“I’d say you need to face your grief first.” I never wanted to be claimed. Especially not by a Wolf.
He drags his teeth along my neck. I freeze. I’m not usually this vulnerable. But now, I’m putty in his hands.
He grabs my hair. Forces me over the arm of the sofa. Slaps my ass. Spreads my legs.
He rubs the tip of his cock against my wetness. “You want this as much as I want revenge.”
I push back. He enters me slightly. Another slap. Pain and pleasure mix.
He reaches around. Circles my swollen clit.
“I could do this every day if you let me claim you.”
I moan as he brings his hand up. Circles my nipples with my own slick.
He thrusts into me. Holds me tight. I buck against him. He’s big. Filling me completely.
“So fucking good,” he grunts from behind. He rocks slowly. Then faster. Driving into me.
Moans escape my lips. Breathless. The fire grows. I tighten around him. He pounds harder. My nipples rub against the sofa. His nails dig into my hips. His desperation matches mine.
“Fuck, Julian!” I growl, begging for release.
One more thrust. My back arches. I scream his name. He fills me with his release.
He collapses on my back. Plants slow, tantalizing kisses on my neck.
“Oh, I more than want it, Seraphina Harrison.”