Little Wolf(COMPLETE)

.17 - warning

Warning, this chapter is mature later on. You can easily skip over the smut though and head to the next chapter. ;)

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Lane pulled me against him as soon as we entered his room. My makeup must of been running because he handed me the box of tissues on his desk. I went into his bathroom that was attached to his room and cleaned off my face, removing all of my makeup. He handed me a black tshirt and a pair of his boxers. I took a quick shower before changing into his clothes. They smelled like him and it comforted me. I exited the bathroom to find him with no shirt on, just a pair of plaid pajama pants.

I couldn't help but admire how toned he was. I wanted to trace over the tattoos on his skin and find out the meaning behind ever single tattoo. He luckily didn't notice me staring, his face stone like and unamused as he typed into his phone. I guess after a night we had just had he wasn't trying to be friendly and joke around. He set his phone down on the bed side table and pulled back the blanket of the bed, ushering me towards him as he climbed in. I hesitantly approached the bed and climbed in after him, basking in the warmth and smell of the sheets. Before I completely settled in, Lane grabbed me, pulling me against him as he pressed his entire body against mine.

It hadn't helped that I wasn't wearing a bra. My chest wasn't small, and my breasts squished against his chest, the tshirt was the only barrier separating us from skin on skin contact.

Lane growled against my neck. "I would have fucking killed him if your brothers hadn't of stopped me."

I had never witnessed Lane showing emotion the way he was now. His tone was scary and I could feel the anger rolling off of him. This caused an unknown feeling to stir in the pit of my stomach. I must of been going crazy because I was finding myself becoming turned on by his anger. I brought my arms up, sliding them around lane's neck, the sudden affection surprising him. His already dark gaze, darkened even more as I wrapped my legs around his waist.

"Brennan." He purred, pressing his face into my neck as I held him against me.

"Lane." I mimicked him. I felt something twitch against my thigh.

"Don't mess with me like this when I'm angry." He warned with a growl, causing my want for him to grow. He closed his eyes, as if he was trying to contain himself and I took it as my opportunity.

I leaned forward and kissed the side of his mouth, testing him. His eyes immediately shot open, even darker than they had been before as he glared down at me, seething in anger. If this had been before, his look would have scared me. Lane came off as a scary guy to those who didn't know him, but I knew him better than he would ever give me credit for.

He didn't say a word, just glared at me in a silent rage, as I took the moment to run my hand through his hair. If he didn't want me touching him and this close to him he could pull away at any moment, yet he hadn't. I turned my head to where his arm rested besides me and kissed the skin in the most loving manner I could. Suddenly his lips crashed into mine and I could feel every inch of his body pressing against me, hard. My arms were still wrapped around his neck, one of his hands caressing the side of my face while the other moved down, grasping one of my legs right below my ass. His hardness dug into me as he pressed his lower half against mine.

He pulled back from the kiss, his eyes hooded. I could still feel the anger radiating off of him, but it wasn't as bad as it had been before we had kissed. "Brennan. Don't toy with me or you'll regret it."

I paid no attention to his warning as I leaned up and pressed a soft kiss against his lips. After I pulled away I looked him straight in the eye as if to challenge him. His face remained a stone, not giving away any emotion. Not that I needed just his facial expression to tell how he felt. I could feel his heart pounding just as hard as mine.