Chapter 12
(Isabella’s POV)
Santiago sinks his teeth into my neck and won’t let go. The pain sears straight through. Fear rises in my chest and panic leaves me starving for air.
I try to push him away, but Santiago is too strong. He holds me down to the bed tightly by my wrists.
His eyes seem unfocussed with dilated pupils. This isn’t him. His mind is clearly gone. It’s like his body is going through the motions without thought…all impulse.
He doesn’t speak.
Oh sure, his wolf will never hurt me. I need to be here because I calm him. Bullshit. Arrogant prick. How can he lose control like this and not have safety measures in place!
He moans into my neck. I feel his cock press against my leg. It’s at full attention against my thigh.
Dammit, I can’t break free! He’s too fucking strong. I’ve never seen a feral wolf before. I can’t make him stop. I don’t know how to!
“Be prepared to shift,” I tell my wolf. “If we need to, we fight back to shake him off.”
Suddenly, he lets me go.
Blood trickles from the bite on my neck. I wipe at it roughly and exhale deeply in relief.
Before I can react any further, Santiago pins me again.
He still doesn’t speak. Each touch is hard and rough.
Every muscle in my body tenses, bracing for another bite.
But, instead, He kisses me.
My eyes go wide.
A guttural growl erupts from him.
He rips my shirt in half and tears the thin pieces back, exposing my breasts. Then he tears my panties off and throws the shreds of fabric that are left onto the floor.
He looks at me as if I am a meal after a three-day hunt, running his hands over my body.
As his hands squeeze my breasts and roam down my stomach to my hips, I involuntarily moan
He leans down and kisses me again, moaning against my lips. There is nothing gentle in his touch. It’s rough as he presses his mouth hard against mine. His tongue thrusts inside my mouth as if he intends to devour me.
The heat. The closeness. This isn’t happening. Despite the situation at hand, I…oh goddess help me.
My body betrays me…a second time in one night. With no underwear to speak of my juices run down my thigh, only mixing with our combined sweat and his dripping manhood.
He’s on top of me…more testosterone than sandalwood, but still his scent fills me. His body is skin to skin with mine.
Both of our enhanced senses are overloaded with our combined arousal.
My wolf whimpers in the back of my mind.
“Tell him to take you,” she says. “Tell him to mark you for real.”
“I can’t do that,” I say back to her. “This can’t happen.”
His weight is heavy and hot. Jet black hair falls across his forehead.
He looks me deadpan in the eyes. There is no icy blue to speak of. His eyes are onyx as he moves his mouth from mine to my ear lobe, then down to my neck.
Instinctively, my hands reach for him. My fingers glide through the sweat building on his face and run through his hair. It’s like touching velvet.
His hands move down my body and grip my thighs. Strong fingers dig into my flesh. These will bruise tomorrow.
Electricity jolts through me as he pulls himself closer. He runs his tongue from my neck back to my mouth where his lips crash hard to mine.
I feel his cock harden even more against my soaking, swollen opening.
One swift thrust on his part and the line we carefully drew in the contract will be crossed.
He pushes himself up, any second now he will be inside me, and goddess help me, part of me wants him to.
His breathing is ragged. He leans down and kisses me again…
Then he stops. His eyes look clear, pupils look like they are going back down again.
All I can do is lay there. My cunt drips with throbbing unmet desire. The air is cold on my body.
He sits up on the edge of the bed. “I…I am so sorry.”
He turns his head to look at me. His icy blue eyes meet my chocolate brown orbs then trail down my naked body.
He looks away, sharply. “Get dressed.”
“I can’t. You tore my clothes to shreds. I have my jeans on that chair,” I say, gesturing to the leather armchair, but that’s it.”
He walks to his closet, thumbs through hanging garments, and hands me his shirt – a cobalt blue button down.
I put it on quickly, fumbling with the buttons.
“Come into the bathroom, we need to tend to that wound.”
I follow him into his master bathroom.
He picks me up and sits me on the marble counter where our eyes meet again. The marble cools me at the sudden contact with my exposed thighs.
I grip the edge of the counter. Just below the marble, the wood has an intricate carved out design. I let my fingers find and trace the carvings to take my mind off Santiago’s body and my arousal.
Santiago’s gaze moves to my lips. I thought he might kiss me again when he suddenly pulls away.
“I’m going to grab the first aid kit,” he says reaching to the medicine cabinet just to my right.
The bathroom is spacious with a rich, dark color scheme that compliments the bedroom. The vanity is dark wood, double sink with slate metal fixtures. The color of the marble is a mix of black and gray.
A wooden built-in stands next to the vanity with six shelves fully stocked with folded gray bath towels, hand towels, and wash cloths.
The shower and bathtub are sperate. The black subway tile walk in shower is big enough for half the pack. There is a seat at the back of it. There are two showerheads.
Adjacent to the walk-in shower is a fireplace. The emerald, green soaking bathtub also looks to be big enough for two.
Why do I keep fantasizing about soaking in a bubble bath with him or having him wrapped around me in that shower under the rain?
Over our heads, the main source of light hangs in the form of a large circular chandelier. The wall sconces on both sides of the vanity provide some extra light.
The floor is hexagonally shaped with tiles in an alternating slate and silver pattern. Santiago rands on a black and emerald, green patterned Persian rug.
He washes it with soap and water. Then pats the wound dry with a clean cloth.
“This may sting,” he says in almost a whisper before spraying an antiseptic on it.
I yelp at the contact. He leans down and blows on it. His breath brushing against my skin sends waves of emotion though my chest.
My wolf has been near silent. I think she wanted him inside us as badly as apparently I did.
He finishes cleaning and bandaging the wound and moves to put the first aid kit up. The second he does that I get up and get the hell out of there.
