By the time Karla leaves with one last parting hug, I feel hollow. I’m not sure what to do with the information she provided, and yet I feel like I’ve already done everything I can with it. Truly dealing with it is going to be a long-term affair, an explosive earthquake that’s sure to deliver aftershocks to come. But for now, I get to be done. I don’t have to think about what Karla told me or let it wreak any more havoc than it already has.
As I come wandering back from the front door, it’s the exact moment Wolf comes in from the back.
His T-shirt clings to him thanks to the sweat of his labor, and he brings his forearm up to wipe more from his brow. As soon as he notices me padding into the living room, he stops short. “Are you all right?” he asks, his eyes searching my face.
The cathartic cry fest I just had with Karla has probably left my eyes puffy and my face pale, but I nod on a breathy sigh and walk closer to him. “Yeah.”
“What happened?” he asks, his hands coming to gently take hold of my arms.
“I’ll…” I try to speak, but I’m almost involuntarily drinking in his pheromones, his scent…everything emanating off him. My skin comes tingling to life, and I’m all of a sudden aching for histouch. It’s like my body is telling me what I need in this moment, and it’s him. I need to be completely wrapped up, consumed, and taken to a completely different plane by Wolf. “I’ll tell you in a little bit, I promise.” My hands find the hem of his T-shirt and start dragging it up his body, revealing one inch of his abs at a time. “But right now…” I lean in and kiss his chest, and he reaches behind him to tear his shirt the rest of the way off. Placing my lips to his heated skin has me instantly craving more, and I keep kissing along his chest. “Right now, could you please fuck me?”
His breath seems to stall in his throat before he lets it out slowly. He takes hold of my face in his hands and kisses me, pulling away only to whisper. “Fuck you?”
I nod.
He kisses me again. “Right here?”
“Yes.”
“If that’s what you need, who am I to say no?” He swears and immediately reaches down for the hem of my sweatshirt, briskly pulling it off my body. His fingers pop the clasp of my bra, and it falls to the floor. His mouth is on my nipple, his tongue lapping over it, making me moan, loud and feral.
Wolf makes fast work of fumbling with his jeans and shucking them down as his mouth moves to my other breast, tongue swirling around the tip as I cry out, the pleasure flushing over my body in a delicious heat wave. He steps out of his jeans before kicking them aside, and his arms are quickly back around me, his lips reclaim mine. His hands find my ass and skim down the back of my leggings and panties, giving the bare flesh there a brutal squeeze that makes me buck against him.
He rips my bottoms from me in one go and lowers us to the living room floor. His mouth seeks and ravages every hill and valley of my body, not afraid to be rough. Reaching between us,he shoves two fingers inside me, working my pussy hard and keeping his rhythm steady.
I cry out in pleasure. “Yes,” I rasp out, my voice already hoarse as he continues to pump his fingers, his tongue taking swipes at my nipple and working his mouth up to my neck. He brings me almost to the edge before climbing completely on top of me. Taking hold of my head in both hands, he rakes his fingers into my hair before shoving his cock in fast and hard.
“Oh god!” I cry out at the intrusion, loving every ounce of pleasure and pain it brings with it.
“You like that?” he whispers against my lips and starts rocking in and out of me.
“Yes.” I nod, my voice feeble and yearning. “Harder…harder please…”
“Oh yeah,” he grunts, and the primal quality to his voice takes me higher, making me almost delirious as he pummels his cock inside me. “Just want to be fucked hard, huh?” he whispers before plunging his tongue in my mouth and picking up his pace.
That does it. The pleasure that’s been rapidly pooling in my core detonates, and the euphoric explosion rocks through my body, leaving me with no control of my limbs. I writhe and jerk beneath my husband as he grunts with each thrust of his release. I feel each spurt pump inside me before he slows his strokes. When the last of the tremors ease, Wolf gives me his weight, offering that tight security to go with the relaxed and sated state of my body. My limbs go slack as I decompress and snuggle against him. Wolf places kisses across my cheek and over my lips, telling me he loves me, and the touch of his lips has me moving again, kissing him back. A gentle excitement buzzes through my bloodstream.
Wolf looks back at me and grins. “Again?” he asks in a whisper.
I nod. “Can you?”
“You bet I can,” he affirms, attacking my mouth with his once again.
37
WOLF
Molly has some things to share with me, and I know she won’t take too long getting around to them. But after everything she’s been through the last few days, I’m happy for her to pace herself. In the meantime, I’ve been telling her anything and everything I can think of about who I am, what I like, what I want, and how she plays a role in all of it.
In hindsight, I can see that when she took off into the woods, she just needed a breather, a little time to herself to process. But still, it gave me a taste of what life might be like if she decided she didn’t want to do this anymore, and I knew I couldn’t just give her scraps of the man she married. She deserves to know me.
As soon as the chaos of all the bullshit with Riley was behind us, I went on some kind of word-vomit tirade. I told her all about how special both my parents were to me and how their loss affected me on a different level than my siblings. My dad, in particular, was my best friend and always seemed to know how to read me. He spent a lot of one-on-one time with me, deliberately to get to know me. Sometimes we’d go on a hikeor even just a drive. Sometimes I didn’t feel like talking and so neither would he, and sometimes I’d feel comfortable enough to tell him ideas I had to build a fort or traps we could set for poachers.
She now knows that because I was quiet and preferred my own company, I got labeled a freak in school, and it bothered my brothers more than it did me, which was even more peculiar to them.
I divulged all this over the course of two days before Molly finally took my face in her hands and told me that it was okay. That I didn’t have to make up for anything all at once. She was probably trying to sort through her own issues without having me dump all my hidden secrets on her.
It’s been several days since her fall, and she’s doing much better, although Karla dropped quite a bomb on her. As far as I can tell, she’s handling it okay.