Page 32 of Wolf Roulette

“You could say that.” Sascha closed over my nipple, and a pleading noise I couldn’t recall ever making fell from my lips. I gripped his head with both hands, urging him on. He obliged, and the throbbing between my thighs mounted.

Bursting upward, I forced his mouth to mine again.

Nothingfelt like this.

“I want you,” I panted.

Picking me up without warning, he pressed me face-first against the wall and clamped his arm across my waist, pinning both arms. His other hand disappeared down the front of my splayed jumpsuit.

He circled my clit.

My head thumped back against his shoulder. “Oh—”

“You like that, beautiful wolf?” he whispered harshly in my hair. “Want more?”

I couldn’t touch him, but I could only move my hips slightly. “Yes.”

“Tell me what you want?”

The music was loud, but Grim would definitely hear outside the staff room door. I didn’t answer.

Sascha paused.

“Don’t stop.” Gravel entered my voice.

“Tell me then.”

“I want your hand on me.”

“Here?”

My legs nearly gave way as he pressed again.

He circled once. “Like this?”

“Please.”

“What about the other direction?” Sascha reversed his circle and my legsdidgive out. There was a smile in his voice as he held me up. “We have our answer.”

His fingers circled faster than humanly possible. It was too much for my mind to process. The jolting waves of pleasure stole away my reason. I writhed against his hand, undone.

He released my arms. I was beyond the point of using them, but my legs shook without his support. Sascha peeled away the jumpsuit from my shoulder and kissed my bared shoulder. His fingers were my only concern. The Luther didn’t skip a beat as he rested his teeth against my shoulder.

“Sascha,” I choked as my vision went white.

He guided me down to the ground.

Fuck.

Jolts of electricity ran through me and I rested my forehead against the wall as my limbs shook from the aftermath.

Double fuck.

My vision returned and I became aware of the coldness at my back. Forcing my arms to work, I pushed away from the wall and glanced over my shoulder.

Sascha was turned away, shoulders heaving.

“What’s wrong?” I blinked through the hot languidness that had settled in my body.