Page 81 of Wanted

One time after a rainstorm, a rainbow appeared and Ashley sat on our porch for an hour just staring at it. She refused to budge even after our mother scolded her and put her on punishment for going outside in her polka dot pajamas.

That memory reminds me of how I, too, got on Ashley’s case for not listening to our mother.

“She just wants the best for us. Why can’t you listen?”I asked her with all of the impatience of a typical thirteen-year-old.

“But it’s just so pretty. I had to look at it,”she replied with wide, bright eyes.

At the time, I sucked my teeth and rolled my eyes at my seemingly disobedient sister.

Now, a pang of guilt rushes through me. She just wanted to enjoy the colors of the rainbow. A similar longing is what I see on Chance’s profile as he stares out at the rain.

There’s an innocence there that puts me in the mind of a young child. And longing…for something.

Before I can make sense of it, there’s a pull over me that draws me to him. As I appear in front of him, he doesn’t seem surprised or stunned by my presence. He simply opens his arms.

It’s as natural as breathing when I melt against his strong chest. Chance wraps his arms around me, holding me to his body. The sigh that falls from my lips is unintentional, but expresses the relief I feel in his embrace, more than words ever could.

That part of me that’s always felt like it wanted—no needed—to break free, the part that I always felt as if I had to tame, goes quiet. It stills and is replaced with warm tenderness.

That feeling doesn’t last long, though.

Soon, the warmth turns to a burning need. I start to question it before Chance pulls back and looks down at me.

He inhales deeply, sniffing the air. “You need me,” he says.

I want to question how he knows. Can he smell me? My desire for him erupted in the core of my belly, out of nowhere.

But then he says something I never knew I needed to hear.

“I need you too.”

And just like that, his lips capture mine.

Chance

Mate! Mate! Mate!

My fucking wolf chants the word over and over again like a damn mantra, as I kiss Emery. I press her back against the doorframe, claiming her mouth the way she was made for me.

I knew she was standing there, watching me from the moment she exited the bedroom. I came out here to start cooking dinner while she was in the shower. After taking her multiple times in the cave, I knew she would need to eat.

But I got sidetracked when I decided to check on the storm. The wind, thunder, and lightning passed over us, but the rain remained. My senses told me the rain would last for at least a few more hours. I don’t know what the hell came over me, as I watched the downpour, admiring the gray-almost black, thick clouds.

But as I press Emery against the doorframe, my lips taking hers, it’s not rain or clouds that consumes my every thought.

Her lips move as I pull back. Looking down at them, I see that she’s saying my name. My cock hardens until pain lances through my body from the entrapment of my erection in my jeans.

Emery gasps as I pick her up with one arm, forcing her to wrap her legs around my waist. I pivot and then kick the door closed behind us before striding to the bedroom.

I came out here to give her a break, but my wolf instincts take over with the need to claim her once again. I don’t even make it to the bedroom. Instead, I carry her to the couch in the living room. Emery’s body melts against mine, as I lay her down against the couch and cover her body with mine. Though I remain mindful of not putting my entire weight on her.

Emery, however, isn’t as conscientious of the fact that I’m likely double her weight. She keeps her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me to her with a need that’s identical to my own.

First, her shirt disappears, followed by the lace bra she must’ve put on after her shower. Her beautiful brown nipples sit up high, begging for me to taste them.

I greedily oblige, covering one of her breasts with my mouth while squeezing the other nipple. Emery’s back arches and a shiver runs through her. With my mouth still around her breast, my tongue circling her nipple, I slide my hand up her chest to cup her neck. The vibrations I feel there tell me she’s moaning out loud.

My cock practically hammers against the zipper of my pants, begging to be let free.