Submission to the Wolf (Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Alpha Male Erotic Romance) Read Online Free Page B

far…”
     
    “No…” he gasped, pushing away from me. It was clearly a difficult thing to do—I could see how conflicted he was, feel how much he wanted to take me, how much he wanted me to be around him again, to be under him, to be crying and screaming for him…
     
    “No. I won’t do it.”
     
    “Do it. Make me yours, Wisdom. I submit.”
     
    “No. Get out of here.”
     
    “Wisdom…”
     
    “Do it! Go!” he all but screamed, pushing me hard. I tumbled to the ground and as I gathered myself, collecting my clothes, I saw him bounding off into the forest, disappearing completely into the moonlit night.
     
    “Wisdom…” I whispered, my eyes straining to make out his disappearing form. But he was gone and I was left alone, alone with my thoughts and my passions and fears, and nothing else—nothing else but the clothes he had torn from my body, as carelessly and brutally as he had torn out my heart.
     
    “Don’t… Don’t leave me…” I whispered once more, hoping against home that he would hear, but it was not to be. With a sigh, I began to gather up my clothes, began to slide them back onto my sore, abused body, not looking forward to the hard walk back to the diner, my entire body aching of passion and love-making, my insides sore and swollen, and my heart… Broken.

 
    Homecoming
     
    I walked back to the diner as broken as my heart was, on the verge of tears. My clothes were dirty and I was thankful that I met no one along the way who might have witnessed my shame.
     
    I finished closing up the diner as I had been doing when I first met Wisdom. I felt like every one of my movements was infused with sadness and missing now—I wanted him back.
    And yet, at the same time, I couldn’t believe what had happened.
     
    Had I really met a werewolf? Had I really made love to a werewolf in the middle of a forest? Had I really done all sorts of nasty things to him with my mouth and unmentionable bits? God… It was so hard to imagine but in fact, it was true. I had done it. I had done it all.
     
    The aching in my pussy attested to that. God, I was going to be swollen down there for days… Weeks, maybe.
     
    Finally, I had finished cleaning up and closing the diner. I flicked the lights off with a sad little flicker and slunk off to my car to find my way home.
     
    Along the long, lonely, dark country roads that led me to my parents’ house, I couldn’t help but turn my thoughts to Wisdom—couldn’t help but think about him, about what he had done to me—about what we had done together.
     
    I remembered his touch. I remembered his scent. I remembered the fire and sadness in his eyes. All of it—all of these memories, which were so recent but already seemed so distant, seemed to have been made so long ago—now played over and over in the cinema of my mind like a never-ending film that reminded me of what I had had and what I had lost. There was no way around it.
     
    Wisdom was gone and I would never have him again. It was a one-time thing.
     
    Why did I care? Why did it hurt me so hard, hurt me so deep that he was gone, that he didn’t want to stay with me?
     
    I tried to tell myself it was nothing personal. That he had problems that would keep us apart. Keep us apart irrevocably. I tried to tell myself that there was nothing that could bring us together again.
     
    But still. I still missed him. I still craved him.
     
    I tried to tell myself that it had just been lust, not love. I tried to tell myself that other girls—my friends, for instance, and especially my best friend, Marianne—are fine with lust, fine with having a lover for a night and being everything to him, and then letting him go in the morning. That’s the way things are now.
     
    Hookups and sexting. That was what I was supposed to want.
     
    This was what I was supposed to want—a few quick, hard fucks in the woods, and then I never see him again.
     
    But I couldn’t bring myself to accept that. I wanted Wisdom