Wolf's Hunger (Mafia Monsters #5) - Atlas Rose Page 0,74
to be fucked by them, if that’s what you’re asking.”
I guess that’s exactly what I was asking. I stepped closer. “And what if I could give you what you need? What then?”
I knew now why his shirt was discarded on the floor, knew why this whole sensual, erotic display. Knew it wasn’t just desperation that darkened those perfect blue eyes. He needs us, Chaos urged. Fear pushed to the surface, until it was cast aside.
There was no room for that now. No room to be anything other than what he needed.
That hunger flared to life as I stepped closer, pinning his gaze with my own. “I won’t hurt you,” I said. “That’s one thing I can’t bring myself to do. Don’t ask me to do that…but anything else is on the table.”
His breath caught as he searched my gaze. Did he expect me to run? Expect that he’d scare me with the truth? He needed to learn one thing about me. I didn’t scare that easily. “Come to me,” I commanded, and inside my head, Chaos whispered yesssss…
Darkness moved inside me, that feral savagery bloomed like a noxious flower just as it had that night in the caves. But there were no other Wolves to fight with now. There was just us.
He moved closer, his thick thighs stretching his trousers. Fear leaked from his body and tainted the air. He had as much riding on this as I did. So much power. So much raw, undeniable need.
“Who do you want to fuck, Church?” I whispered as he stopped in front of me.
Darkness splashed across his skin. The pale white lights cast shadows across his face. He wanted not pain…but power, and that malevolent beast inside me was all about power. I stepped closer, letting that bestial part of me slip through the air and taste his skin.
He flinched at the contact, and his eyes widened, his lips parted. That’s it, Wolf, she whispered in my head. Nice to finally meet you. I felt myself moving, reaching out to place my palm against his bare chest.
No matter what was happening outside these walls…this is where I was needed.
Right here.
Fingers splayed, I followed the contour of his chest, feeling the thunder of his heart under my fingers. “Dance for me,” I ordered, and took a step back.
He licked his lips as that deep throb echoed all around me. I took another step backward, until the back of my legs hit the velvet lounge.
He moved, just like I imagined he would, corded muscles straining as he lifted his hand to the hard muscles of his stomach. His eyes were riveted to mine as I watched him and slowly sat once more.
Those thick thighs strained his pants until I was sure they’d rip as he rolled his hips and slowly thrust forward.
Fuck me.
For a second, the panicked beat of my heart almost gave me away as I stared at the way he moved.
But the hunger inside me was just as desperate, pulsing through me as heat licked between my thighs. I wanted him…wanted him on his knees, wanted him naked and writhing.
Wanted him desperate for me.
His hands moved to the black belt, and the large fingers slipped the leather free and through the buckle. The slow slide through the belt loops made me catch my breath. I was captivated by the deep, corded V at the center of his hips as the burn settled into my chest. One hard exhale and the cool air rushed in. I tried to gain composure…but oh, the way he moved, all predatory and powerful.
Silver glinted in his eyes as his own beast rose to the surface. A tremor raced through me. It was almost too much, almost too everything. My nipples puckered and desire licked deep as I dug my nails into the velvet.
This was no seductive, female tease. This was raw, masculine hunger…aimed at me. The belt hit the floor with a clang before he reached for the button of his waistband. I lifted my gaze, holding his gaze as that Unseelie burn flared brighter, lashing his body with sadistic need.
He trembled under the power and his pupils widened until the dark, glinting circles were blown. I slowly pushed against the sofa and rose, taking a step closer.
Mine, Chaos whispered. You are mine.
Church let out a soft groan, the sound like fucking lightning through my veins. I stepped closer and reached out, taking the button in my fingers, and murmured, “Do that again.”