Two kisses. They were incredible.
She didn’t want them to stop. Her mouth tingled from the touch.
“Who is it?” he asked.
“Sir, your five o’clock is here.”
Misha licked her lips and knew their time had come to an end.
“I’ll be right there,” Decker said. He turned his gaze to hers. His lips looked swollen from their kisses. “Do not allow a man to touch what belongs to me,” he said.
“You won’t take me, Decker.”
He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close. She felt the hard ridge of his cock as it pressed against her stomach. “You’re mine, Misha. Don’t ever fucking forget it. Get some shoes on.” Decker let her go, and she watched him leave.
Who the hell did he think he was ordering her around? She folded her arms even as her body wanted nothing more than to drag him back and to finish what he started.
****
Two kisses.
Two moments of weakness.
Decker paced his living room, running a hand across his face, trying to clear his thoughts, but all he kept seeing was Misha. All he felt in his arms was Misha. His cock was hard as fucking rock. Pre-cum leaked out the tip.
The urge to mate with her was strong. Stronger than it ever had been before.
He needed her. The desire to feel her pussy wrapped around his dick was unimaginable.
He tightened his hands into fists, trying to think of anything and everything. At first, he imagined sheep just walking across a fence, attempting to count them. That didn’t distract him. This wasn’t good.
His control kept Misha safe. She didn’t deserve this life.
Raising his fist, he slammed it into the nearest door, which was no match for his strength as it went straight through.
“Fuck!”
He’d never been this … desperate before.
Those kisses had awakened his need for her. It had always been there, lingering beneath the surface, threatening to spill out.
This was a nightmare.
Gripping the doorframe, he heard the sound of the wood splintering beneath his touch.
In and out. He attempted deep breaths.
Nothing worked. There was nothing to calm this storm rioting within him.
Within seconds, he was out of his house, and before he even realized what was happening, he was halfway across town, going straight to Misha’s apartment. Only, as he stopped a few feet from her place, he inhaled deeply and realized she wasn’t home. Her scent was stronger, going into the forest.
He knew he had to be careful with the way he acted because of the humans close by, but at that second, he didn’t give a shit who saw him. No one stopped him as he advanced toward the forest.
He should tell her that he’d been watching her from afar for a long time. When it came to Misha, he was never too far. Rejecting her was the hardest thing he’d ever done.
Instead of hiding, he stepped out and came face to face with her. Decker noted her hands clenched into fists. Rarely did Misha show any violent tendencies, but it would seem he inspired the response.
“You do realize humans are close?” he asked. “You haven’t forgotten they’re in town? If anything is suspicious to them, it could bring danger to the entire pack.”
“Ugh, you’re so frustrating. I’m not dancing around naked or anything. I’m simply enjoying a nighttime stroll. Why do you have to be so annoying?”
“No one goes out for a stroll with no shoes on their feet.” He pointed at the ground. “And acting like a crazy person.”