Big Bad Wolfie

Chapter 45) Check Mate

Wolfie looked at me with golden fire in his eyes, and I immediately got defensive.

  "Oh! Don't you give me that look! You — !"

I had a whole rant ready about how he had no right to drag me anywhere, how he wasn't allowed to be mad, and how much I absolutely despise him.

. . . Then it all puffed out of existence when his lips slammed onto mine.

They came down on me hard and fast and vengeful.

My mind went so crazy it was silent.

Then all my senses came back with a resounding NO.

But I couldn't stop my hands from gripping the back of his head and forcing him impossibly closer if I tried.

Crap, he's going crazy and it's driving me crazy.

His and his wolf's scents are mingling and heating up my usually cold blooded self.

Speaking of his wolf, a.k.a Malaki, he's on the verge of breaking out.

  Wolfie's entire being is shaking. His skin feels even tighter and hotter to the touch than usual with all the muscle bulging against it. Almost like it's trying to break out.

 

  As much as I crave to see his wolf, I don't know if a side room of a club is the best place to unleash him.

  Also, I'm pretty sure he's the one putting most of the animalistic ideas in Wolfie's head.

Forcefully marking me, for instance.

My mind flashed back to the present, the one with Wolfie's lips on mine, when I felt one of his canines bite into my lower lip.

It made a very uncharacteristic squeak come out of my mouth that we're not going to talk about.

All anyone needs to know is that it drove him crazier.

His arms around me got more frantic in their search to feel every inch of me. I almost didn't feel it when he rammed us into a wall.

I barely registered that he set me on a counter. The only thing that truly clicked, was when he grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back.

It didn't hurt, it was just very clear I wasn't going anywhere.

He started attacking my neck. My mind is going haywire.

I feel like my entire being is betraying me. The closer he gets to his mark, the more I hate him and want him off.

But at the same time, never want him to stop.

I focused on my feeble breaths for a second.

"Wait, stop," I mumbled pathetically.

Goddess, that practically sounded like a plead for more.

He surprised me by tearing himself back — of course not too far — but enough to be able to look at me. His eyes are crazy.

I know I say this a lot, but I mean it every time, his eyes are more animalistic and alight than I've ever seen them.

"Must get scents off," the sound rumbled from the back of his throat.

back to his open

I couldn't stop squirming in his iron hold. I feel like I'm being set on

is he always

because his grip tightened almost — but not

growl tore through the air as he gritted

He went back to attacking my

only

He

hair tighter and pressed me

Now I know how

and the other half is crying with conflicting

and it felt like I literally just took a hit of all the

And without the terrifying needles! How

and bit down even harder, demanding my full attention and a response. My tummy turned

it later, but I can't seem

I let out another embarrassing sound that was a

I'm putty

. . Oh

I gave a

"Say it!" He bellowed, removing the intoxicating torture from my

started working his way back up to

"Yours,"

His chest rumbled

can't take this. He's too intoxicating and I'm too drunk on him

"Mine," I mumbled on autopilot as I brought his lips

ended up under his shirt, and the kiss isn't slow anymore. It's back to

shirt as well, but only found the

He growled in frustration at how

myself giggling and exploring more of

more frantic, "No fair,"

I giggled even

it untied

and everything and it drove me mad. I don't know how I can go madder than I already

  After a few minutes, or hours, or days — I don't really know, or care

my arms around his neck and stared into his beautiful swirling eyes. He stared back into mine with something that looks so

He rubbed my cheek

because he doesn't know how, or he thinks it will ruin everything for him, I don't

  ". . . Did you force my story out of

the kiss in my room and this ordeal brought the question to

  His eyebrows drew together.

  I looked down, "Well. .

fire in his eyes turned back to the beautiful, calm, cloudy gray. "I know I've f**ked up," he looked down, "and I know I'll keep doing it," He ran his hand through his hair,

wish I could be

After a pause, he continued, ". . . I wanted to convince you not to come to keep you from reliving all of that. I didn't want you to be hurt," he finished as

"I can handle a little

looked back up at me with so much care and concern in his eyes, you'd think he loved me. "It didn't

. . . Now, what do

kissed

My chest

his mouth to say something else, but I cut him

down, "What does all this mean. . ? All this kissing, and sweet talking." I slowly looked back into

words. ". . . Because I don't know

I don't know why my mouth has suddenly gotten so dry. Maybe

He grabbed the sides of my face lightly and made me look at him.

I stiffened.

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