Wolf Girl (Wolf Girl #1) - Leia Stone Page 0,77

I was tired, but I couldn’t stop replaying the things he said to his father about me in my head. The way he’d stuck up for me, no one had ever done that for me before, not even my parents. After the attack, their hands were tied. They’d filed the complaint but they were two poor banished wolves living out in the human world. Sawyer had just stared down his father, the alpha of all of Wolf City, and told him that he should be madder about what happened to me.

My chest tightened with emotion and I knocked softly on the door. When he pulled it back, eyes roaming over my face, checking for any signs of distress, something burst open inside of me.

I loved him. I really fucking loved him. He was a catch, not just because he was rich or the future alpha or any of that shit. He was sweet and sexy and he fucking fought for me. He’d killed for me. Twice.

“I’m in love with you!” I blurted out, causing a grin to pull at his lips as Eugene took this moment to back up and give us privacy. “I mean, I’m not good with this fuzzy feelings shit, but I’m so fucking in love with you it hurts.” I grabbed my chest and he stepped out into the doorway and grasped the sides of my face. Looking down at me with searing blue eyes, he smiled, showing me his chin butt in all its glory.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked, looking at my lips.

I looked at him through a half-lidded gaze and started to push him back into his apartment with my hips, pressing my pelvis into him until we were inside, then I shut the door behind me. Leaning forward, I trailed my tongue along his salty neck and then whispered in his ear. “Make love to me, Sawyer.”

It was like he was made of combustible materials and I’d just lit him on fire. His skin flared with heat as his warm lips crashed to mine in a hungry kiss that confirmed every feeling I had.

I was made for him.

He was made for me.

And fuck anyone who tried to stand in my way.

His tongue slipped into my mouth and I moaned as he swallowed my sounds. I kissed him with a feverish urgency as heat built up, threatening to burst me from the inside out. Remembering what he’d said before about letting me lead, I started to walk backward into his bedroom. His hand snaked up my shirt but stayed just under my bra, until I reached up and pushed it higher, giving him permission. When he cupped my breast, pressure exploded between my legs, causing me to growl as I pushed him backward on the bed.

He fell onto the crisp white sheets, while I stayed standing.

Reaching down to grasp the edges of my shirt, I pulled it up over my head, watching his eyes rake over me with satisfaction. He did the same, one handed, revealing a perfect chest and abs. Unbuttoning my shorts, I let them fall to the floor as he mimicked my movements, taking his shorts off and matching me.

He lay there, in his boxers, on his back but propped up on his elbows just watching me, waiting. I had all of the control and that was sexy as hell. In one move I slipped off my bra and his eyes went yellow. Leaning forward, I crawled up his body, slowly, brushing my breasts against his stomach and tracing my nipples up his abs.

“Fuck, Demi…” he groaned, causing a satisfied grin to pull at my lips.

When I reached him, I took one of his hands and placed it on my left breast, then I leaned down slowly and took his bottom lip into my mouth. His hardness grew beneath me as I grabbed for his other hand and slipped it under my panties, between my legs.

We both moaned at the same time.

His tongue slipped into my mouth, gliding with mine as need built up inside of me.

I needed Sawyer like I’ve never needed a man before. One of his fingers slipped inside of me and a low satisfying groan ripped from my throat.

“Is this okay?” he asked, breathy in my ear.

I swallowed hard. “Yes.” I panted as I moved my hips harder into his hand.

I pulled my mouth away from him and arched my back as he came up to take my nipple into his mouth and suck. Something unfurled