Chapter 42

“Fuck it,” She muttered and walked to where he stood. She snaked her hand down his torso seductively, reaching for his crotch while dragging her lips against his teasingly. But Cole held her wrist before she could touch him down there, scared that he would lose his control if she did, and thinking she was still just torturing him.

“I want you inside me,” She confessed. Maybe she did know what she wanted. “I want you deep…” She trailed, the excitement of what was yet to come making her legs weak. “I want you deep inside me,” She whispered against his lips. “Fuck me and don’t stop till I’m too physically weak to agree that I am.” She begged.

Cole froze at first. For half a second, the world narrowed to her mouth, the tremor in her voice, the way her fingers clenched in his shirt as she’d drown without him. His wolf slammed against his ribs snarling with ravenous hunger.

He caught her face in both hands suddenly; rough, decisive, fingers spreading along her jaw as if