Beautiful Moves(Shifting Steel Book 3)(19)

       
           



       

You got lucky this time.

The thought of what could've happened wrenched another sob from her.  Ella choked, she cried so hard. Wright whined piteously next to her on  the bed.

"I'll be okay puppy." Ella tried to soothe him, but she wasn't even able to soothe herself.

Ella hit shuffle on her iPod. She had to drowned out her misery. It was  making her sick. She couldn't handle it if Wolf was sitting in his  apartment listening to her bawling, wondering what kind of a nutcase she  was.

"Oh god you're pathetic," Ella whimpered as Adele's ‘Hello' was followed  by Bob Segar's ‘We've Got Tonight.' Her taste in music was downright  depressing. By the second verse Ella couldn't breathe through her nose,  as she cried into her pillow.

"That's an awfully sad song, Princess."

Ella shrieked in shock, nearly knocking the nightstand over with her outburst.

Wolf stood propped against her bedroom door, staring at her with a grim expression.

"How did you get in here?" Ella struggled to sit up.

"How do you think? I own the place."

"You need to leave."

"I don't think so, Princess. We've got a few things to discuss. The  question is, are you going to talk to me, or try to run off again?"

"There's nothing to talk about. This was a bad idea." Ella gestured from herself to him.

"Is that your final answer?"

"Dammit, Wolf. You don't understand," Ella yelled. He was being so damn stubborn.

Wolf was by her side in a blink of an eye. He gripped her around the  waist and tossed her over his shoulder, before she knew what was  happening.

"What the hell are you doing? Put me down." Ella struggled to get free,  but the iron band of his arm clamped tight around her thighs.

"No more hiding, Ella," Wolf growled, as he slapped her behind.

Ella's mouth flew open. Did he seriously just spank me?

Wolf walked out of her apartment, ignoring Wright's incessant barking.  By the time he entered his apartment, and dropped her on his bed, Ella  was past her initial shock. Before she could scramble off his bed, Wolf  pulled off his belt and shoved her back down on the mattress. He grabbed  both of her wrists and bound them to the metal frame of the headboard.

"How dare you," Ella screeched indignantly, as Wolf straddled her. "You overbearing son of a bitch." She thrashed beneath him."

"Such colorful language." Wolf cast her that sardonic smirk that had her blood pressure soaring higher.

Ella glared up at him. She had every right to cuss. He tied her up. It  was either that or she feared she'd lash out in other more dangerous  ways. Wolf was testing the bounds of her patience.

"We've all got secrets, Princess. But there comes a time when we have to  let those secrets go. This is that time." Wolf's voice was inhumanly  deep as he spoke to her.

He was pissed at her for running off. Ella couldn't blame him. She was beyond disappointed in herself.

"Let me go, before I accidently hurt you." Ella tried desperately to reason with him, as she attempted to free her arms.

"You've got two options, since you refuse to listen to what I'm saying.  You can get yourself free, or you can trust what I'm telling you, that  you can't hurt me. Either way the bullshit ends tonight. You've met your  match, Princess."

Ella stilled as Wolf grabbed one of her boots and pulled it off,  followed by the other. He then tore open the fly on her jeans and  started to tug them down her hips.

"What are you doing?" Ella gasped, as Wolf's fingers hooked her panties, inching them down along with her jeans.

"You're a smart girl. I think you can figure it out," Wolf rumbled, his hungry gaze drifted from her face to her exposed mound.

Wolf knew she was hiding something. He was pushing her to use her gift  to free her wrists, or he'd play with her body until she unleashed a  kinetic burst in the wake of another cataclysmic orgasm. Either way Wolf  was cornering her, forcing her to reveal her deepest secret.

Wolf grabbed Ella's ankle, bending her knees. She kept her thighs  clamped shut. Ella had never been so intimately exposed. It was  unnerving. Her cheeks heated at the knowledge, Wolf had a clear view of  her behind.

"Open up for me, Ella." His words could be interpreted two ways.

"I can't," Ella gasped from the dueling sensations of embarrassment and  building ardor. "I can't," she whispered again with a shake of her head.

The rough, frustrated man who tied her up, receded. The wild glint in  his eyes softened as he looked at her. Wolf leaned in and placed open  mouth kisses on her left ankle, slowly working up her calf. His  calloused hands were so tender as he caressed her thighs, while both her  legs draped over his arm.                       
       
           



       

"You are so beautiful. You have nothing to be ashamed of." His hot breath tickled her knee.

It was hard to believe, when Ella didn't even know what manner of  creature looked back at her in the mirror every morning. She didn't know  who she was, but she knew she was dangerous.

Wolf withdrew, seeing how unsure Ella was, and stretched out beside her.  His hand drew large lazy circles over the tuft of her mound, then up  her stomach, slowly pushing her shirt past her bra.

He was deathly calm, even though the surfeit of energy pouring out of  Ella had everything in the room vibrating. Either Wolf didn't notice the  subtle stirring, or he was ignoring it. He was patient, as he goaded  her toward capitulation. There was no escaping him, and Ella wasn't sure  she wanted to.

"Wolf I've never … "

"I know beautiful."

Wolf leaned in and kissed her lips, running his tongue over the seam,  till she opened and let him in. Ella was so distracted by his  intoxicating kiss that she barely noticed when Wolf shredded her t-shirt  and bra, the two halves falling away from her body. Her bare breasts  heaved with each ragged breath that burst forth. Her nipples stood at  attention, begging to be touched.

Wolf ran his rough palm over her creamy mounds, grazing the sensitive  rosy tips. He squeezed, then rolled her stiff nipples, until Ella was  squirming from the delicious sensations that coursed through her. When  Wolf enveloped one eager nipple in his hot mouth, Ella shuddered.

The way Wolf laved and suckled her turgid nipples, sent shards of  pleasure coursing through her, aimed straight for her slick core. Ella's  attempt to control herself was rapidly failing in the wake of Wolf's  erotic assault

As his mouth worked magic on her breasts, his hand meandered lower. Wolf  gently stroked her cleft, his fingers easing between her sensitive  folds. Ella's back arched when Wolf grazed her swollen clit. A startled  cry pierced her lips.

"That's it, beautiful," Wolf husked as he pet her engorged flesh.

The acute sensation mounted when Wolf's thick finger delved into her  channel. Her pleasure spiraled further, as he pressed another finger  into her moist well, while rolling his thumb across her clit.

"Wolf," Ella begged, as she stiffened up, her inner walls clenching his  invading fingers. She was reaching that place that both excited and  frightened her at the same time.

Wolf retreated.

Ella sighed in relief, tinged with disappointment. Her eyes flew wide  when Wolf lifted his hand to his mouth and sucked the evidence of her  arousal off his fingers. He closed his eyes savoring her essence.

Ella felt like her sight was playing tricks on her. It looked like  something shifted behind Wolf's sublime expression. His nostrils flared  as he took several deep breaths. When Wolf opened his eyes again they  appeared to have an inner golden glow. Ella shivered at the intensity  reflected back at her. Wolf wanted her, just as deeply as she wanted  him. That knowledge struck a chord deep inside.

Wolf rose from the bed and tore off his shirt with an impatience that  surprised her. Ella watched in rapt attention as Wolf reached for his  fly and peeled his jeans open. The rogue wasn't wearing anything  beneath. His cock sprung free the moment he lowered the denim past his  waist.

Ella's breathing increased. The sight of Wolf sent twinges of need  coursing straight to her core, making her ache. At the same time, a  frisson of trepidation needled her. Wolf wasn't a small man. He was  thick and long, with a broad crown. The bed dipped as Wolf knelt beside  her.

"Ella, Princess, I'm holding on by a thread." His lips descended to kiss  the depression where her hip met her belly. "Forget everything else and  tell me, beautiful, do you want me?" Wolf's voice was so thick with  passion it came out a rumbling growl. The primal sound called to her.

"Yes," Ella nodded trying not to let all her fears and worries intrude.

"Then hold onto me."

Wolf reached up and untied her wrists, as he bracketed her with his strong arms.