"I will not." Unable to contain my anger anymore, I reach out and slap the deer jerky out of his fist, my hand making a red mark on his wrist. The jerky flies across the room.
Wolfe looks at the jerky unconcernedly, then raises his gaze to me. "You hit me."
I laugh out loud, my tone unamused. "You can't handle a light slap?" I taunt. "No wonder you want me to take over as Warlord. You probably can't hack it."
I know I'm being as asshole, but I can't help myself. When I'm faced with emotionally charged situations I fall to pieces. I've never been taught how to properly handle anything like this. My family was torn apart while I was still developing. All of my teenage angst was poured into mourning my parents and then, later, my grandparents and sister. I've never had the opportunity to understand how real relationships work. Even my relationship with Silas had been lopsided. He had many wives, and though I was favoured, I still had to share him. I'd bottled my emotions and played the dutiful wife. Yes, I loved my husband, but I can also recognize that he hadn't necessarily been good for me.
"You hit me," Wolfe says again, emphasizing the word hit as though he wants me to understand something.
"What’s your problem?" I shout at him.
It finally occurs to me, a split second before Wolfe strikes. When I was first brought to Sanctuary, when I tried to fight him, he countered my physical attacks with kisses. Apparently, the rule still stands.
He shoves me back so hard, when I hit the wall it shudders under my weight and the entire hotel creaks ominously. I’m too stunned to immediately fight back as he falls on me. I open my mouth to tell Wolfe to take it easy before we do some serious damage to the building with us inside, but he uses the opportunity to slam his mouth over mine, thrusting his tongue into my mouth.
Before I can even think to bite him, he grips my jaw and holds my mouth open wide. I'm not sure if this is to protect himself from my bites, or if he's trying to gain better access, but either way, he sweeps my mouth in a kiss so all-encompassing it can barely be called a kiss. It's painful, it's exhilarating, it's everything I’ve come to expect from Wolfe. Wild, untamed, completely feral. His teeth cut me until I taste blood. The blood doesn't bother me though. If anything, it turns me on.
I slam my hands against his chest, wrap my leg around his knee and shove him. He starts to fall, then catches himself and stumbles back a step. Somehow, he retains his hold on me. Our kiss breaks for only a few seconds, long enough for my grey eyes to clash with his single golden one. Then he bends his head and slashes his mouth over mine again. Once more I’m forced to accept his brutal kiss. His fingers bruise my flesh as he grips my biceps.
I try to fight him, try to strike him, but he slaps my arms away. I try to knee him in the groin, but he throws me back against the wall, lifts me and thrusts his knee between my legs. I gasp at the forceful contact of his knee slamming into my pussy. The blow shocks me, but it's not enough to hurt me. My heart is thundering, my blood is pumping, and the scent of sweaty male flesh is pounding through my head.
I slam my fists against his shoulders with all my strength, then I grip his hair so tight that I can feel some of the strands tear from his head. I kiss him back, pouring all of my anger into the kiss.
My unexpected response lights a new fire in Wolfe. Our kiss takes on a decidedly erotic turn as he pulls away far enough to run his mouth down the side of my neck, sinking his teeth in deep enough to mark me. At this point I can barely breathe as the air rushes in and out of me in short gasps. Desire floods through me as I cling to him, alternately trying to push him away and pull him closer.
I fight him for supremacy, finally shoving against the wall hard enough to force him to stumble back. With me in his arms he's off balance. I take advantage, twisting in his grip and wrapping my legs around his, thumping my heels into the back of his knees.
He buckles and together we fall, slamming against the floor next to the hole. With a thunderous crack, the boards break beneath us and we go plummeting into the basement of the hotel. Broken floorboards, dust and vines fall through with us.
I let out a short sharp scream as we fall. We hit something soft enough to cushion the fall, bouncing together and then rolling off. I land heavily on top of Wolfe. Shocked, I blink into the dusty air and look over, realizing that we fell onto a pile of old mattresses.
"Good aim," I murmur, my voice cracking with a cough. I looked down at Wolfe. "You hurt?"
"Not bad enough."
I frown at him. "Bad enough for what?"
He flips me onto my back so fast the room spins crazily around me and I'm left blinking up at the bright hole that we've made in the hotel floor. "Not hurt bad enough that I can't fuck you."
"Fuck me?" I gasp.
Instead of answering, he shows me. He reaches down between us, grips the laces of my leather pants and tears them open. My body shudders at the impact of the tearing cloth, but at this point I'm so ready to feel him inside me, that I help him by kicking them off my legs. While I get rid of my pants, he reaches down to his own laces, untying them and pulling himself free.
I lean up on my elbows, squinting in the dusty darkness, trying to see his cock. I felt it pressed against me before and know that, given his sheer size, it must be enormous, but I'd like to at least see it once before it makes its way into my body. I'm doomed to disappointment though; both the surrounding darkness and Wolfe thwart me.
He climbs back over top of me, grips my ponytail in one hand, and yanks my head back at the same time as he pulls my legs open. He wraps an arm around my back, lifts me up and rolls us until I'm poised directly above him.
My heart hammers in fear and anticipation. I thank god that our fight upstairs made me wet for him, or he would split me in two as he slams me down onto his engorged cock. Still, the pressure is agony as he forces his way up inside my body. I scream out and beat him with my fists while he holds me against his body so tight that I can feel my ribs creaking.
"You motherfucker, let me up!" I demand, tears springing to my eyes from the pain.
He ignores me, burying his head in my shoulder as I continue to beat and pull at him, yanking his hair and scratching the skin around his neck. He murmurs in my ear, trying to reassure me, telling me that it'll stop hurting soon.
"I'm not a virgin, you monster cock fucker!" I shout at him. "Sex isn't supposed to hurt this much."
Finally, he grips me by the ponytail again, pulls my head back and lifts his head to look at me. "You haven't had sex in over a year and I’m a big fucking man. It was always going to hurt. Shut up and settle down or it won’t be good for you."
Arrogant fuck!
I sniff angrily, swiping at the tears threatening to spill. "You’re such an asshole." But he's right, the pain is starting to ebb, the pressure giving way to tiny sparks of pleasure, lighting a fire through my body.
He starts to move me, gripping my hips and forcing me to undulate on top of him, my pussy clinging tightly to his engorged cock. I swear I can feel every vein and every ridge he has packed in there.
He continues to rock me, back and forth, back and forth, the tension vibrating through his arms. I know that he wants to pick me up and slam me down onto him, to fuck me for all he's worth. According to him, he’s been waiting a long time for this. I'm amazed at his control. He must be doing this for me, so that I experience as much pleasure as him without too much pain.