Sophia reached the back door breathless and her legs throbbed from running so far. She pushed the door open and stepped into the house seeking refuge, but she knew she wasn't safe when the wolf prowled closer. She couldn't believe her own eyes as that golden wolf shifted into Lazarus, it was impossible that this type of power existed and no one knew about it.

Frankly, that wasn't her concern right now, it seemed that the playfulness in the wolf wasn't reciprocated in Lazarus. His eyes held a piercing focus that made her weak in the knees and falter her resolve. He stood to his powerful height and walked towards her, his long hair around his shoulders that she wished to run her fingers through it.

Sophia feared what he'd do if he caught her, so she continued into the house. However, where would she go except his room where his bed was. Her heart hammered inside her chest that she feared the whole house would hear it. She made it toward the stairs when she curiously looked over her shoulder to see if he still pursued her. And as guessed, Lazarus leisurely strode up the stairs like he challenged her to go anywhere but his room, it kind of irked her.

She stopped at the top of the stairs and faced him with her hands on her hips. "If you think I'm going to do whatever you want, you're mistaken," she chided.

He grinned wickedly. "You are going to do what I want," he claimed, "and you'll beg for more."

She raised a brow. "Cocky, aren't you," she believed.

"You can't back out." Lazarus was a few steps below her when that wolf in him flashed at her through his green eyes. "It's too late for you, baby girl," he warned.

Sophia hadn't realized when her feet moved back on their own as Lazarus closed the space between them. Her shoulder skimmed the door and he pushed it open letting her stumble into the room... his territory. A shudder ran through her body, the room was a bit chillier since the balcony doors had been left open, although something told her that the cold wasn't what had her skin crawl with angst.

Lazarus shut the door trapping her in with him. The look in his eyes was enough to caution her that this was going to be a long night for both of them.

He had already told her that wolf shifters were different than human. She didn't know about other people and what their experiences were, but facing Lazarus right now explained that he wasn't a normal man. There was a dangerously feral instinct in his eyes that spoke volumes to the control he had over himself and her.

She found herself drawn to him, like an unseen chain bound her body to his, there wasn't an escape... well even if there was, she would never take that route. He asked if she wanted this, wanted him and she did. In the past, she always believed that there was nothing in this world she needed, yet here she stood yearning for this man. His heart, his soul, his wolf... it all belonged to her.

He hadn't laid a hand on her and she was already helpless. It was as if his eyes caressed the deepest parts of her, his voice slithered into her heart and conquered her restraint before she could protect herself against him. He conquered her.

Lazarus stepped in front of her. She could feel the heat radiate off him and swarm around them, he hadn't touched her but every nerve in her body was on guard readying themselves for when he would.

"Sophia," his voice caressed her ear as he lowered himself, "you're nervous." She closed her eyes when his tongue licked her ear and his teeth nipped the lobe.

"I'm not," she said breathlessly.

His hot laugh shuddered through her. "I can smell it. Wolf, remember?" he jested.

She fisted her nightgown in her hands. She forgot that he had senses superior than humans. "Hold on, can you read minds too?" she astonished.

"No," he said flatly before interest grew in his eyes. "Are you thinking of things I should know?"

She let out a nervous chuckle. "Of course not," she answered. Thank God, she thought. She definitely didn't need Lazarus reading her thoughts.

"Don't feel relieved." Her lashed lifted to see his smirking lips. "You're easy to read."

"I am not," she protested.

His arm circled around her waist, he drew her in roughly, her chest pressed against his that every hard muscle melted into her curves. Lazarus's hands trailed down her back over the slope of her butt, he nestled her core into the evidence of his arousal, the shaft was hot and thick. She felt her body being guided back into the room where the bed was. She couldn't help but think of how he'd feel inside her, it was sinful of her and definitely wicked.

Lazarus pushed the straps of her nightgown over her shoulder and kissed the column of her neck. His fingers combed into her thick hair and he fisted it. "You're thinking how good it'd feel when I'm inside you," he whispered startling her. "I've been thinking the same goddamned thing since the day I met you."

Something hit the back of Sophia's legs, and before she knew it, she fell back on the bed and Lazarus stood before her. She tried to move away when the hem of the gown caught on something, she looked down and saw that he had captured it.

He raised a brow. "Where are you going?"

Sophia's body betrayed her when she took pleasure in his mocking tone. "Where do you want me?" she remarked meeting his gaze with challenge in her own.

A clever smile appeared on his face, as he crept onto the bed, between her legs. She let him come to her, his hands softly caressing their way up her limbs and hips towards her breasts. He was so strong and muscular but his touch was gentle, it always took her by surprise. For someone like him who had lived most of his life in a toxic home with an abusive family, one would think that he wouldn't know love. That maybe he would never know how to be playful or make someone smile.

Sophia gathered his face in her hands catching him off guard, she pulled him to her lips and kissed him with all her heart.

He must have sensed the tension that ran through her because he held her in his arms and let her lead the kiss. His lips soft against hers and she twirled her tongue with his, it was divine to be tangled up in him and also terrifying that she felt so much for him in such a short amount of time.

Lazarus broke the kiss looking down at her. "What's wrong?" he asked sternly.

She shook her head. "Nothing." But his eyes stared into hers and it was clear that he didn't believe her.

"You upset yourself," he observed as his devious hand crept down her thigh and hitched up the hem of the gown she wore.

"I can see just how much that matters to you," she remarked with a laugh.

Lazarus kissed between her breasts laughing darkly and continued down her body, his rough hands spread her legs wide apart for his eyes to feast upon her.

She watched as he kissed her knee and then bit along her inner thigh leaving many marks all over her supple flesh. He took pleasure it that, she sensed it from the way his eyes changed from man to wolf in an instant. She almost wanted to close her legs and push him down on the bed and tease him, but that wolf in his gaze warned her to let him have his way otherwise there'd be trouble for her. His broad shoulders settled between her open legs when he neared her core inch by inch, she could die from anticipation or maybe the insane butterflies in her stomach would kill her first, and it was like he knew that but still took his sweet time with her. His mouth lingered just around her thigh, using his sharp teeth, he merely marked wherever he desired.

Sophia recognized the mischief in his gaze, it was clear that he dared her to mess with him. She never backed down either. She didn't know what else to do other than to do what he refused. Her hand moved down her body, his gaze followed like she wanted. She caressed her core with her own hand letting him see how she played with herself, it definitely amused him. Pushing her fingers into her core, she felt her essence coat them, it was hot and wet but it was only because he was watching her. She caressed the throbbing nub that was begging for attention, but her own fingers weren't enough to relieve her.

Lazarus knew that, yet he only continued to watch her as his teeth marked the other thigh. Each time she watched his teeth reveal themselves then pick a spot on her leg, her arousal grew, she reached a peak when he would bite down and then soothe the sting with his tongue. She needed his mouth where her fingers were right now. He was tempting her, teasing her until she asked... or begged.

"Are you going to make me come like this?" she questioned.

"Maybe," he answered, "it's fun watching you drive yourself crazy."

She rolled her clit and moaned. "I rather it'd be you."

"Ask and I'll gladly help," he replied cockily.

Sophia raised a brow. "I begging you," she said feigning innocence, "put your mouth on me otherwise I'll-" she hadn't even finished when her hand was pushed out of the way and his mouth was on her. A sudden jolt shot through her entire body when his tongue licked up her core. Oh god, he was so much better than her hand.

He wasn't slow or kind, but deviously fast and furious with her body. He knew what made her tip over the edge and how to get her there. The arousal grew like wildfire as his tongue skillfully drew out sinful sounds from her that she didn't even know were possible.

"Lazarus," she moaned as her eyes rolled back, "oh god, don't stop-" he pushed his thick fingers into her core and curled them to reach that sweet spot inside her. It was fast when the waves of ecstasy crashed down on her. Her limbs went weak and she collapsed on the bed.

Before she could gather her wits, she felt the weight on the bed shift, she looked at the man between her legs who was threateningly large everywhere, especially his thick erection. He lifted her leg and placed it over his shoulder, letting him close the remaining gap between them. His eyes darkened with desire and a dangerous need, it warned her that he wasn't going to be stopped now. She was at his mercy.

Her core pulsed as he pushed that thick head into her tight channel, the walls of her body stretched to swallow him, greedily trying to take all of his thickness. She arched off the bed as he inched deeper and deeper reaching her womb, everything inside her had been lit of fire, she burned in his heat, it was too much and she afraid she wasn't going to be able to handle it.

"Sophia," his carnal voice called out to her, she looked at him, "focus on me, baby." Before anything registered, he thrusted hard into her body. She gasped out and had never felt so full in her life.

She covered her mouth and tried to control her breath, but Lazarus didn't waste another second. He slammed into her and did it over and over again, ruthlessly taking control and destroying her body. His shaft was thick inside her that every inch of her felt him only. Her body wasn't her own, it was his.

Thrusting in her core without mercy, she couldn't breathe. All she could feel was her body speeding towards an orgasm. Her entire mind went numb with the way the pleasure that consumed her, she felt the wave climbing and her core tightening around his shaft.

She moaned his name or for god, she didn't know anything at this point. Her hands gripped the silk sheets under her and gave in to the hurricane ready to swallow her. Just as the orgasm reached its pinnacle, he put her legs around his waist and leaned over her, his mouth on her neck tasted her skin, his hands cupped her breasts and he pinched the hardened peaks that it was painful but immorally hot.

"Are you mine?" his voice was a thick growl.

"Yes," she answered breathlessly. "I'm only yours." He thrusted into her body just as his mouth latched onto her neck and he bit down viciously. She came hard and so did he, filling her up with his seed, it overflowed, she felt it trickling down her thighs.

Through the daze, she realized that he marked her. He licked up her neck and soothed the slight sting she felt from that. "Did you mark me just now?" she asked softly.

Lazarus's green eyes met hers and he gave a curt nod. "Did I hurt you?" he asked.

"No, it felt good," she answered making him grin. She brought his mouth to hers, his tongue plunged between her teeth to meet hers that was right there to taste him. As his mouth pulled her into the haze of ecstasy, she sensed his cock thicken inside her again, she moaned and he swallowed the sound.

Lazarus pulled out of her lustfully, like he knew that she was aching and sensitive, but intended to make a mess out of her. His hardened shaft throbbed, as he moved his hips away from her, she felt a painful emptiness in her body. She whimpered against his mouth and he smiled knowingly, but he didn't listen to her pleads. He continued to steal sweet kisses from her mouth, catching her bottom lip in his teeth and then sucking on her tongue just like her core begged for his shaft again.

"Lazarus," she bemoaned.

"Yes, baby?" he asked as he got distracted by her breasts. He licked and sucked with a leisure pace, taking the hardened peak into his mouth and gently tugging to leave her aching.

"Don't pull out," she whimpered.

Lazarus's green eyes grew carnal, he put his hands by her shoulders, compressing the mattress. "What do you want from me, Sophia?" He pushed a bit of his shaft into her, stretching her tight hole, but it wasn't enough.

"I- I-" she couldn't put the words together since all she could think of was the pleasure he caused as he toyed with her.

A hand collared her throat. "Keep your eyes on me," his voice darkened, "and tell me what you need."

She looked into his eyes, biting her lip, her stomach plummeted and she grew hotter by the second. "I need you," she trembled as she spoke those words, "make me come again." He thrusted into her core, that was scorching hot and begging to be filled to the hilt. His thick shaft was enough to make her breathless and yearning.

He moved with control, slowly inching into her and then pulling out, she didn't know this could be done with her body. He awakened something shameless inside her that only he could satisfy. As he thrusted in and out of her, his breath harshened and his own pleasure overwhelmed him.

Sophia ran her fingers across his broad, tough back. "Lazarus," she called out and he looked at her. She guided him onto the bed and she straddled his waist with him under her now. She pulled off the nightgown and tossed it somewhere on the floor.

He took her hands in his, lacing their fingers together as she settled comfortably on top of him, it was harder than she thought from his size, she felt as if he reached her stomach. However, as difficult as it was to breathe, seeing Lazarus on his back and under her, she wouldn't change anything about this moment. She rolled her hips on him and let his throbbing shaft nestle deeper inside her core. He growled under her and she loved that sound.

Suddenly, Lazarus let her hands go and gripped her hips just before he plunged into her core reaching a spot she never thought possible. She gaped down at his grinning face.

"Hmmm, seems like I hit a sensitive spot," he remarked as he did it again and again, she had no idea what happened and how he gained control over her again when she was the one on top. "Come for me, sweetheart-" he ruthlessly thrusted deep inside her- "I want you dripping all over my cock."

The rush of pleasure hit her like a truck, she was gasping for air as he abused that sweet spot inside her body and sought to consume her. Before she knew it, she was coming again, her eyes closed or she blacked out. All she knew was that Lazarus moved her.

"Again," he growled as he got up swiftly with her on top of him and pinned her forcefully onto the bed again, his cock twitched inside her and she realized that he was still hard. He thrusted into her, taking what was his like a beast. Sensitive from earlier, it didn't take long for her to explode from pleasure and so did he.

She collapsed on the bed and her legs trembled, his rough hands gently caressed her hips as he pulled his cock out of her core leaving her empty but sated.

He kissed her neck and breathed in deeply. "Fuck, you smell like me," he grumbled. "Your soft skin holds my scent and my mark now." He trailed his mouth over to her breasts leaving his mark on the white globes too. She felt his thick fingers enter her core, she flinched a little, it was a lot more sensitive than she thought. "I've reached the deepest part of you," he whispered against her mouth, "and filled you until your overflowing with just me." He rubbed her clit under his rough palm. "Keep it all inside you," he grinned, "I want your body to remember who it belongs to." He kissed her, his tongue was hypnotic, meeting every thrust or pull with his own leisure speed. Her hips rolled as he kept his hand right between the juncture of her legs.

Lazarus broke the kiss and trailed down her body, his lips kissing her stomach over her navel to her core, he licked over her core and dove into her as if he needed to taste her and feel her come on his tongue. She combed her fingers in his hair and watched as his hazy green eyes darken with lust for her.

She bit back her moan and covered her mouth but his name escaped her lips over and over again. His tongue played with her clit, he controlled the little bud with just the right amount of pressure, that it drove her wild. She writhed under him unable to control herself as he drew out another orgasm from her, she lost count at this point.

"Oh god," she moaned out, "Lazarus-" his strong arm held her hips down, as another storm brewed to take her away, she bit her lip until it hurt but it was the only way to keep her on this planet. Fuck, her eyes rolled back and she came on his mouth. Sophia's heart was pounding in her ears, she couldn't feel her legs or any other part of her.

Lazarus kissed her thigh and it was clear from his eyes alone that he wasn't done. Before she could stop him and tell him to let her rest even for a second, she was tossed onto her stomach, he pulled her from her hips and onto her knees in front of him.

"Your legs are shaking," he bemused.

"No- Lazarus, I can't," she protested, when suddenly, he spanked her. She lurched forward and gasped out his name. He did it again and she couldn't tell if it hurt or made her wetter.

He raked his fingers down her leg. "Your pussy is begging me to fuck you again." He kissed the small of her back when she felt his throbbing shaft against her leg, he was hard and big again. "What should I do, sweetheart?" he asked as he rubbed his cock back and forth over her swollen clit. "Do you want me inside you?" He pulled her up and brought her up against his body, she felt his mouth on her neck as he moved her hair onto her other shoulder, his arm held her securely as she felt his cock pulsing against her core.

She couldn't take it anymore, laying her head back on his shoulder, she whispered in his ear; "Fuck me, please." His laugh made her stomach melt like molten lava.

"Hold onto the bed," he growled. Sophia grabbed the headboard as he slammed into her core, stretching her open and claiming her.

It was primitive to be taken this way. She felt the restrictions of her own body as he rocked his shaft into her with speed. She held on to the bed as he held her hips and consumed her with everything he had. A powerful surge of that dark musk covered the room or maybe it oozed out of her skin too, but she sensed it all around her. It reminded her of the wolf, like he had stepped out of the dark to see her being taken this way.

"Lazarus," she gasped, it was too much for her to handle, she couldn't control herself or hold back as she was overcome. "Please- oh fuck, I'm coming-" the walls of her core convulsed against his shaft and she ruptured all over him just like he had too.

Sophia couldn't feel her body, her legs were like jelly and so were her arms, she was about to collapse but Lazarus caught her first. He wrapped his arms around her and cradled her between his legs, her ear was against his chest, she heard his heart hammering just like hers.

"Are you okay?" he whispered softly.

"I can't feel my legs," she said making him laugh. Astounded, she smacked his arm but it was a weak hit.

Lazarus raked his fingers into her hair and tugged her head back to face his striking eyes. He didn't need to say anything because she sensed the primal heat radiate off him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, teasing him with soft kisses and not letting him deepen them.

"How do you want me, Lazarus?" She hovered over his lips. "On my back, my knees or maybe on top of you again-" his eyes widened with alertness like the predator he was- "I'll do anything," she guided his hand over to her breast and then down to her soaking wet core, "since I'm madly in love with you." A vulnerable ache went through her when she saw the disarmed look in Lazarus's eyes. He couldn't even form words, which made her smile.

He simply lifted her and laid back on the bed, tenderly kissing her lips, softly kneading her legs which calmed the ache in them. This was different from earlier, it was like he was comforting her... cherishing the time they had in this little world made just for them.

"Sophia," his voice rasped, "you have me. All of me. I will love you every single day and protect you with my life. This heart of mine that was frozen for a long time finally beats again because of you... only for you."

She laid her hand on his heart, it was thundering beneath her palm. "If only I could mark you," she jested.

He kissed her palm then the pulse on her wrist, he licked the small nerve that jumped when his teeth marked her skin. "You have marked me," he put her hand back over his heart, "right here. I'm yours, baby."

She laughed at him. "You're quite romantic."

"I'm not," his tone was indifferent, "this part of me is only for you, the rest of the world could go to hell for all I care."

"You don't mean that," she said. "You care about a lot of people."

Lazarus nipped her neck teasingly as his hands roamed her down body, his smouldering eyes festered with need again. "I don't know about others but I care about you, so be a good girl and spread your legs for me." She did and he made a deep, throaty sound from satisfaction.

She met his lips with a kiss, slow and sweet, he guided her into a dream of ecstasy. He braced his hands under her knees, pushing them apart and higher as he angled into her pulsing core, that stretched to fit him. Taking his time, he felt every part of her core. She fell into his spell as he pushed in and pulled out tenderly like he'd break her if he went too fast.

Sophia put her hands around his corded neck and then down his shoulders that were taut. "So, you can be gentle," she reproached.

Lazarus continued to thrust into her core slowly as he bent over her and kissed her mouth. "I told you already," he said, "I'm gentle... at times."

She smiled against his mouth. "How gracious of you," she remarked.

Suddenly, Lazarus thrusted viciously surprising her. "Don't taunt me, Sophia," he warned. Sophia tightened her core around his shaft, he stiffened from that dangerously hot sensation. "I was letting you rest," he grumbled.

She knew that, but she couldn't resist any longer. "I just want to feel you," she confessed. There was an ache in her body that desperately called for his touch. She needed him. A part of her burned with desire so strong that it consumed her, but then another side of her was content to be in his arms knowing that she was his and he was hers.

His unrelenting green eyes glinted off the moonlight, his shaft inside her pulsed hotly that she arched her hips into him, urging him to not worry about her body but instead satisfy both of them.

She held onto him as he dove his shaft into her core that captivated her each time. She ran her hands down his tattooed body realizing that scars ran through each part of his skin, it ached in her heart just from thinking what was done to him.

He noticed the tears in her eyes and stopped. "Why-"

She gathered him close, she laid her lips on the scar between his neck and shoulder, leaving a warm kiss. "I want to replace every scar," she said through a shuddering breath.

His eyes darkened over hers. "I'm sorry," he said.

"Why are you-"

"Because these scars can't be removed," he explained. "What was done to me left more scars inside me then on my body-"

"And I wouldn't change a thing about you-" she professed. He laid his head on her chest, his breath broken. She held him taking his weight and loving the feel of his body on hers.

He lured her up making her straddle his waist. Her arms locked around his neck and his hands held her hips steady. She took them both to their climax which erupted just before both of them confessed their love over and over again.