“Ask or stop looking,” he said. He didn’t sound angry.
I glared. I wanted to ask and at the same time didn’t. Not when he had almost ordered me to, but then my curiosity won. “What happened to you?”
Growl pushed another piece of pizza into his mouth and chewed slowly. He swallowed, then looked at me. “Someone wanted me dead, cut my throat,” he replied, eyes blank. “But I survived.”
I stared. That wasn’t an answer, at least not one that allowed me to find out more about Growl. It was generic and emotionless, but it showed me something. That I’d found a topic Growl was uncomfortable with.
He nodded toward my untouched pizza. “Either you eat or I’ll feed it to the dogs.”
I was too hungry to give the pizza to the dogs out of spite and so I started eating.
Afterward, Growl went outside again to work out, and I decided to hide in my room. I didn’t want to risk something like last time. But I couldn’t restrain myself very long and peeked out of the window into the yard. Growl was covered in sweat as he pushed two massive dumb-bells over his head, face scrunched up with strain.
I let out a breath and quickly slipped into bed. If I watched him a moment longer, I’d only want to touch myself again.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Growl
Growl knew she’d been watching him from her room. He’d seen her in the window. This was eating away at his control. He couldn’t think about anything but her body anymore.
Growl returned into the house after an hour-long intense workout, but he still didn’t feel like this had calmed him down. He went to the bathroom and grabbed a towel to wipe his sweat off.
A sound caught his attention. He walked closer to Cara’s room. The noise was coming from inside. It sounded like she was moaning.
Growl lowered the towel slowly, his groin tightening. He moved closer and put his ear to the door. Again, a moan, low and drawn out. Growl closed his eyes. She was touching herself because of him. He had no doubt about it.
Fuck. He could feel himself hardening at the mere idea of what was going on behind that closed door.
Why was he even still standing here? He grabbed the door handle and pushed the door open. He made sure to be as quiet as possible. He didn’t want her to notice him at once. He peered inside, and couldn’t believe his eyes. She wasn’t even awake. Her eyes were closed and her breathing too low. He stepped inside as he watched one of her hands move between her legs.
Her lips were slightly parted and another moan slipped out. Growl dropped the towel and approached the bed. Fuck, he wasn’t a good man, and she was making this damn hard for him. He could practically smell her arousal, or his mind was already starting to trick him.
Growl perched on the bed, careful not to wake her. But he needn’t have worried. She was lost in her dream. She writhed, then parted her legs under the blanket. Growl stifled a groan at the sight. He took the edge of the blanket and slowly pulled it down to her knees. She was wearing a nightgown that had ridden up to her hips, laying her pussy bare to him. He drew in a deep breath as he watched one of her slender fingers slide over her lower lips slowly. It was the first time he saw her pussy. She wasn’t clean shaven like the whore he’d had in the past. She trimmed herself, but soft brown hair covered her mount. His cock was so hard, Growl was surprised he hadn’t exploded yet. Perhaps this would be the first time Growl would come in his pants. She mewled again, needy, but her own touch didn’t seem to get her further. Growl could tell that her touch wasn’t practiced. Damn it. He was tired of resisting when it was so obvious that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
He leaned over her, letting her heady scent flood his nose. He took a long lick over her swollen lips, and her taste was so sweet, it drove him crazy. She shuddered and moaned loudly. Growl couldn’t take anymore. He pushed her hand away and slipped his tongue between her lips. He licked her tight hole and slowly traveled up to the small nub at the top. She moaned and then tensed. She was awake, but Growl was determined not to let her mind get the better of her. He drew her clit into his mouth, and sucked in a gentle rhythm.
She inhaled sharply. The tension in her body remained but she didn’t push him away or say anything. She was conflicted he could tell. Growl used all his skills to convince her. He let her clit slowly slide out of his lips and started drawing soft circles before he licked his way back down to her tight channel again.
“We can’t do this,” she said shakily, but there was hardly any conviction in her voice, and that was all he needed. He licked her harder, dipped his tongue into her, then suckled her clit again. She cried out, and like that she came already, flooding his mouth with her sweetness. He didn’t stop. This had only been the first battle. He kept licking, then fucked her with his tongue again. He didn’t give her time to recover. He slipped a finger into her. She was so wet, he was met with barely any resistance.
His cock was almost raw from rubbing against his pants, but he needed more time for her. He needed to prepare her for what was to come. This time there was no stopping.
Cara
I could hardly breathe. My body was burning up, my pulse speeding. Everything felt so incredibly intense. Growl was practically buried in my lap, licking and kissing and sucking. I was so close to my second orgasm. His hand snaked under my nightgown and up to my breast. His fingers closed around my nipple and twisted, and like that another wave crashed over me, even harder than before. What was happening? I couldn’t grasp a clear thought.