“I want this, Menace,” she said, her hands pulling me closer. “I want you. More than anything.”
Her untamed hunger matched my own, urgent and insistent. She was so fucking magnificent. A smoldering ember on the verge of becoming the wildfire that would consume every part of me.
I let the wildness take me, let it consume every part of me.
This was what we both wanted. This was what we both needed. A reckless need drove us forward. And I would not hold back.
My wolf surged through me, desperate and rough, pressing her into the bed as my mouth found the line of her throat. Her pulse beat there, frantic and insistent, a rhythm that paced my own. “Mine,” I growled, the word more possession than promise. My hands roamed her skin, each touch a declaration I wouldn’t take back. This was it, the moment I’d never expected, never imagined. A raw intensity broke through my restraint and shattered me completely. Shewasmine. But goddamn, I washers. I felt it in every kiss, every gasp, every frantic whisper that passed between us.
My hands further explored every inch of her body. As ravenous as I was to claim her, I was ever aware that this was her first time. I wanted to make her forget Dane’s hands and everything they took from her. He may not have taken her innocence, but he took too fucking much. My fingers, my touch would be the only memories she’d have from this moment forward.
She lay beneath me, her body trembling, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Her skin was flushed, her lips swollen from my kisses, and her eyes—those fucking eyes—were wide with a mix of fear and desire. I could smell her arousal, thick and heady, mingling with the scent of her fear. It was intoxicating. My wolf howled inside me, demanding I take her, claim her, make her mine in every way possible. But I held back. I needed to erase every memory of that bastard Dane, every touch, every violation. I needed her to know that this—this was different. This was us.
“Menace,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Please.”
I leaned down, my lips brushing against her ear. “Tell me what you want, Red.”
“You,” she gasped. “I want you.”
I growled, low and deep, the sound vibrating through both of us. My hands roamed her body, tracing every curve, every dip, every scar. I wanted to memorize her, to know every inch of her. My fingers brushed over her nipples, already hard and pebbled, and she arched into my touch, a soft moan escaping her lips.
“Fuck, Savannah,” I muttered, my voice rough with need. “You’re so beautiful.”
Her hands gripped my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin. “Menace, please. I need you.”
I kissed her again, deep and hungry, my tongue tangling with hers. My hands moved lower, skimming over her stomach, her hips, until I reached the apex of her thighs. She was wet, sofucking wet, I could feel the heat of her. I groaned, my cock throbbing with need.
“Tell me again,” I demanded, my voice a low growl. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“Yours,” she gasped. “Always yours.”
I admired her bare pussy, smooth and glistening, and I couldn’t resist. I had to have another taste as I lowered my head, my tongue flicking out to lap at her center. She cried out, her hips bucking against my mouth.
“Fuck, Menace,” she moaned, her hands tangling in my hair.
I licked her again, slow and deliberate, savoring the taste of her. She was sweet, so fucking sweet, and I couldn’t get enough. My tongue circled her clit, teasing and taunting, before I plunged it inside her, fucking her with it. She writhed beneath me; her moans growing louder, more desperate.
“Please,” she begged. “Please, Menace.”
I pulled back, looking up at her. “Are you ready, Red?”
“Yes,” she gasped. “So ready.”
My cock was hard, throbbing with need, and I could see the hunger in her eyes as she looked at it. I grabbed it, stroking it slowly as I looked down at her.
I pressed its head against her entrance, feeling her wetness coating me. I pushed in slowly, inch by inch, giving her time to adjust. She was tight, so fucking tight, and I had to fight the urge to slam into her.
“Fuck,” I groaned, my hands gripping her hips. “You feel so good.”
She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper into her. “More,” she begged. “Please, Menace.”
I gave her more until I felt the resistance of her virginity. “Sweetheart, this is going to hurt, but only for a moment.”
Her eyes glistened with unshed tears. “I know, I know. Just please hurry. I need…”
I thrust into her, hard and deep, and she cried out, her nails digging into my back. I paused just for a moment so she could get used to my size. Her hands had a death grip on my shoulders.
Her body arched into me, giving in to the need that burned between us. I was ravenous, reckless, more untamed than I’d ever been. Her fingers tangled in my hair, urging me on as I gave her everything. Nothing else existed. Not the pack. Not the threat of her father. Only the force of this, of us, of everything I’d never thought I’d have.
