Wolf.e: A Dark MC Romance
Wolf.e: Chapter 30

I watch her form disappear up the stairs in the dark house and I suddenly find myself at war with my own nature, fighting to give her the head start I promised. The beast in me pushes back against its chains, wanting to take her flesh between its teeth, tear into her heat and claim all of her. I’ve never been so hard. I’ve never been so desperate for any single thing in my entire life as I am right now, at this moment, for Brinley Rose Beaumont. The entire world could go up in flames around us, and I’d still find her and fuck her without pause until we both burned to cinders.

I glance out the back window of her house, watching the sun slowly dip below the fields on the horizon. The sixty seconds I gave her pass agonizingly slow as the patter of her feet sound from above me. The noise quiets, then disappears, and suddenly I’m bolting up the stairs behind her, positive this woman is making me lose my mind. I launch myself up them three at a time, following the trace of her jasmine scent that still lingers in the hall. I look to my left. The hallway lined with bedrooms is too easy, and the sun is disappearing quickly as I make the snap decision to run to the other end of the hall. I enter a bedroom there and pause, listening before exiting and continuing my search. There’s no sound, my little hummingbird has found her hiding spot. Wherever she is now, she’s not going to be there long.

I move through the space, my training taking over and I become light on my heavy feet. When I get to the last door at the end of the hall, it’s open—the same as all the others. My gut tells me she’s there and I never doubt my gut. I make my way in and stop to listen for the sound of her breath, a rustling of fabric, anything, but again I hear nothing. I look around the room as the last hint of the sun slips below the horizon. I start to leave, but something gives me pause and that’s when I see it, a small handle in the panelling. A secret door, perhaps?

I make my way there and open it, a stairway leads up to the attic and I instantly know she is up there. It isn’t lost on me that she hid where the only way out is through me.

I take those stairs just as quickly as the last, I’m not quiet about it, she has nowhere to go. She sucks in a sharp breath when I reach the top.

“Your scent calls to me, Brinley, there’s not a space in this house you could hide.” I smirk, knowing she’s unleashed something in me that can’t be contained now.

I get to Brinley in less then three steps under the stairs behind an old cedar chest. I wrap my hand in her hair and drag her out by it. She comes easily and I press her face first against the wood wall, she reaches behind and begins to claw at me, slap me, anything she can. I press my cock into her ass, letting her know I’m about to violate her. It’s the only warning I give. I crush her with my weight, taking over her space.

She’s grunting, kicking, trying hard to reach any part of me. It only makes me harder.

“Found you, little bird,” I say gruffly into her ear with a tone of finality. I breathe her in, turning my face into her neck, placing my open mouth over the furious thrum of her pulse. She stops flailing and I feel the sting from where her nails gnashed into the skin of my forearms.

I pull my knife from its sheath and trail the back side of the blade up the back of her thigh. She whimpers when she feels it. The mix of pleasure and pain in her little noises makes my cock throb against my jeans.

I slide the knife under Brinley’s flimsy linen shorts and with a sharp flick of my wrist, I slice upward until I tear through every last inch of them, they fall to the floor as I replace my knife in its sheath, pressing my chest into her back to hold her in place against the wall.

Brinley moans as I slide my hand over the soft globe of her ass and squeeze, hard. My hand comes down, laying a tight slap to her cheek and she yelps when she feels it. She calms as I smooth my palm over the sting and slide my other hand up into her hair. I can barely make out my handprint in the dimly lit attic but fuck, what I can see, makes me feral.

I spin her around and press her back into the wood, biting her lower lip and sucking it into my mouth, licking and tugging on it. My tongue slips inside and strokes hers, playing with her, knowing now that I’ve really kissed her, there will never be a day where I don’t.

She melts into me almost instantly, her lips become pliant against mine as she lets me take her mouth. My cock twitches and strains further with every swipe of her tongue. She moans and whimpers as I slide my hands over her body, kneading every inch of skin I can, bringing her closer in every way possible. Brinley inches her needy pussy into my cock, her tense muscles loosen as she starts slowly molding into me. She picks up the pace, her tongue meeting mine and challenging me to keep up. She lets me claim her mouth as I kiss her, bite her, and then lick over the pain, all the while she trembles beneath my hold.

I pull her tank over her head and her hair tumbles around her shoulders. She looks up at me almost naked. Only one tiny slip of cotton remains between her thighs, keeping me from what I want, what I need.

Brinley sucks in a sharp breath when my fingers find her nipples, pinching them, bringing them to my mouth, sucking in the sweet little buds. Her honey flavor filling my mouth makes me feel crazed.

She moans and rocks her pussy into me harder.

“You act so innocent, little hummingbird, but inside that pretty little head you’re just as fucked up as I am. I want it,” I tell her as I slide my free hands down between her thighs, over the lace of her thong. “I want it all.”

She moans into my lips.

“Inside, you’ve always craved this, haven’t you?” I ask, knowing it’s true. If it wasn’t, she’d be crying, fighting me, not pushing her desperate pussy into my cock like it will bring her the reward she seeks.

I slide her thong aside and just as I suspect she’s fucking soaked.

“Mmm,” I confirm. “So wet for my cock, the prim and proper debutant is really just a dirty little slut begging for me to tear this pussy apart.”

Brinley can lie, but her pussy can’t. She’s dripping. I grip her hair with my other hand and pull her head back from her roots. The soft, black waves trail down my forearm, her eyes are open and burning with lust.

“Am not prim and proper…” she half moans, and I chuckle at her, cursing as I slide the pad of my middle finger between her lips and over her clit.

“Yeah? Show me,” I tell her as I keep her eye contact and tease her clit in rough circles until she’s bucking, arching, reaching forward, searching for more from me. Her eyes start to close, but I pull her hair again, so they snap open. I shake my head, a warning for her to keep them on mine. Time stands still as I trade between fucking my fingers into her tight cunt and sweeping my thumb over her clit, just before she’s about to come all over my hand, I pull it away.

Brinley whimpers and pouts with the loss of contact and I know that pout will be my downfall.

“Not yet. I want that cum dripping down my cock, little bird.”

I take her lip between my teeth, then release, watching as it pops back into place while I keep her hair in my hand as I unbuckle my jeans with the other. I free my hardened, leaking cock, and kiss her again.

Fuck. I could survive without food or water, but now that I’ve had them, I couldn’t survive without these fucking lips.

I slide my hands down Brinley’s thighs and lift her against the wall. She wraps her legs around my waist and slides my cock up and down against her dripping pussy. Her lips hug each of the barbells that run my length, her breathing accelerates with every single one. The sound drives me to the brink of insanity.

Never in my life have I gone bare with a woman, never in my life have I even thought about it. But with Brinley? I wouldn’t dream of putting anything between us. Something about burying my seed deep inside her cunt electrifies me.

“Condom…” she mutters as I continue to slide against her.

“No condom,” I say low. Her only response is a tiny whimper.

“You’re too big,” she says in a whisper

I smirk against her lips, just the feel of her against me like this… that feeling alone almost makes me come.

“Yes, I am… but you will fucking love it.”

I guide my cock to Brinley’s center, sliding through her slit to ready her as she moans and grips my shoulders. Her eyes meet mine as she moves her hips up. Just my tip slips into her, and we both suck in a breath as we stare at each other. For a few frozen seconds, our breathing syncs. I use my middle finger to circle her clit, begging her to accommodate me.

She moans, and all my willpower leaves me. I sheath myself in her tight, wet heat with one go, her walls practically strangling my cock, and she cries out as I fill her like she’s never been filled.

“Breathe,” I order, running my hands up her thighs, trying to calm her.

She does what I ask. I hear her inhale, her head falling against the wall as her legs quiver around me.

I force myself to breathe as I pull out and sink back into her perfect pussy. She’s so wet there’s no friction as her tight cunt swallows every barbell, every inch of me. I don’t fill her without immense effort. We both suck in a breath as I push myself deeper, bottoming out in her and I stay there.

“Fucking Christ, Brinley… Fuck,” I mutter into her hair as her tight, wet heat seizes my cock like a vice. She pulses around me as she adjusts to my size, panting, and pushing her perfect tits against my t-shirt. The unexpected urge to feel her naked skin on mine overwhelms me.

Dopamine flows through my veins as the high of her spreads like wildfire through my blood.

The beast in me bares its teeth, knowing without question that it’s finally about to be satisfied.