ALL THE RAGE (writer: T.M. Frazier)(48)

“No.” I shook my head, breathing hard. “No, I just zoned out.”

“Zoned out?” Nolan whispered, his anger slowly dissipating.

“I got lost in my mind somewhere. Didn’t come back until it was over,” I admitted. “I assume we did. He didn’t say otherwise.”

“When I f*ck you, you will know when,” he lowered his fingers inside my panties. “How hard.” Lower still. “How long.” He glided two fingertips over my clit. I writhed under his touch, trying to coax him lower to where the pulsing was so prominent, it was guiding my every move, my every thought. “I promise you’ll never forget what it feels like to come around my cock.” He reached even lower, hissing through his teeth when he found the pulsing heat between my legs. I rocked forward, searching for more contact. When he circled my * lips, coating his fingers in my wetness, I shuddered, a bolt of pleasure shot straight through to my nipples and to the place where Nolan was expertly working his hand.

A pulling sensation started in my lower stomach. A stretching type feeling, an expansion and contraction happened each time he completed a slow torturous rotation with his fingers.

“Tell me,” Nolan said, sweat beading on his forehead. “Were you sore? Did you bleed?” Nolan paused and looked as if he was contemplating something, but after a beat, he shook it off. “Did anything leak from you?” He pushed the tip of a finger inside of me and my inner muscles clenched around him.

“Ahhhh. No. It was…it was on my leg. My…my thigh.”

Nolan’s nostrils flared. “I’ll murder that motherf*cker for taking advantage of you while you were practically unconscious.”

I didn’t correct Nolan. Didn’t remind him that I was zoned out, not unconscious. Because just then, the new reality of our situation really sank in.

Nolan. MY Nolan, was a Wolf Warrior. That fact became all too clear when there was nothing about the way he’d threatened to murder Cody that would make me doubt just how serious he was.

It confused me. It left me with a million questions.

It turned me on.

My spine tingled with heat. It wasn’t anger. This different kind of heat radiated through my body and floated across my skin.

“It was a long time ago,” I croaked, the deep voice that spoke barely sounded like my own.

Nolan removed his hands from my panties and lifted me off the door. He spun me around and tossed me onto the bed. “What about before him? After? Have you come for anyone besides yourself?”

“No. Not even myself.”

Nolan sucked in a breath. “How is that possible?”

“I told you, I’m not normal.”

“No, you’re not. ’Cause if I were you, I wouldn’t be able to take my hands off myself.” His eyelids were low and heavy as he gazed down at my body. “You’ve never come before.” It was a statement. Not a question.

I shook my head.

Nolan ran his hand down his face. “Fuck, Rage. I’m about to blow just from thinking about making you come for the first time. Doesn’t matter if I’m the first one inside you. I just want you.” His eyes never left mine as he unbuckled his belt and pushed down his jeans, kicking them off. “But I guess there’s only one way to find out for sure.” His thick cock sprang free, the head dark and purple, bobbing up and down as he walked over to the side of the bed. He stroked his cock from the base of his shaft to the tip, just once. He reached down and slid both his hands up the outside of my thighs, setting my skin ablaze. Dipping his fingers inside my panties, he slid them off my legs. His gaze was hungry as he zoned in on the place between my legs now exposed to him. He sucked his plump bottom lip and released it, now wet and shiny. His cock pulsed and he stroked it again.

My dress was now more of a belt, wrapped in a thin stretch of fabric right above my belly button and below my breasts. He pushed down on the inside of my knee, spreading my legs wider. “God damn, baby. You’re f*cking dripping.”

There wasn’t a single part of me that wasn’t exposed to Nolan.

Except for the truth.

Which, after his own revelation, and after he answered some questions of my own, I knew I needed to tell him.

Everything.

A new sense of excitement was taking hold of me and not just because Nolan put one knee on the bed and then the other, crawling up my body. Slowly. Sliding his skin against my skin. Naked chest to naked chest. The feeling of him on top of me wasn’t something I expected to love, but there was something about the way he looked at me as he hovered over me that had me craning my neck in search of his lips.

When they connected, there was nothing slow about our kiss. We began to claw at one another. My hands roamed around his body, feeling and exploring his chest and shoulders, trailing down his abs like I’d wanted to do for weeks. He caressed my breasts, palming them in his large hands squeezing them. His cock warm and hard against my stomach as he ground against me.

Nolan’s mouth left mine. He moved down my body, licking and biting as he moved farther and farther south over my breasts and stomach. I practically leapt off the bed when he kissed the inside of my thigh. I groaned long and loud, my eyes rolling back in my head from a single touch.

It was pure torture.

Pure delicious torture.

He paused, hovering inches above my clit. My legs spread around his head, he pushed down on my thighs, opening me to him. He blew across my clit, igniting a jolt inside my core. The pulling sensation grew stronger and something was there, behind the feeling, something that needed to be released. “Holy f*ck,” he said, his voice deep and needy. “I can’t wait to see what you look like when I make you come for me.”