Chapter 24
Adrian Valehart
I couldn’t believe it.
What was she doing.
What I was feeling.
I had come there to apologize.
It was supposed to be simple. Direct. No bullshit.
But now…
I was on all fours.
Literally.
For her.
And no matter how loud my brain screamed at me to get up, to walk away…
My body wouldn’t listen.
My legs were heavy.
My hands were shaking.
My breathing—completely wrecked.
And my eyes...
Fuck.
My eyes were glued to that fucking pair of panties.
That tiny, sinful piece of fabric...
soaked.
Dripping.
Right there.
So close to my face, I could smell her heat.
And everything in me—every instinct, every dark craving—wanted it.
I wanted to bury myself there.
Shove my shame, my pride, my logic—everything—between her thighs.
It was humiliating.
It was insane.
But fuck, it was intoxicating.
Still...
“Damn...” I groaned, fists clenched against the floor.
I was really losing my mind.
And then it hit me.
This wasn’t just lust.
It was her.
That half-blood.
That woman who smelled like a wolf is still asleep inside herself…
She was mine.
My mate.
And the worst part?
She had no idea.
But my wolf—
That savage, cursed bastard inside me—he knew.
From the first touch.
From the first scent.
From the fucking moment I laid eyes on her.
He knew.
And now he was howling inside me.
“Claim her. Make her yours.”
He wanted out.
Wanted to rip through my skin and take over.
To devour her.
I wanted to spread those legs wide.
Grip her by the hips.
And bury my face between them until she forgot her own fucking name.
And then?
I’d flip her over.
Tear every inch of fabric between us.
And fuck her so deep, so hard...
She’d never look at another man again.
But I couldn’t.
I fucking couldn’t.
It was madness.
She didn’t even know what she was—
The blood burning in her veins.
And still…
She was there.
Wearing that goddamn heat like a weapon.
Teasing me—without even knowing it.
I was falling apart.
Every whisper from her lips.
Every time her tongue dragged over them...
Made me want to crawl.
Submit.
Break.
It was wrong.
But it was inevitable.
I tried—Gods, I tried—to hold myself back.
And she saw it.
She fucking saw it.
Then her hand slid down—
To the edge of those panties.
Those fingers—slender, deliberate, slow.
Pulling. Revealing.
My throat went dry.
My mouth flooded.
My tongue twitched.
My eyes tracked every inch of the reveal like my life depended on it.
And in that moment,
I was no longer a billionaire CEO.
I was just a beast.
A fucking wolf on the edge of breaking the world—
ready to do anything…
Just to taste her.
She looked down at me, as if she could hear my thoughts.
And then she said it.
"Want to show me how sorry you are?" She whispered, that voice wrapping around my neck like a leash.
"Then start by licking."
Every inch of my skin broke out in shivers.
And my cock—
It throbbed so hard I thought my pants might tear apart.
I swallowed hard.
But my body had stopped listening to reason.
She spread her legs wider, sliding her panties aside completely.
And I knew.
The wolf inside me took over.
Fuck it…
That was all I could think.
And I went.
On all fours.
Like a starving fucking dog.
Every move made my muscles strain tighter.
The floor blurred beneath me.
My eyes locked on her.
She was it.
The only point of focus.
The only desire that existed.
That soaked pussy on full display.
That intoxicating scent that drugged my senses.
That damn voice that wrapped around my brain like chains.
"She’s mine… all mine."
I was crawling toward her, ready to feast.
To drown in the taste I’d been craving since last night.
To bury my mouth between her thighs and lose myself completely.
But then—
"Stop."
Her voice cut through me. Cold. Commanding.
I froze.
Body stiff.
Heart pounding.
'What… why?'
She didn’t move.
Her gaze was sharp. Cruel. Delicious.
Those eyes gleamed with power and hunger.
And then she spoke.
"Say it, Adrian."
Her voice was low and lethal.
"Tell me what you want. Beg for it."
She pulled her panties even further aside, nearly tearing them.
"Beg to taste me... and I might let you."
My cock throbbed — so hard it hurt.
God...
I wanted that.
That soaked, needy pussy begging to feel the heat of my tongue.
I stared at her. Unblinking.
My mouth watered. My breath turned heavy.
She knew exactly what she was doing to me.
And she wanted me desperate.
Her fingers slipped between her folds, spreading them slowly — deliberately — teasingly.
She opened herself wide with two fingers, showing me everything.
On purpose.
To break the last piece of control I had left.
That view?
Destroyed me.
Then she dropped it.
"I’m getting tired of waiting."
And I gave in to her game — completely.
"Please..."
My voice was rough, torn.
"Let me taste you."
"Let me feel your flavor on my tongue. I..."
My tongue wet my lips on its own.
"I’m begging you. Give her to me."