Wolf.e: A Dark MC Romance
Wolf.e: Chapter 29

I’m frozen, afraid to move, or breathe. In the short time I’ve known Gabriel, I’ve seen him angry, amused, terrifying, focused, godlike.

But I’ve never seen him like this. This look he’s wearing I can’t place.

He doesn’t respond to me.

His eyes are primed and focused, they seem to touch every hair on my head, every stretch of skin. Like they’re learning the planes of my body. I’m afraid to speak again or even breathe.

I wait like a fly caught in a spider’s web.

The second Gabriel moves, I flinch. He smirks and calmly pulls his cut from his body, tossing it over the back of a chair in the side parlor. He turns and silently stalks back to the front door. Placing his hand in the centre, he leans into it and drops his head, pausing for a moment, almost as if he’s collecting himself. I can see the rise and fall of his shoulders as he inhales and then releases a single deep breath. His other hand comes up, resting on the handle for a moment and then slowly locks the door with an audible click that seems to echo throughout the entire house. I can sense the danger, but I’m rooted to my spot, too afraid to go anywhere. Gabriel slowly turns away from the door and stares at his cut on the chair. A second passes. Then two, before he brings his dark gaze back to mine.

“Run,” he growls.

I flinch again with the deep timbre of his voice in the quiet space.

“W-wha—?”

“It seems”—he starts to move toward me and I brace myself for flight—“we’re at an impasse. So, I’ll give you one minute as a head start.”

It’s in this instant I realize I am useless in the face of terror because I still don’t move. I just watch in slow motion as my hunter stalks toward me, grips both my arms and pulls me to him roughly, our bodies flush and his sweet scent washes over me, drawing me in deeper.

“If I find you before that sun is set, I fuck you, and from this point on you will remember that I own you.”

His lips hover over mine, both his large hands move up through my hair and I feel him, already hard and pressing into my abdomen.

“You may fuck me, but you’ll never own me” I test him.

Gabriel grips my hair in one large handful at the roots and tips my face back sharply for better access.

“Fucking little brat.” His deep voice makes a shiver echo up my spine.

His mouth comes down and hovers over mine, I wait, already panting because I can’t move. The way he’s wound his hands in my hair, he’d rip it from my scalp if I tried. I can only run when he releases me, and he knows it. His minty, bourbon-laced breath bleeds into me as he slides his tongue across my bottom lip. He sucks it into his mouth and then bites it hard enough to draw blood. My brain tells me it’s pain, but my body ignites, my pussy instantly throbs, and I moan into his mouth.

“What are you doing to me?” he asks, his voice ragged and almost as breathless as mine.

I look into his eyes and test him further, remembering Layla’s words. It’s my body he wants, it’s me that he is aching for. I find my power and arm myself with it. I look down, then back up at him.

“Please…” I whimper like I can’t wait for him to devour me.

He growls into me, and I feel it, the moment he gives in and his control completely snaps, falling along with every inhibition I have to the floor below.

“Fuck it—”

He barely gets the words out before his lips come crashing down on mine, the same way they did in the woods but this time, he doesn’t stop. Gabriel slides his hands out from under my hair to either side of my jaw in one fluid, intentional moment, tilting my face for better access, his tongue slinks inside and moves in a languid pace with mine to taste every corner of my mouth. This kiss is full of a passion I can’t explain. It’s lips, tongues, and teeth. With it he claims me, kissing me like there’s no such thing as time. And I realize, I’ve never really been kissed before.

No other man should count.

I wrap my arms around his shoulders, feeling the muscles ripple under his shirt, and I long to feel his skin, his naked body pressed to mine. I slide my hands up and fist them in the hair at the nape of his neck. I pull tight, and he groans into my mouth. I can’t get close enough, I desperately grasp and pull at him, forcing him closer. I sink right into him like his body was made to house mine, but there’s no place I can burrow that gives me what I need. Gabriel kisses me so deeply that I don’t know how long it’s been since my last breath, and I don’t care. Let me die like this in his arms. Let this high last forever. Hands slide back into my hair—seconds later? Minutes? I have no idea.

He tips his forehead to mine.

“Hide well, little hummingbird. When I find you, I’m going to fucking ruin you.”

Gabriel’s breaths come as quickly as mine and my more sadistic side that I’m just discovering loves that I make him as uncontrolled as he makes me. A deep rumble courses through his chest, and he lets go of me abruptly, leaving me barely able to stand. His hands fall at his sides. I see his fists clench and his jaw tense.

“Run,” Gabriel commands once more, and then I’m flying.

I take off through the house as fast as my feet will carry me, almost tripping up the stairs as I go, my heart pounding in my chest. I think of every space I could hide as I run, listening to hear if he’s broken his word, all the while I count. Twenty-four, twenty-five… knowing my time is limited. I push open every door as wide as they can go, so he won’t know which room I’ve entered, and then make my way to the last bedroom at the end of the hall., It’s small, unassuming, and quiet. Thirty-eight… thirty-nine…

I slide a rocking chair away from the wall just enough to get behind it and twist the handle I know is hiding in the wall paneling, opening the secret entrance to the old storage room in the attic. I carefully close the door behind me with shaky hands. Forty-six… forty-seven… My heart feels like it might beat out of my chest as I move like flames are chasing me, climbing up the stairs, knowing exactly where to go. I’m utterly terrified but somehow want him to find me all at the same time. Fifty-one… fifty-two…

I reach the top of the attic stairs, pausing to catch my breath as I quickly scan the room where my nana kept all her old belongings. I glance around, trying to determine the most inconspicuous spot. I slide over the top of my nana’s cedar chest and crouch down behind it in the darkest part of the attic. Fifty-six… fifty-seven… I’m lightheaded and alive with need and desire. The thrill of waiting consumes me as I count the final seconds until my wolf comes to hunt me… Fifty-eight… fifty-nine…

Sixty.