Lusting A Wolf

chapter 8

She laughed nervously, her breath catching her throat as she realised how very near to a bed they were right now, and completely alone.

His thumb began to caress the palm of her hand gently, and she stifled a moan of need, disguising it as cough as she backed away quickly, pulling her hand from his grip.

"So about that shower." She broke in loudly, attempting to divert his attention to anything else as he slowly ambled over to her, a mischievous grin settling over his incredibly handsome features. She began to back away further until she hit something hard, her legs buckling beneath her as she fell backwards onto the massive bed. She looked up in surprise, scrambling further away from Rafe as he came to the edge, her heart beating wildly as she felt a rush of heat spread from her loins.

"What are you doing?" she whispered, fighting against the huskiness in her voice as he crawled slowly towards her, pushing her back against the fur covers so she was laying beneath him.

"Do you have any idea," he whispered in a tortured groan, running his nose slowly along her neck and breathing in deeply, "How badly I want you?"

This time she couldn't stifle the low moan as it broke from her lips at his words, his fingers lightly caressing her bare thighs, trailing them higher as he spoke softly in her ear.

"I can't think clearly whenever I'm near you," he was murmuring, nibbling softly on her earlobe, "You're killing me."

His hands began to explore up her long legs, his intentions growing rougher and wilder as he dug his nails into her thighs, pulling her roughly against his body before his mouth devoured hers.

She groaned deliriously as his tongue delved into her mouth, his lips roughly caressing hers. She could feel his desperate need as his hands travelled roughly along her body, tearing at her flimsy garment in his feverish attempt to feel her naked body against his.

Before she succumbed to his temptation, desperately now as she could feel herself being tugged into a place of no return, she shoved hard against his chest. He broke the kiss almost straight away, looking down at her in confusion.

"Stop!" she gasped out, trying to catch her breath and ignore the heated pulsing in her core, using all her strength not to wrap her legs around his waist and bring his lips down to hers once more, "We can't do this Rafe."

"Why?" he asked her, his voice husky with desire. It was a simple question, and had her groaning for him once more.

"Because..." she trailed off, staring transfixed at his lips and holding back another soft moan, she bit down on her bottom lip roughly to stifle it.

He grinned down at her, "Because...?"

When she didn't answer, he slowly ran his hand up her side to her scantily clad breast, teasing her as he softly rubbed his thumb against her swollen nipple. He stifled the gasp of lust from her with his lips, kissing her heatedly, passionate. When he sensed she needed air he pulled back, only to press his lips to her neck and trail soft kisses down to her collarbone.

"Please, Rafe," she moaned, her breathing erratic and uneven as he slipped his hands beneath the torn dress and grinning wolfishly at the fact that his mate wasn't even wearing a bra, "We have to stop. Please."

He groaned softly into her neck, his erection straining against his dark jeans painfully. He wanted her, but there was no way in hell that he was going to take her without her consent. He wanted to please her, to love her, not frighten her.

He pulled back slowly, his eyes apologetic as he took in her lusty expression, her eyes glazed over and her cheeks flushed becomingly.

"I'm sorry..." he murmured, he would've been ashamed with himself if he thought she didn't enjoy it, and there was no denying that she did with the moans of pleasure he'd emancipated from her lips.