Ella

“You knew this was going to happen,” Ella sobbed as she fled to her bedroom. “You got careless, and selfish, and you almost hurt Wolf,” Ella berated herself.

Ella curled up on her bed and tried to hide, but she couldn’t stop thinking about the way Wolf was propelled back, or the shocked look on his face, when she lost control.

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.

Their mouths fused, and Ella wrapped her arms around his neck. She wanted desperately to hold onto Wolf, and not just in this moment. Her fingers tingled as they moved over his back. Wolf’s muscles rippled, living steel beneath warm flesh.

“Do you have any idea how it feels when you touch me?” Wolf groaned, as he leaned into her touch.

Ella felt the heat of his broad shaft as it pressed against her hip. Wolf lifted her knees and wrapped her legs around his waist as he insinuated his pelvis between her thighs. Ella panted hard, a wanton moan escaping when the underside of Wolf’s cock ran along her slick cleft, grinding into her clit. He slid back and forth, coating his shaft in the moisture the spilled from her eager pussy. They were nearing the point of no return.

“Wolf, I don’t want to hurt you.” Ella’s words came out broken.

“You won’t hurt me, Ella, and I’m going to do my damnedest not to hurt you,” he growled.

Ella felt the head of Wolf’s cock press at her entrance. His broad crown stretched the mouth of her pussy as he worked his way into her tight channel. Ella’s breath caught in her throat as the aching fullness increased incrementally. It was sweet agony.

“Aw fuck! Ella, you’re so damn tight,” Wolf moaned.

He slid back and Ella gasped at the feel of his retreat.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he groaned, then thrust forward, pushing past her resistance.

Ella threw her head back, a cry bursting forth as pain and pleasure coalesced. Her channel throbbed, echoing the pulse in Wolf’s cock, as he spread and stretched her slick walls. Ella gripped Wolf’s biceps, her nails digging in, as he burrowed impossibly deep.

“Yes, mark me,” he snarled into the crook of her neck.

Wolf pulled almost entirely out, only to press back in. Ella felt him deeper than before. He pushed at the recesses of her pussy. His thick crown abraded her nerve laden vagina, striking a spot that made Ella see stars. An exhilarating tremor coursed up her spine.

“Wolf,” Ella moaned.

“That was the spot. Wasn’t it, Princess?” he husked.

Wolf kissed a trail along her exposed throat, biting ever so slightly, as he curled his hips, grinding into Ella’s heat. Each time he stroked into her, he aimed for that wondrous place that drove her to the edge of sanity.

One glorious moment compounded on the next, as Wolf picked up the pace. Ella locked her ankles behind his flexing ass, and arched into his straining body. The savage intensity on Wolf’s face, while he drove into her was fiercely erotic. Every one of her senses were stretched thin, as the sound of bodies colliding, and the heady scent of leather and musk enveloped her.

Ella’s passion coiled around itself, winding tighter and tighter. The exquisite thrill pushed against the boundaries it had taken her a lifetime to build. Everything in the room, from the pictures on the walls to the highboy dresser, shuddered and rattled.

The ecstasy climbed with each hammering thrust, then suddenly all went still inside her. The calm before the storm. Ella stood poised on the pinnacle of release. Did she dare fallow her desire over the precipice? Would rapture send her soaring, or would an inescapable chasm swallow her whole?

“Let go, Ella.”

Wolf captured Ella’s mouth as he thrust home on the next stroke. The power Ella tried desperately to hold at bay exploded out with devastating fury. Ella screamed into Wolf’s mouth as it whipped through her like a hurricane. Every lightbulb in the room, window, and mirror shattered. The walls shook raining plaster down.

Ella pushed at Wolf’s shoulders, but he just held her tighter, forcing his demanding cock past the spasming muscles of her pussy. Ella thrashed in his grasp as the climax overwhelmed her mind, body and soul.

Wolf slammed repeatedly into her seizing body with a savagery that cut through the madness going on all around them. He refused to let her down, pushing her higher. Wolf thrust deep, grinding his pelvis into her clit. His cock swelled and kicked, spilling his heated seed inside her milking channel.

Ella’s back arched. Her vision went dim as a surge of white hot energy roared from every cell. The last thing she heard was Wolf’s roar of ecstasy.

 

“Princess?”

Ella roused to the sensation of Wolf stroking her cheeks. He cradled her in his arms, smiling down at her. It took Ella a moment to recall what was going on, but when she did, her eyes flew wide as she glanced around Wolf’s bedroom. The room was an utter disaster. There was glass everywhere. The few pictures that had been hanging on the walls, were now on the floor, along with the tipped over nightstand and dresser.

“Oh my god, Wolf, I’m so sorry.” Ella’s hands moved over his bare chest, checking to make sure he was unharmed.

“I’m fine, beautiful. I told you I would be. Although I can see why you were worried,” Wolf chuckled as he glanced at what was left of his bedroom.

“Don’t joke!”

Ella smacked his chest, then nibbled her lip. There was no hiding what she’d done this time. That cat wasn’t just out of the bag, it had shredded the furniture.

“I can see the wheels turning, Princess. Are you thinking of an explanation?” Wolf captured her hand and kissed it. 

“Earthquake?” Ella replied sheepishly.

“Yeah, no,” he smiled.

“I didn’t think that would work,” she frowned.

Well Wolf didn’t run screaming into the night. That’s good, right?

“Princess, there’s no need for you to try to explain something like this.”

“Good, cause I can’t. I told you I was weird.” Ella’s chin quivered.

She had always dreaded the day someone learned her secret. Now that Wolf knew, what would he do?

“Aw, beautiful, don’t cry.” Wolf hugged her closer to his chest, as he kissed the top of her head. “You aren’t nearly as weird as you think. My friend, Cain’s old lady, is a bona-fide psychic, and not the telephone hotline kind. Some of the stuff she’s predicted has been downright disturbing.”

“At least your friend could hide her quirk. Anytime I get happy or sad, things start to have seizures all around me.”

“I understand why you’ve hidden this. Iris was abused because of her ability.” Wolf shook his head.

“What happened to her?”

“She was abducted and forced to bet on fights, till Cain rescued her.”

“That’s horrible. I’ve had so many nightmares. Sometimes I’m on the Metro, and somehow, I make it wreck, and there’s mangled bodies everywhere. Other times, I find myself trapped in some clandestine experimental facility.”

“Fuck, I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“No, it’s okay. I’ve learned to live with it. It’s not so bad anymore.”

“That’s an awful lot to face alone.” Wolf peppered her face with kisses. 

“My sister knows. She’s been a life saver.”

“Good. That makes me feel better. Well this at least explains a few things.” Wolf waved a hand around the room.

“Like?”

“Well, every time I talk about the earthquakes, people look at me like I’m nuts. Now I know why.”

“Yeah, sorry.”

“Don’t be, unless you dropped that cabinet on me, on purpose.”

“No!” Ella grimaced remembering the incident. “Although, you kinda deserved that.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah,” she smiled. “You are really good at antagonizing me.”

“I rile you up, huh?” Wolf burrowed his face into the crook of her neck and nibbled. The stubble on his chin scratched and tickled her.

“Yes,” Ella gasped as his hand shifted beneath the sheet, working up her thigh.

“Good,” he husked. “It was driving me crazy how calm, cool and collected you always seem.”

Ella’s snort of disbelief ended with a moan when Wolf’s fingers reached the apex of her thighs.

“How are you doing here?” He gently teased her labia.

“A little sore,” Ella blushed.

“I’m sorry, Princess.”

“Don’t be.” Ella closed her eyes, reveling in the leisurely way Wolf explored her. “You were wonderful.”

“Just wonderful?” Wolf looked around the destroyed room, as he cocked his brow at Ella.

“Smart ass.” Ella swatted Wolf.

“Smart ass?” Wolf pinched her behind. “Such language.”

“Whatever. So, I don’t have a vocabulary that would make a sailor blush.”

“Say pussy.”

“No.” She batted him.

“Come on, Princess.”

“Pussy,” Ella relented, then tried not to giggle like a twelve-year-old.

“That’s so fucking sexy.” Wolf rolled her onto her back and started tickling her ribs.

“Oh god, Wolf, stop it.” Ella squirmed, pushing at his hands and chest.

Wolf stopped and grinned at her. He was so freaking handsome with his short black hair, sticking up all wild from sex. She reached up and touched his stubbled jaw, then followed the line of his broad shoulder down over his bicep. Ella roamed Wolf’s chest, reveling in the feel of his muscles and the way the smattering of hair tickled her palms. Her finger circled one of his tiny nipples and it puckered.

This was all so new; being able to freely touch someone, without fear of reprisal. It was wonderful and strange all at the same time. Not only had Wolf survived her violent outburst, but he wasn’t frightened at all. It seemed unreal.

“Wolf?”

“Yes,” Wolf kissed her shoulder.

“Thank you for not freaking out. I don’t understand how you can be so calm.” Ella shook her head in amazement. “And you’re fine.” Ella walked her fingers over the ridges and valleys of his abs. “You know, I’ve hurt people before,” Ella frowned. “I tossed the guy who gave me my first kiss across the room. Knocked him out,” her brows furrowed. Ella couldn’t figure out how Wolf hadn’t fared the same.

“Princess, I’m tougher than I look. I…” Wolf’s cell phone rang interrupting him. “I’ll let the voicemail get it.”

“What if it’s about the missing kid?”

“Aw dammit, you’re right,” Wolf groaned. He leaned over the bed and grabbed his phone.

Ella snuggled into Wolf’s back as he talked to his friend, Cain. She liked the way his voice vibrated through his chest as he spoke. Ella repressed her disappointment. It sounded like Wolf needed to leave. Even though she didn’t want this moment to end, Ella was mollified, even proud, that Wolf was leaving for a good reason. He wasn’t just pulling the after-sex Houdini routine. That would devastate her, after finding the first man who didn’t crumple when he touched her.

“Well shit,” Wolf groused as he hung up.

“I heard. You gotta head out.” Ella looked around his room. “Crap. That window needs to be boarded up. I can clean this, while you get ready.”

“Nah. I’ll text Vick and Tony. They owe me big.”

“I can still help out. You know I’ve got my own drill.” Ella stared at him while fluttering her lashes.

“Fuck, woman! You’re making it hard to get out of this bed,” Wolf groaned as he rolled back on the bed. “I don’t know which is hotter, you in those boots and jeans, holding that drill, or the tight black skirt with those fuck-me heels, and the stockings that have the line up the back.”

Ella smiled a happy smile at Wolf’s dilemma. She didn’t mind featuring in any of his tawdry fantasies.

“How long do you think you’ll be gone?” Ella ran her fingers through Wolf’s hair. She wanted to do this again soon, real soon.

“I’d like to say a day, but it could be longer.” He closed his eyes enjoying her touch. “I’ll call you.”

“Good. I’ll worry.” Ella was already worried at the thought Wolf might be in a dangerous situation. “I really hope the little boy is alright when you find him.”

“Me too, Princess.” Wolf leaned over and kissed her. “I should get dressed,” he groused against her lips.