Page 13 of Wild & Wanted

My big sexy biker laps at me in long strokes, pausing to suck on my clit before moving back down and drinking my arousal straight from the source. He pushes just the tip of his tongue into my pulsing hole, making my inner muscles clench around the invasion.

A wanton moan escapes my lips, and then my knee trembles, tilting me off balance. Wolf doesn’t miss a beat. He hoists my other leg over his shoulder, pinning my hips to the wall while he growls into my cunt.

“Yes!” I cry out, my chest heaving as he licks my clit over and over, his tongue moving rapidly across the very spot that aches for him. “Don’t stop. Feels… so… good,” I gasp.

His hands tighten around my hips as he gorges himself on me, humming and scraping his teeth over my bundle of nerves. My back bows against the wall and I fist his hair, needing to hold on to something.

A tingling pressure blooms in my lower belly and spreads to my chest. I hold my breath, locking up my muscles and trembling almost violently against Wolf’s mouth.

“Let go,” Wolf snarls against my pussy, the command absolute as it trickles through my veins.

“Ah, ah… Oh, fuck… I’m…” My body convulses as a wave of ecstasy breaks over me, pushing all the air from my lungs while I scream Wolf’s name.

I cling to his shoulders, my whole body trembling as I slowly drift back down from the peak, instantly mortified.

"Oh god," I whisper, burying my flushed face in my hands. "Do you think... Do you think anyone heard me?"

Wolf carefully removes my legs from his shoulders and puts my skirt back in place. He stands back up, a slow, incredibly wicked smirk spreading across his face. The tall, muscled, tattooed biker brushes his thumb over his lips and chin, wiping away my juices before sucking them off his digit. My eyes widen, but Wolf just winks as he presses his hard body against mine, trapping me against the wall.

"I fuckin’ hope so," he murmurs against my ear. "Everyone around here needs to know exactly who you belong to, and that only I can make you feel like this."

“Territorial?” I tease, though I’m still breathless from my incredible orgasm.

“Very,” he rasps before resting his head on my shoulder. Wolf’s hands slide around my back, pulling me into his chest. I curl up against him, letting myself soak up this tender moment after such an intense experience. “Are you okay, Hadley?”

“Very,” I sigh, making Wolf chuckle. His fingers stroke up and down my spine while he gently rocks us back and forth. I’ve never felt so thoroughly relaxed, safe, and cared for.

CHAPTER SEVEN

WOLF

After the intense meeting with the club yesterday, along with the life-changing experience of tasting my sweet Hadley’s ecstasy as it dripped down my chin, the two of us were exhausted. I threw on a movie when we got home, but Hadley was asleep before the opening scene.

This morning, however, my woman is on a mission. I just woke up to the sound of running water and dishes clanking together, signaling that Hadley’s up and keeping herself busy.

Throwing a shirt on, I head out of my room to see what she’s up to. I stand back and observe the stunning woman with far too many worries racing through her mind. I can see it in the tense way she carries herself, wiping down the kitchen counter with aggressive strokes, and wringing out the cloth as if testing her strength.

Glowing sunlight streams through the window above the sink, highlighting her bright red hair and kissing the freckles on her cheeks. Her hips sway with the movement of her scrubbing the counter, mesmerizing me temporarily. But then I notice that her hands are shaking slightly, the heavy weight of the smuggling ring threat and the sheer-cliff drop of her new reality pressing down on her shoulders.

I step up right behind her, invading her space with deliberate intent. Before she can turn around, I press my palms flat against the counter on either side of her hips, caging her in against my body.

She gasps softly, her breath catching in her throat as my chest brushes against her back. "Wolf..."

"Leave it," I murmur, my voice a low, rough rumble right against her ear.

"I was just trying to⁠—"

"I know what you were trying to do," I interrupt, leaning down so my lips graze the sensitive skin just below her earlobe. "You're trying to keep busy. Trying to control something, anything, when your whole world got flipped upside down in the span of a couple of days."

She freezes, the rag trembling in her hand. "I just... I don't want to be a liability. I don't want to bring your world down."

That breaks something loose in my chest. I gently reach out, wrapping my large fingers around her hand, taking the rag from her and setting it down on the counter. I turn her around in my arms, sliding my hands up to cup her face.

"Look at me," I command softly.

Her big brown eyes rise to meet mine, swimming with vulnerability and the frantic, exhausting need to always be the strong one, the fixer, the caretaker.

"You are not a liability," I tell her, letting every ounce of truth ring through my voice. "You didn't bring this on us. These scumbags were already operating in our backyard. You just had the sharp eyes to find the proof we needed.”