Wolf's Hunger (Mafia Monsters #5) - Atlas Rose Page 0,17
running. No more leaving. I fisted Arran’s hair, pulled his face from my core, and broke Phantom’s kiss to stare down at the Wolf between my legs. “Give me your hand, Wolf.”
He obeyed, like I knew he would. His hand rose to mine, his strong fingers unfurled as I pressed his palm to my cheek. Abandoned. The bitter tang of my Wolf’s pain filled my nose. He’d been rejected by his mate, left with a shattered heart—until now.
Arran swallowed hard, fear shimmering in those perfect eyes. “Carina,” he murmured as I tightened my grip and turned my head.
The bite was hard and fast. My teeth sank into the meat of his palm and cut deep. I closed my eyes as that animal hunger roared through me. I released my bite and licked the beads of blood as they rose. “Mine,” I growled.
A tortured sound came from the Wolf as my leg slid from his shoulder and he rose, his hand still trapped in mine and his blood on the tip of my tongue. “Mine,” I whispered. “I claim you, Arran, as mine.”
He gripped the back of my neck and yanked me close. The kiss was hard and savage as pent-up desire spilled free. I wanted him…craved him. My body hummed with ferocious desire, but I wasn’t done yet…not by a long shot.
I shifted my gaze to the two unclaimed Wolves in the room and Arran eased his hold, letting me break from his kiss. “Vitold,” I called. “Come to me.”
The Wolf didn’t move, just stood there, watching me with those glinting eyes, filled with violence. I turned to him, letting his gaze drift down my naked body. There was something between me and the Russian, some kind of magnetic pull.
Everything alright here? The past surfaced, and with it came the memory of Murphy’s cruel, bruising grip around my arm.
It was the first time I’d seen Vitold, as the Wolf strode into the morgue, his gaze moving instantly to my ex-partner as he’d savagely pushed me against the stainless steel morgue drawer.
Vitold had come for me that day. I knew it now, just as I’d subconsciously known it then. A dangerous kind of savagery lay inside this one, unhinged and broken. I’d seen men like him before, seen them on the other side of an interrogation table. He was dangerous. Very dangerous. The thought sped my pulse. “Come to me, Wolf.”
He moved, with careful, deliberate steps bringing him closer. The curl of his lips. The warning in his eyes. He had a beast in his soul, a terrifying, bestial thing. I held his gaze as he stood in front of me, daring me with his look.
“You want this, female?” he murmured.
I lifted my hand to cup his cheek. “I want this, Wolf,” I whispered in answer. “The question is, do you? Will you submit to me, Vitold? Do you want me as I want you?”
Hard breaths blew warm against my face as he slowly nodded.
But something in my gut was strange, tingling and wretched. “Say the words,” I demanded. “Say you’ll submit to me.” Chaos. Sometimes, that’s all it takes, Ruin’s words invaded my mind again. “Say the words…or all this is over.”
His eyes glinted like razors, honed razors…
I’d backed this Wolf into a corner, a dangerous corner. Kill or be killed, the law these Wolves lived by. The thready patter of my heart filled my ears. “Say the words.”
His lips curled in a chilling smile. “Fuck you, special agent.”
“I’m trying to get to that part, Wolf,” I whispered, and brushed my thumb across his cheek.
That cruel Unseelie darkness grew colder inside me. Make him kneel. Fuck that wildness inside him and he will forever belong to us.
His nostrils flared before his eyes widened. “Female—” he started.
I moved closer, until my breasts pressed against his chest. “I want you, Vitold. I want all of you. All that danger, all that rage. Give it to me. Give me your beast.”
He froze as that cutting edge in his gaze flickered with fear. I lowered my gaze to his dripping clothes and slowly worked the buttons of his shirt. Silence filled the room. A chilling silence as the Wolf in front of me fought his own battle…
Phantom and Arran waited behind me. Could I have a pack of two? A pang of agony tore through my chest. No. The answer was no. I wouldn’t allow it. I pushed his shirt from his chest and dropped it to the floor.