Page 41 of The Crimson Wolf
“This again? God, you’re so predictable,” I say between clenched teeth, still trying to worm free from his grasp.
“I could say the same about you,” he replies cooly.
“What’s the end game to all this, huh? Why are you keeping me here? What is it going to take to let me go?”
“You need to stay until the end of the Blood Moon. My people are just and fair, but if they catch the prisoner thatescaped leading up to the Blood Moon, it might not be as civilized.”
“Then put me on a plane to New York. I’ll leave this fucking town if you just let me go.” I don’t know if I believe my words. Could I really leave Granny or Jack without a proper goodbye?
The moonlight from overhead illuminates Cameron’s shadowed features. He’s shirtless, and it takes everything in me not to let my eyes wander past his neck. He’s still human, but barely. His facial hair is completely out of control. His teeth have a little more of an edge to them, and his ears seem larger. I should be terrified of him, but for some reason, I want to fight—to see what he’ll do when he loses control. I watch as his face shows the thoughts wrestling around in his head. I wait for a quick response as to why my plan won’t work either. When one doesn’t come, I realize he doesn’t have one.
“Well?” I whisper, my breath suddenly heavy.
“I can’t let you go.” He shakes his head, not leaving my gaze.
His touch sears into my arm, and I’m suddenly aware of every inch of his body looming over me. He moves down, his lips just inches from my own.
“Why?” My eyelids droop.
He leans to my ear. “You know why.” He growls.
And even though I have no fucking idea what he’s talking about, my body sure does. Every cell ignites within me. All the anger and hatred toward him dissipates in an instant. It’s like some primal creature inside me doesn’t see him as a monster but as the answer to my every desire. I can’t stop the moan that escapes my lips as I lift my body off the ground and press myself against him. The moment I touch him, his grip tightens, and he presses me down into the earth with his weight. His length rubs against me, and he doesn’t make any attempts to hide it—he just grinds harder into my abdomen.
“You can’t leave,” he whispers, his lips hovering over mine.
“I’m here,” I whisper back before straining my neck to capture his lips. His mouth devours mine—his tongue sliding between my lips, filling me.
I buck against him, feeling desperate to have his hands on my body, and it’s like he can read my mind because he lets go of my wrists, bringing one hand down to my chest and the other he uses to cup my ass. The second my hands are free, I cling to him, wanting to explore the valleys and hills that run down his abdomen—to venture below his waist, but he’s pressed so tight against me that all I can do is run my hands down his back.
He drops me to the ground, lifting himself and creating space between us. His hand runs down my side untilit meets the waistband of my shorts, sliding underneath. “I’ve been waiting to get these off you the moment I saw you in that cage. I can smell him on you. Fucking smell him. Do you know how fucking feral that makes me?” His finger grazes my cunt, and I shutter. “I bet he can’t make you this wet. You’re already gushing for me.”
His words turn my insides to liquid, and I can feel myself dripping down my thighs—down Cameron’s fingers. He pulls his hand away from me, and I gasp. “Please,” I beg.
He brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking and licking them clean.
I moan.
“God, you taste so fucking good.” His eyes nearly roll to the back of his head.
“Cameron, I need…” I can’t get the words out. I buck against him, needing the friction from his fingers, his body, his dick, any part of him at this point.
“Shhh, I know what you need.” He brings his hand back to my core, sliding his finger through me.
“Yes,” I yell, the pleasure starting from my toes and bubbling through me.
He inserts a finger inside of me, and I cry out. He smashes his lips against mine, and as he inserts another finger into me, I moan into him. “You feel so good,” he says into my mouth. “So perfect and tight.” Heremoves his fingers, running them up and down, growing higher every swipe, until he hits my clit.
I buck against his hand.
“So responsive.” He hums and circles my sensitive bud.
“Cameron, I’m gonna…”
“Come. You’re going to come hard for me, aren’t you? Be a good girl, and come on my hand.”
It’s like his words caress every inch of me. A flower blooms inside of me, starting out light and small and bursting into a ray of bright colors. I claw at Cameron’s back as I cry out, grinding against his hand. I’m not completely in my right mind, but I swear the ground shakes from underneath me.
Cameron moans into my ear, loud and forceful, as if my pleasure is as much his. He doesn’t stop until my body slackens.
