Don’t Stop

DON'T STOP

I 'd gone too far. Disobeying my father, my alpha , to teach Eve self-defence when she ran with a rival werewolf pack was one thing. Shifting with her was another. The rage that ignited in me at the sight of those purple bruises on her neck was a clear warning sign that I was in too deep. The thought of her psychotic ex-boyfriend letting any member of his pack lay a finger on Eve made me want to snap his neck. And that wasn't good. Not because she wasn't a Crescent wolf, but because she wasn't mine.

The forest gave way to a secluded beach as we sparred under the summer sun. Tension that had radiated from Eve the entire training session visibly melted away as she found freedom in her wolf form. She'd spoken a few times about how she found it difficult to accept her hybrid side. Maybe it was the salt air or coastal breeze, but a not so small part of me wanted it to be my company that put her at ease.

Her coat shone brighter in the daylight, a russet brown fading lighter towards her muzzle, chest and forelegs. Did this remind her of the night we first met? When I'd rescued her from the park in Dublin? The night she found out she was a hybrid werewolf. It wasn't just her life that changed that night.

I was too lost in my thoughts to sense Eve advancing. She leapt on me from behind, two paws planted firmly on my back, sending me to the ground. I hit the sand face first, sending a spray of saltwater into the air. Payback for the many times I'd dunked her in the shallow rock pools lining the beach.

She howled in triumph before speeding away. I scrambled to my feet, shook myself off, and raced after her. It didn't take me long to catch up. One powerful kick off my haunches and I pounced with perfect precision. She twisted in the air, landing on her back with a gentle thud on the damp sand neared the waves rolling in. I stood over her, one paw braced against her shoulder and my jaws around her throat in a clear request for submission. She stilled, but the moment I released her throat, the brat braced her hind legs against my stomach and flipped us.

Before I could turn the tables once more, a shout echoed in the distance and I froze. Humans. Their scent carried on the wind from further down the beach. I counted at least two. We were in our wolf forms. Exposure to the human world was punishable by exile, or worse.

The surrounding air shimmered as we both shifted back into our human forms to avoid being seen, leaving us in a position that had me struggling to find the line we had been walking so precariously.

Eve's pale knees sank into the wet sand on either side of my hips where she straddled me, both of us completely naked. I was all too aware of the warmth of her skin under my hands that were gripping her waist. Adrenaline pounded in my veins as our eyes locked. The freckles covering the bridge of her nose were the perfect complement to the blush colouring her cheeks. And those eyes. Fuck. Sparkling ocean blues that robbed me of the ability to breathe.

She turned her head towards the voices as they grew louder, breaking the spell between us. Her movement exposed the sight of the bruises to me once more. Blue-purple marks marred her perfect skin in the shape of fingerprints she swore her ex didn't cause. An ice cold dose of reality and reminder of the consequences of being here with her like this. The silhouette of a couple walking along the coast and what smelled like a Golden Retriever appeared in the distance.

"We should go." I ground the words out, desperately trying to do the right thing, when all I could focus on was how close her mouth was to mine. How many times had I fantasised about kissing her during training sessions?

Her brow creased, her focus still in the direction of our interruption. The humans were too far away to have spotted us as wolves, but being caught in a compromising position would also cause us problems. Having humans on his payroll was not something I could put past Eve's ex. He'd follow her to the ends of the earth for all the wrong reasons.

"Eve." I flexed my fingers, trying so hard to resist tracing circles over her stomach or drop my gaze to her breasts. My dick hadn't got the memo that I was trying to be a gentleman, but having a beautiful, naked woman kneeling over me was a test I was destined to fail. My resolve wasn't just chipping away, she was scorching a path through it like hellfire. Especially when the sunlight shining through wisps of cloud reflected in her hair like starlight. "Please."

I wasn't sure if my strangled words were a plea or a prayer, but Eve finally moved. Instead of crushing her lips against mine like I wanted so badly, she braced her hands above my head and pushed herself up.

There was nothing gentlemanly about the way my hungry stare drank in the sight of her body as we scrambled to our feet. Everything from the curve of her small breasts to the way her thighs had grown thicker from all our training was perfection.

My only saving grace from damnation was the interruption of one of the humans who recalled their dog as they grew closer.

"This way." I took Eve's hand, setting my sights on the forest skyline visible beyond the sand dunes lining the beach.

I poured every ounce of restraint into getting us back to the safety of the private area of land we had been training on. Eve followed without question behind me until sand and coarse grass gave way to rich earth beneath our feet as we entered the thicket of trees lining the forest edge. Another line we shouldn't have crossed.

"Luke," Eve began, tugging on my hand as she slowed behind me. "Wait. Where are we going?"

The sun disappeared from view beneath the leafy canopy above us as I led us deeper into the forest, back towards where we'd been training. Back where our clothes had been discarded, along with my common sense.

I frowned, only turning to face her when she pulled me to a complete stop. "To get your stuff?"

"And then?" She pulled her hand free from my grip, huffing a sigh of frustration when I didn't resist.

But fuck did I want to.

"Then you go back to the Faolchúnna pack and lie low until I find some answers." I scanned her face, expecting to see that all too familiar expression of fear creasing her pretty features. She was always so scared of Ryan, her ex's pack, consequences. And so when I found her eyes narrowed and flashing with anger, her reaction threw me off kilter.

"No." She crossed her arms, immediately tearing my attention away from her face.

I swallowed hard, my brain struggling to keep up. "No?"

"I'm not going back there. Not like this."

Fiery defiance flashed in her eyes as she stood her ground. I closed the small distance between us in one stride and then another as she back tracked until her back met a moss covered tree trunk. Her breathing hitched, and I braced my hand above her head, leaning in as I caged her in completely.

"Tell me to whisk you away from all of this and I will in a heartbeat," I promised, my fingertips digging into the bark above us so hard the wood began to splinter along with my self-control.

She opened her mouth as if to argue, but snapped it shut again as a low growl rattled in my chest.

"I would love nothing more than to say you didn't have to go back. To throw you over my shoulder caveman-style and say you're in my pack now. To say fuck your ex and his wolf pack's schemes. But we both know you won't let me." I traced my fingertips over the bruises on her throat, my voice dropping low as I leaned in. My lips were a bare whisper from hers. The way she tilted her head in response to my touch frayed the last threads of my resolve. "I'm sick of doing this dance, Eve. I've held back the whole time, doing everything within my power to make sure you're safe without crossing a line that could cause us both trouble."

She looked away, tugging her lower lip between her teeth in the same way she always did when she was anxious. Her hands remained by her side, fingers chipping at the bark as if she needed to distract them. "I need to see this through."

"No, you could leave. But you value the lives of others above your own, and while admirable, sometimes that drives me fucking insane." I cupped her jaw in my hand, forcing her to look up at me and face the truth. "My priority is you."

"It shouldn't be." Her voice was barely a whisper.

"Why? Because no one ever puts you first? Because you're so used to begging for the bare minimum you think that's all you deserve? You don't belong there. You don't belong with him ."

She didn't deny it. She couldn't. I could see the silver of my eyes reflected in my own before her gaze slid to my lips. Bark splintered above her head, my claws leaving crescent shaped holes in the wood as I fought to keep my control.

"You're gonna have to let me in there." I trailed my finger along her cheek before tapping her temple lightly. "I'm not a mind reader. Tell me what you need, Eve."

She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, the way I'd taught her to centre her mind. My heart thundered as she pressed her palm to the bare skin there, warmth radiating from her touch that sent a chill down my spine. "I hate having to return to the manor, but this is something I need to finish. Once I uncover the truth, I'll leave for good and never look back."

"But?" I filled the silence when she paused, conscious that I had leaned in so closely now that her lips were inches from mine. I wasn't sure what I was waiting for. Permission to break the rules and risk causing a pack war, to let myself feel something I'd been denying ever since the night we met?

"But…" Her attention slipped to my lips, and then lower. Despite her flushed cheeks and shy smile, her tone was certain when she finally looked up at me from under her lashes. "I want to walk back in there knowing the last man who touched me wasn't him."

She didn't wait for my response. The little wolf I'd witnessed grow in confidence took charge. Mischief sparkled in her eyes as she leaned up and pressed her lips to mine in a kiss that sealed her request, and our fates.

What began as a tentative kiss, allowing her time as I gently traced her jaw with my fingertips, quickly descended into a hunger that I refused to deny any longer. I slid my hand to the nape of her neck, tangling my fingers in her hair there and pulling her into me as I deepened the kiss and pulled her body flush against mine.

The way her back arched and she wound her arms around my neck to draw me closer only spurred me on as I parted her lips with my tongue. I traced my free hand down her collarbone, my touch light as I moved to cup her breast. The moan that escaped her emptied all thoughts and worries from my mind until there was only her.

If we'd been clothed, I'd have enjoyed unwrapping her like a fucking gift piece by piece. Nothing separated us, the desire that had been building between us finally unleashed.

The bite of her nails against my shoulder as I pinched her nipple and she dug her fingers into my skin, was fuel to my fire. I broke our kiss only to draw her lower lip between my teeth, anything to elicit another delicious gasp from her.

"There's no going back," I murmured against her neck as I trailed kisses down to her collarbone, tracing lazy circles across the soft skin of her stomach. "You know that, right?"

I brushed my fingertips over her hip before dragging my nails up her inner thigh. A low growl of approval rumbled in my throat at the way she parted her legs for me.

"I know. I don't want to, I want this." She met my gaze, her voice breathy and her eyes hooded with desire. "I want you."

Her wish was my command.

"I can tell." I growled as her head fell back to expose her throat to me and slipped my hand between her thighs. She was dripping wet, and her chest heaved as I circled her sensitive clit with my fingertips.

I leaned in to claim her lips with a hungry kiss at the same time as I dragged my finger along the entrance of her soaked pussy before sliding it inside. Her grip around my neck tightened as I added another, my smile widening at her muffled moans and the way her body arched against mine with each stroke of my fingers.

The clench of her pussy around my fingers as I added pressure to her clit with my thumb was quickly going to become an addiction. I curled my fingers to hit that sensitive spot deep inside her, breaking our kiss so I could hear her ragged breaths.

Eve's eyelids fluttered closed as I fucked her pussy with my fingers, my hard cock pressing against her hip as I kissed my way down the body I'd been fantasising about touching for months. Her hands slid over my chest, leaving goosebumps in the wake of her touch as I lowered myself to the ground. The bite of small twigs into my skin was a small price to pay as I knelt before her and paused to watch the way she ground her hips against my hand. Everything from the way her mouth fell open with each noise of pleasure, the pink flush of her chest, was perfection.

"Wait." Her eyes snapped open, her breathing uneven and panic lacing her words. "You don't have to—"

I stopped immediately and withdrew my fingers. "What's wrong?"

"You don't have to go down on me." Her cheeks flushed, her tone heavy with something that caught me completely off guard. Shame.

A fresh wave of anger rose in me as I realised what she meant. Did that motherfucker never eat her out? What did he do to make this woman think I would pause on my knees for any other reason than to admire her?

A burning desire to show her exactly how much it was my pleasure to be in this position replaced my rage.

"I don't have to do anything, but there's an extensive list of things I've wanted to do to you." I smirked as her mouth popped open in shock, running my hands along her inner thighs. She spread her legs for me, her throat bobbing when I hooked her left knee over my shoulder. "I believe making you come on my tongue made the top ten on that list. May I?"

Her cheeks heated again, this time for a more beautiful reason, and she nodded.

I kissed my way up her thigh, waiting until her breathing grew calmer and her hand moved to the back of my head. It was my turn to groan as I leaned in to drag my tongue along her soaked pussy. I couldn't decide which was better, the taste of her as I tortured her clit with my tongue, or the moans of pleasure that echoed in the forest clearing. I drank in the way her body reacted, how her thighs clamped around my head as I traced the alphabet on her clit. I added two fingers, slowly pumping them in and out until she was a panting, grinding mess on my tongue. Then I hooked my fingers against that sweet spot inside her pussy to send her hurtling over the edge.

Eve cried out and my dick twitched in response as she came apart for me. Not once, but twice, and the only thing that stopped me from tasting her cum a third time was my need to claim her entirely.

I unhooked her leg from my shoulder, guiding us to the forest floor. Her legs were still shaking as I positioned her so she straddled my waist, the head of my throbbing cock pressed against her soaked entrance.

"Tell me you want this, Eve. All of it," I murmured, my lips brushing against hers as I dug my nails into her hips in an effort to hold back.

Her voice dropped to a husky whisper as she rocked her hips, grinding her wet pussy against the head of my cock in answer. "Please."

The way her body arched to accommodate me as I lowered her onto my cock was going to become one of my favourite things. I was doomed, and this girl was a sin I'd repeat for a lifetime.