“Fulfilling a fantasy.”
She hadn't realized it, but he was looming over her, crowding in so close she was forced to walk backwards. She sucked in a sharp breath of air when his hand moved onto her hip. The air conditioning had turned off sometime while she'd been out, making the air heavy and warm. She'd kicked off her yoga pants in her sleep, leaving her in only a small t-shirt and her panties.
“I never fantasized about having sex in my parents' house while my mom was sleeping downstairs,” she hissed. The back of her legs hit her bed and Wulf's chest was pressed against her front.
“Wait – you've never had sex in here?”
“No! What kind of girl did you think I was back then!?”
“You were a sexy seventeen year old girl at one point in time, so I assumed you'd had sex in here.”
“Well, you assumed wrong. I was a good girl, I couldn't do something like that in my parents' house,” she informed him. His head dropped down and she gasped when he sucked at the sensitive skin where her neck met her shoulder.
“Hmmm, then I must've been a bad boy, because I never once thought it was wrong when I did it at my house.”
“Not shocked.”
“What if I had snuck in back then?”
“Huh?”
“If I had crawled through your window when you were seventeen, would you have been a bad girl for me?”
“I would've been creeped the fuck out – you would've been twenty-three.”
“Smart ass. You know what I mean.”
She did, but she didn't want to give him that sort of power over her. He already had so much. But as his teeth clamped down on the side of her neck, and his hand fisted in the material of her t-shirt, she couldn't resist him.
Like always.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Yes what?”
“I would have been a very, very, bad girl for you.”
He shoved her abruptly, forcing her to fall onto her mattress. He was on top of her in an instant, and the usual Wulf – the slow, torturous, methodical lover – was nowhere in sight. His knee drove up between her legs, forcing them wide apart as he settled in between them, and he let his hands wander anywhere they damn pleased.
“Prove it.”
She gasped into his mouth, moaning softly as his hands pressed down hard over her breasts. She knew she had to keep in mind that they weren't alone in the house – she would not embarrass her mother, not even for Wulf. But she also couldn't possibly stop what was happening, not anymore. She sucked her lips between her teeth and bit down.
“Ooohhh, silly girl, think you can keep quiet with me?” Wulf chuckled, as if she had challenged him.
“Wulf,” she whispered. “You don't understand, I can't -”
Another moan cut her off, and her eyes rolled back in her head as his hand dove into her panties. She felt his tongue, flat and warm on her collarbone, and he licked a path clear to the back of her ear.
“Did you fantasize about this?” he breathed, then bit down on her ear lobe.
“God, yes.”
“Me tasting you, touching you?”
“Kissing me. All the time.”
His tongue was in her mouth, smooth and warm. She could taste brandy on him, and something smoky. Dark. She mewled against his lips and dragged her nails down his chest.
“What else?” he asked at the same as he slipped two fingers inside her.
“God, I don't know, I don't know,” she cried out, scratching at his arm. Holding onto his wrist.
“Tell me, so I can make this as authentic as possible.”
Something about that line struck her as odd. Was it not authentic already? He was taking her teenage sex fantasy very literally, it seemed. Then he started sucking on her nipple through her shirt and she forgot her own name.
“Wulf,” she was able to remember his name and she said it on an exhale as she tried to catch her breath.
“Tell me what you want, Katya,” he growled, his fingers moving double time.
“I want … I want ...” she didn't know how to articulate her thoughts around him. Didn't know how to express exactly what she wanted. Words came easily for Liam, but Wulf always managed to chase them away.
“Say it.”
“I can't.”
He pulled away abruptly, and she cried out at the loss. Then he was grabbing her t-shirt again and he yanked hard, jerking her up off the bed. She stayed limp, her weight being held up by his grip on the fabric. He was staring down at her, almost looking a little angry. It was hard to tell in the ethereal glow from the pool. She stared right back, refusing to be scared of him.
Yeah, right, good luck with that.
“Tell me what you want from me.”
The moment had gone from intense to surreal. Everything was quiet again, just like their first time together in the bar. Only instead of everything catching fire and turning gold, the entire room was coated in silver and blue, washing over them both. She took a deep breath.
“I want you to let go,” she breathed. “I want you to feel free when we're together.”
Something broke. Electricity crackled in the air, but before she could contemplate where it was coming from, he dropped her. Before she'd even settled on the mattress he was gripping her shirt again, but this time at the neck line, and with both hands. She let out a shout as the material pulled tight, then ripped in half. He tore it right down the middle.
When Wulf let go, apparently, he really fucking let go. There was clawing and tearing. Movement that would leave marks. It was amazing. While she pushed and pulled to get his shirt off, her panties disappeared in a similar manner to her shirt. She had just gotten his belt undone when he grabbed her by the wrists. She cried out again as her arms were pinned above her head.
“Turn around.”
Before he'd even finished speaking, she'd rolled onto her stomach. Her body always heeded Wulf's commands. Remembering her lessons from the strip-aerobics class, she drove her knees into the mattress, forcing her ass high in the air while leaving her upper half flat on the mattress. She stretched her arms out and pushed against her headboard.
When she felt the first slap, she was a little shocked. The second one was harder, earning a moan from her. She braced herself for a third, but it never came. Instead, his hand fluttered up between her thighs, his thumb was swimming in the wetness he'd created.
“Are you so eager when you're with the other guy?”
He could've spanked her, whipped her, put a ball-gag on her, and she would've been less shocked. He was asking about Liam, again. Something he never did, and now he'd done it twice in as many days. God, was he jealous? Threatened? When they were having sex, Katya could barely even remember her own identity, let alone anyone else's. Wulf had absolutely zero to worry about.
“Jealous?”
“Curious. Do you get this wet for him?”
His thumb was replaced with his dick and she gave a full body shudder. She tried to push back against his intrusion, tried to take him deeper, but he gripped her hips and held her in place. It took her a moment to realize he was waiting for an answer.