Free A Wolf’s Deception (Novella) by Sherilee Gray Page A

her.
    He tried to pull away from her, rage and lust firing his blood. He wanted her too badly, he’d hurt her if took her now.
    He needed a minute to get his shit together. But she wouldn’t let him go, and he didn’t have the strength to push her away.
    She cupped his face, tears dampening her cheeks. ‘I’m so sorry. I should have trusted you. What do you want? It’s yours. I’ll give you anything. Please, just don’t hate me. I couldn’t bear it…I couldn’t bear it.’
    The animal inside clawed to the surface, desperate to get close to the female in front of him. His female. The beast hated that she was sad, wanted to fix it, make her better. Her scent surrounded him, overwhelmed him, and the grip he had on his control crumpled.
    He lost it.
    Lifting her, he spun around, taking her through the open door to the bedroom and pushed her up against the wall.
    ‘I need inside you, Tressa, need to fuck you, hard. Have to make you forget any other male laid his fucking hands on you.’ Thighs spread, wrapped around his waist, he ground his cock against her, showing her how much he craved her. Her lids drifted shut, but he cupped her jaw.
    ‘Look at me.’
    Her eyes blinked open, glazed, her need front and centre. He had to make her understand, hoped like fuck she could see it in his eyes, because right then he was only capable of grunting demands.
    ‘I need to dominate you, Tressa. Need you under me, at my mercy.’
    She panted, hot puffs against his chin then a small moan slipped past and she reached up, nipped at his lower lip. ‘Take it. Take anything you want.’
    He stepped back, taking her with him and dropped to the bed, covering her with his body. She wrapped around him instantly, sexy little whimpers and moans against his ear as she rubbed against him almost frantically. He kissed her again, devoured her, chased her tongue into her mouth. Fuck, she tasted amazing.
    She clawed at his back, yanking his shirt up and over his head.
    ‘Please, I need you.’ She gasped when he bit down on a nipple through her shirt.
    ‘I can’t go slow, Tressa. I can’t be gentle,’ he choked.
    Her eyes glowed in the dim light of the bedroom, yellow exploding through her usually dark irises, her wolf coming to the surface, showing how hot she was for him.
    ‘I don’t want gentle.’
    He growled, lips pulled back in a snarl, his beast hating that another male had seen the same change in her eyes, seen her hot and wanting. Rearing up, he gripped the front of her jeans and ripped them open, all but shredding them from her body. Her shirt came next, and then she was lying on the bed, naked, spread wide and so fucking beautiful it hurt to look at her.
    He smoothed his hands over her smooth skin, traced the few faint, silvery marks on her lower belly, proof of how her body had changed, grown swollen and round with his cub. Jesus, he wanted to howl with the injustice of it. Her asshole father had taken that from him. Another male had laid his hand on her belly, had felt Sawyer’s first kicks.
    He leaned in, kissed the marks. ‘So beautiful.’
    His need to claim became stronger, every instinct in him, screamed to take her, to mark her. Gripping her knees, he held her spread wide, exposed her to his hungry gaze. She was swollen and wet, more than ready for him.
    ‘Fuck.’
    ‘Now, please.’ She clawed at the sheets,
    Tearing at the front of his own jeans he shoved them down, releasing his painfully hard cock, hips thrusting forward of their own accord.
    But first he had to…
    Dipping his head, he dragged his tongue through the centre of her pussy, groaning at the exquisite taste of her. She was so wet, so hot. Her fingers threaded through his hair, holding him to her, grinding against his mouth, his face. He held her hips, pinning her flat to the bed then toyed with her clit until she begged him to let her come.
    Thrusting a finger inside her, he sucked the tight little bud and she came apart against his mouth.
    He reared