All the Rage

  Hard.

  He turned his head away from me in the direction I’d hit him. My stomach flipped, unsure what his reaction would be.

  Not caring.

  “That’s for slapping me,” I said between my teeth, relishing in the feel of the sting now on my palm instead of my cheek.

  Nolan turned back around to face me and not even his dimple, which was on full display, could lessen the evil look in his eyes or the crooked smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. His skin reddened, the mark taking on the shape of my hand. He chuckled, low and deep. His eyes glistened. Dark and mysterious. A mixture of anger and lust.

  “You’re gonna pay for that, little girl,” Nolan warned. His voice was scratchy and throaty. He growled. Something about the primitive sound sent a spark of desire between my legs. I tried to push my thighs together. To find some sort of relief, but all I managed to do was hold Nolan’s hard thigh and even harder erection between my legs, rubbing my core against him. “More,” I demanded, hoping he’d know what it was I was asking for.

  Because I wasn’t sure I did.

  “Oh, no. Not so fast,” Nolan chided. “You don’t get to get yourself off on me. That’s my job.” He leaned in, his lips brushed against my ear, trailing down to my neck where he sucked and released my skin over and over again. Caressing with his tongue, his fingers kneading my ass cheeks. “I’m going to punish you by making you come until it fucking hurts.” His mouth again found mine. We moaned into each other’s mouths when his tongue parted my lips and our tongues connected.

  I felt it through my body and it caused a pulsing sensation inside me that was over too quick. A split second of pleasure that left me wanting more. Needing more.

  So much more.

  Usually it was anger I lost myself in, but with Nolan, I felt as if I could lose myself in these new feelings, these new sensations.

  In him.

  You’re already lost in him.

  Looking down, I watched in wonderment and confusion toward the place where our bodies were connected, or would be connected, if our clothes weren’t in the way. How something so simple as touch could cause such a big reaction was beyond anything I could have ever imagined.

  Nolan’s eyes were on me, watching me watch us. “Fuck,” he whispered, before threading his hand through my hair, pulling on it and yanking my head back to give himself easier access to my throat. “The innocent fucking look on your face right now makes me harder than I’ve ever been.” He groaned, dragging his lips against my skin. “Now would be a good time to tell me if you’re untouched, baby. I gotta know when I’m fucking you if I’m the lucky motherfucker who gets to lay claim on your virgin pussy. The way I’ve already laid claim on the rest of you.”

  My pulse quickened the same way it did when I was about to pull the trigger. “I’ve done it before,” I admitted in a whisper. “Sex. I mean, I think I have.”

  Nolan furrowed his brows. “Good girl. I like the way you answered that without hesitating. Without embarrassment. Most girls couldn’t do that.”

  “I’m not most people,” I reminded him.

  “Don’t I fucking know it,” he whispered, searching my eyes, before zoning in on my mouth and running the pad of his thumb over my lips. “There’s a lot of shit people don’t remember easily these days. Birthdays. The name of your postman. Getting fucked isn’t something most people aren’t sure about.” I opened my mouth and lightly bit the tip of his thumb. He dropped his forehead to mine with a ragged grunt. The cords of his neck were strained. A thick blue vein running beneath his ear and down his throat pulsed rapidly.

  He reached around behind my neck, untying my damp dress. It fell, pooling around my waist, exposing my breasts. “Fuck, your perfect,” he said before dipping his head and running the tip of his tongue over my nipple, his wet hair tickling my skin. I didn’t know it was possible to be touched in one place and feel it in another, but as he circled the hard little bud, I felt it in my core. I pressed my thighs together, needing to stop the ache that was once again building, in order to answer the question. “Rage,” Nolan said, moving from one nipple to the other.

  “Yeah?” I asked, watching him slowly lick around my pink skin, circling it with his tongue before latching on and giving it a quick suck that left me seeing stars.

  “Explain,” he ordered, blowing across the now wet skin and making me shiver. I tightened my legs around his waist, trying to pull him closer. Needing to feel more of him.

  I closed my eyes tightly, trying to form a coherent thought. “Um. Yeah. Cody. My friend—” I started to say, but when he rolled my nipple into his mouth, sucking and rolling his tongue across the tip at the same time, I bucked my hips from the door.

  Nolan lifted off of my nipple, and I whimpered. He grabbed on to my wrists with one hand, pinning them above me. Fire danced in his eyes. “You said he was just a friend.”

  I nodded “He…he was. But we made this list when we were just kids. These rules of how to help me be normal. Just a bunch of ideas on how to control my anger and how to hide it from other people, so I wouldn’t have to keep seeing the shrinks my parents kept sending me to.”

  “So he wrote on some list that you should fuck him?” Nolan seethed, rocking against me harshly, tearing a cry from my lips. I dug my heels into his back.

  “No. I mean yes. It was his idea, but I went along with it. I’d done everything else on the list, and some of it worked. Some didn’t. The fooling people part, I mean. The one person it never fooled was me. It never changed me like I used to hope it would,” I admitted.

  Slowly, Nolan slid his hand down my neck and across my shoulders.

  “Keep talking,” he ordered, his voice husky and deep.

  “I wanted to try this one last thing. For my parents. For Cody… he was my only friend.” Nolan’s hand continued moving south between my breasts, giving my right nipple a pinch before sliding down the front of my stomach. He dipped his fingers just inside the top of my panties, then stopped.

  He planted a kiss on my cheek, right next to the bridge of my nose. It was tender. Sweet. And unexpected. “We got a lot more talking to do, but know you don’t ever have to pretend around me. Never. I wouldn’t want that, anyway. Tell me how you don’t know if he fucked you or not.” Realization crossed over his face and his jaw set in a straight, hard line. “Did that motherfucker drug you or something?” He slammed a fist on the wall beside my head. Excitement coursed through my veins and between my legs. “Because I’ll break his fucking—”

  “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 fuck 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 pussy 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 motherfucker 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 fucking 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 fuck,” he said, his voice deep and needy. “I can’t wait to see what you look like when I make you come for me.”

  I lifted my hips off the mattress just as Nolan’s warm and wet tongue touched my clit, licking me from end to end. “Mmmmmmm,” he groaned imprinting his hips on the mattress, his muscular ass rising and falling as he licked around my entrance, sucking on my outer lips. The pulling sensation became so strong it was bordering on unbearable. My face flushed.

  Wild hairs fell into Nolan’s eyes as he looked up at me, flattening his tongue and circling my clit. “Ahhhhhhhh,” I moaned, my eyes closing and falling back against the pillow.

  “Open your eyes,” Nolan commanded. “Watch me.”

  I opened my eyes and lifted my head, which was when Nolan plunged his tongue inside of me and a pleasure so great surged through me, making me buck into Nolan’s mouth. We watched each other. Me as he fucked me with his tongue, and him as I reacted to his every move. He rocked into the mattress with the same vigorous rhythm he licked me with. “It’s too much,” I moaned, pinching my own nipples, searching for something almost within my reach.

  Nolan growled into my very center, he lifted off of me, just long enough to say, “Not yet, but it’s about to be.” With his hand that had been holding my thighs open, he pressed together the skin on either side of my clit with his index finger and thumb, pinching it in between and pushing the sensitive bud forward. He lowered his mouth onto me again and lightly sucked. I clamped my thighs around his head, squeezing it, but he didn’t stop. He sucked hard, murmuring about how good I tasted and how he couldn’t wait to be inside of me. I grabbed his hair, threading my fingers through. I was so lost in sensation that I didn’t know if I wanted to push him away or pull him into me, so I just yanked on his hair as I cried out.

  Nolan’s ass move up and down on the mattress harder. Faster and faster as he worked me with his mouth. It was when he slipped a single finger inside of me and at the same time nipped at my clit with his teeth, that the pulling sensation exploded. A blinding white light blew through my vision and my body. Waves and waves of pleasure that couldn’t be of this world rolled over me and through me and inside me, until I didn’t know what realm I was existing in.

  Nolan groaned a long throaty sound I’d never heard him make before. He stilled his movements, his hips no longer pumping into the bed. He stayed between my legs. A lazy lapping of his tongue replacing the vigorous fucking from seconds before.

  “What the fuck was that?” I asked, panting, trying to catch my breath.

  Nolan rose and covered my body with his. He pushed his hair back from his face, his lips glistening with my wetness.

  The expression on his face was unreadable when he looked down at me and answered, “I have no fucking idea.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  Nolan

  Someone was knocking on the front door and I wondered if my gun was loaded. Although I have no idea why I wondered this.

  It was always loaded.

  I then wondered how fast I could kill whoever was at the door and be back in between my girl’s legs.

  Not fast enough.

  Neither one of us acknowledged the knocking, instead I pushed her thighs farther apart and settled between them. “You made me come on the bed,” I said in a mock scolding.

  “I’m sorry?” she offered, as if she didn’t know if it was a good thing or a bad.

  I shook my head. “Oh no, you don’t get to apologize for that. The way you tasted. The way you pulled on my hair.” I leaned down and kissed her lips softly. “The way you felt when you came on my tongue.” I groaned and even though I just blew my load like a teenager all over the bed, I was completely hard again.

  The knocking that we’d been ignoring became a banging, followed by a man’s muffled shouts. “Stay here,” I ordered. I stood and pulled on my pants and retrieved my gun from the nightstand, tucking it in the back of my jeans.

  I saw move
ment from the corner of my eye as I walked out into the living room, and sure enough, Rage followed, tying her dress back around her neck. I didn’t know what I was angrier about. Her not listening to me or her getting dressed again.

  “You’re gonna be punished for that,” I said to her as she pulled her long hair back into her hair tie. I heard the sound of police radios.

  Before I could even peer through the window, Rage had already opened the door and was leaning against the doorframe, completely unfazed by the two uniformed police officers, who stood on the porch with their thumbs on their gun belts. “Can I help ya’ll?” Rage asked using her very rehearsed smile. Her southern accident much slower and thicker than usual.

  “I’m Officer Crest and this is Officer Towers. We’re here to investigate an incident that took place last night.” Rage crossed her arms over her chest and I wanted to rip them down when both officers’ eyes dropped temporarily to her chest.

  “We were out last night,” Rage said sweetly.

  I wrapped my arms protectively around her, pulling her back against my chest. I didn’t have to guess what they were there for. Griff. With Rage running off on me and what we’d been doing since, I hadn’t given it a second thought since it happened. It didn’t surprise me they were there. Not much happened in Harper’s Ridge, especially with the locals, that didn’t make its way to the cops sooner or later.

  Fucking small town gossips.