I'd been in a deep sleep but the sensation of someone's hand running down my arm immediately alerts my brain. Unexpected human touch does something to me, electrocutes me with fear and panic, and I gasp as I quickly sit up and blindly throw an arm out. My fist gets caught in mid-air and a hand gently pries my fingers open, soft lips placing a kiss on the center of my palm.

"Shh," A voice whispers. It takes less than a second for me to realize it's Wolfe and I calm down instantly. Embarrassment makes my face warm and I'm thankful for the dark because he can't see. "It's just me, baby girl. I'm sorry I scared you."

I feel his hands grip my waist before he pulls me against him for a hug. I throw one leg over to straddle him, my arms going around his neck and holding on to him tightly. "Hey. I didn't mean to freak out."

"It's okay," His hand rubs circles on my back and I can feel the tension leaving my body. "I was just checking up on you. I got held up at the gym later than I thought."

"Training that intensely?"

"That and...I kind of did something."

I pull back to look at him. The dark makes it hard to see his face but there's enough moonlight in the room that I can tell his features are sheepish. My eyes narrow on him. "That sounds suspicious."

He chuckles under his breath and shrugs. "I, um, talked. To Asher and Coach."

"What?" I blurt in shock. Okay, definitely didn't see that one coming. I know he's been wanting to talk to the other guys but it still seemed like he wasn't going to do it anytime soon. "Out loud? Like, you talked talked?"

"I did," He smiles a little self-consciously and ducks his head. "It went pretty well."

"What did you say to them?"

"I talked to both of them about my business with Dante. Asher had me figured out so I knew it was time to confront him and Coach...I asked for his help. I'm in over my head here and I need him to have my back because it's too dangerous."

Relief like I've never known it slams into me. Ever since Wolfe told me he's been working with a notoriously ruthless street gang I've been coming up with all kind of scenarios of him getting hurt. Greg is someone he can trust and someone who will help him. I still wish he wasn't doing this but involving Greg makes it bearable. I cup his face now, grinning wide. "I'm so proud of you, baby. How do you feel?"

"Good," He laughs a little. "Really good. It wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. I didn't even think, you know? I just did it and then I felt dumb that I made such a big deal out of speaking to begin with. It felt natural."

"Look at you," I pinch his cheeks and he scowls, batting my hands away while they flush in embarrassment. I laugh. "So, I'm guessing you talking didn't stop Greg from kicking your ass?"

"Tell me about it," He mumbles. "I got the lecture of a lifetime. He yelled at me for half an hour straight about how he expected more from me, how I let him down and let myself down, and how maybe I should go back to shutting up because I clearly don't know how to use my mouth and brain at the same time. He said that at least when I was mute I was making good decisions."

"Holy shit," Laughter bubbles out of me and I quickly cover my mouth. I know this isn't funny but Greg kind of said all the things I wanted to say to Wolfe when I found out. I'm way too appeased. "Harsh stuff."

Wolfe nods solemnly. "Then he punched me in the gut for lying to him all these months, said I had every opportunity to go to him but I lied to his face repeatedly. I deserved it."

I run my fingers through his hair and push it out of his face. He's been growing it out lately. His beard too. He's starting to look like a brooding Tarzan and I have to admit, I like it. "He's just worried about you. All of his students have been in danger before and he almost lost half of them. He probably couldn't handle another. I mean, Jesus Christ, what the hell is up with you Fighter's Den men? Look at the shit you get caught up in. Go for a walk or something instead."

Wolfe chuckles, burying his face in my neck and groaning deeply. I start massaging his shoulders because I can tell how wound up they are from training and he sags against me. "He got over it after laying out on me. I told him about my past, every detail I could remember, and he said he'll look into it and ask around. Then he called in Asher and punched him too for not fessing up when he found out. Made the two of us train for hours straight without stopping. He's had enough of our shit."

"Someone has to keep you boys in line," I agree. "You're all a bunch of knuckleheads, you know that?"

"I know," He kisses my neck and pulls away to look at me. "What did you do today?"

"Ran out to run a few errands. Filled up more pages of my sketchbook. The usual."

"Tired? We can turn in for the night."

I raise a brow. "Call me crazy but I distinctly remember you saying we were going to have sex when you got back."

It's hilarious that even in the dark I can see the way the tips of his ears go red. "Well, I came home later than I thought I would and you were sleeping. I'm sure you want to call it a day."

"I really don't," I say in a sultry voice, dipping my head until my lips brush his ear. "The only thing I want to call is your name over and over again while you fuck me."

I hear the way his breath catches, feel his heart skip a beat in his chest that's plastered to mine. Already I can feel my pulse pounding between my legs in anticipation. I don't want to wait anymore. I want him.

"Are you sure?" He whispers, his hands already slipping under my tank and grazing my bare torso. His featherlight touch breaks me out into a chill.

"Are you?" I throw back. My fingers slide along his scalp until I'm gripping his hair at the back of his head, tugging the slightest bit to tilt it back. I keep my eyes locked on his, rocking in his lap leisurely and watching the way his face contorts like he's in pain. I can feel how hard he is for me. "Do you want me, Wolfe?"

"I told you Melanie," He says gruffly, his hands snaking up under my tank until he's cupping my breasts. My mouth parts slightly in pleasure, my breath picking up. "I crave you."

He barely gets that last word out before I crash my lips over his. I nudge his mouth with mine and he opens up for me, letting me suck his tongue into my mouth. His answering groan travels down into my throat and I moan back when I feel his fingers slipping under my bra and squeezing my tits. I arch into his touch when I feel his thumb playing with my piercings, needing so much more. I kiss him harder and rock against him faster, the lust we're enveloped in exploding and spiralling out of control. We're greedy for each other, become messy in the way we grab for each other. I tug at his shirt at the same time he takes off my tank top, pulling at the straps of my bra next. I unhook it with one flick and then that's off too and our naked chests press against each other.

Wolfe finally yanks his mouth away from mine and starts kissing down my neck, sucking as he goes and pinching my nipples. My head falls back and it's all I can do to try and catch my breath. I cry out when I feel his lips wrap around one of my nipples, feel his tongue flick it before he sucks it into his mouth. He makes a noise of approval in the back of his throat, one hand squeezing the breast he has his mouth on and the other hand sliding down into my sleep shorts. I spread my legs wider just as two of his fingers slip past my wet folds and push into me.

"Oh!" My hands clutch his bare shoulders tighter to try and ground myself. I lift up and down on his fingers, fucking his hand, going crazy at the sensation of his calloused skin rubbing the softest part of me. His fingers push in further, his large knuckles nudging at my entrance, right before his fingers curl and press against a new spot entirely. I gasp again. "Oh my God. Yes."

Wolfe does it again and watches my face intently. Like everything else, he's observant even during intimacy and makes sure I enjoy everything he's doing. He picks up on what gets me off and what doesn't and only ever delivers the best. That's why I'm so anxious to have him inside of me. All we've done the past twenty-four hours is foreplay and now I want the real thing.

"Off," I command breathlessly, tugging at the hem of his sweatpants. Without taking his fingers out of me he rolls us until I'm pinned under him. He uses one hand to take off his sweats and boxers, all the while pumping his fingers in and out of me faster. I follow suit a moment later and yank my shorts and panties down. He's forced to take his hand away but as soon as I'm naked he pushes his fingers back in. This time his eyes fall to my pussy and he watches with unreserved awe. I spread my legs wider and let him see as much of me as he can, tempting him and wanting him to lose control. His eyes flash right before his head dips for a taste and I moan as his tongue licks me up and down, my hands fisting in the sheets tightly. "Wolfe. I need you."

He sucks my clit into his mouth, earning another cry from me. All at once his fingers and lips leave me and he stands to his full height above me. I watch curiously, breathlessly, as he wraps a hand around himself and starts pumping his length. His eyes stay trained on mine when he demands, "Play with yourself. Watch me watch you."

I blink in surprise at his boldness. He's usually a lot more reserved in bed but it looks like he's missing all of that restraint now. The look in his eyes is feral and the heat in them pins me to the spot. I hold his stare while my hand snakes down to my body, my middle finger rubbing slow circles around my clit. Wolfe watches me, and I watch him. Jesus, this is intense.

My gaze scans him from head to toe, his harsh and rugged face that's so interesting to look at I was hooked from the start. His hair is wild and unkempt, longer than usual too. My eyes go to his body, his broad shoulders and chest, a chest adorned in intricate tattoos that cover both his pecs and bleed out onto his arms all the way down to his hands. He's art, everywhere. I can feel my eyes hood when they land on his cock, enormous and angry while he pumps himself harder and gets closer to the edge watching me. He's a masterpiece I'll never get tired of admiring, a silent beast that's claimed me for good.

I'm so turned on looking at him that I can feel my thighs clench in warning. My abdomen tightens and I know I'm seconds away from reaching climax.

Before I can blink my hands are pinned above my head and Wolfe is leaning over me. I gasp in surprise. I didn't even see him move. He stares down at me, mouth curling on one corner. "You're not coming unless it's all over my cock, Melanie."

Holy shit. What's gotten into him? I'm so stunned that I nod wordlessly, unable to actually form words right now. I don't know what's happening but this, what's happening with us, is bringing out another side to him entirely. He closes the rest of the distance between us, claiming my mouth and giving me wide and dirty kisses. His hands snake to the back of my thighs and he wraps my legs around his waist. When his cock brushes against me we both groan. My body is trembling with excitement and frustration and I claw at his back when his kisses become harder.

"Condom," I mumble into his mouth. "Top drawer."

He releases my lips, kisses me hard once, and then another time, and then turns around to open the drawer and rifle through it. I eye his ass unashamedly because it's as perfect as the rest of him. And when he turns around, condoms in hand, the view from the front is just as nice. Wolfe tears away one packet from the string of condoms, opening the foil with his teeth and takes it out. He looks at the condom quizzically for a moment, inspecting it from all angles.

"Let me," I sit up. "Lie back against the pillows. I'm going to ride you, anyways."

"You are?" His eyes cut to mine, needy and full of desire.

"Yeah. I like being on top."

He nods and hands me the condom, arranging my pillows against the headboard and settling on the bed with his legs stretched out in front of him. I crawl over to him on my knees and place the condom on him, unfurling it until he's completely covered. It looks like a good fit so I was right to go with extra large when I bought them today. I grab the headboard above Wolfe's shoulder and our eyes clash.

"You're sure?" I ask quietly.

"Without a doubt," He runs the back of his fingers down my face. "You?"

"Never had one," I smile.

Both of us look down as I grab his cock and slowly lower my body onto it. The tip of him nudges into me and we both suck in our breaths, eyes meeting again. They stay on each other as I sink down the rest of the way and don't stop until he's all the way inside of me. My mouth falls open from the sheer pleasure and Wolfe's eyes pinch shut, releasing a string of curses under his breath. There's a sting of discomfort because I've never had anyone his size inside of me but it doesn't take me long to adjust and once I do, I can't even fathom how good he feels.

"Wolfe," I gasp and already my body is trembling. I didn't have a chance to orgasm but I came close and I know that as soon as he starts moving inside of me I'll fall apart.

"You feel unbelievable," He chokes out, his hold on my hips tightening. I watch his Adam's apple bob as he swallows hard. "Goddamn unbelievable."

"So do you," I breathe. I can feel him everywhere. He's so long, so thick, I feel him in the deepest parts of me and it's so good I can't catch my breath. My fingers dig into his shoulders as I rise up until he's almost out of me, and then come back down even harder. My moan meets his cuss and we hold each other tighter. I cup his face, my thumb brushing across his lips. "Open your eyes for me."

He does, and when our stares clash I feel something unfurl in my chest. I feel like I'm exploding from the inside out as I start to move and hold his gaze the whole time. We watch each other as I ride him, never once looking away, only observing the pleasure we're giving each other. One of his hands leaves my hip to travel up my spine until he's gripping the back of my neck, pushing me toward him. He captures my mouth in a searing kiss, his other hand sliding down to take hold of my ass and urge me on. I pick up my pace and ride him faster. I can feel my thighs burning from the effort but it doesn't slow me down because I'm too greedy for him. Sex has never felt like this. Every part of me is honed in, nothing tuned out, and it's so overwhelming that I can't decide if I want to stop or keep going.

"Wolfe," I cry into his mouth when I feel tension building low in my stomach. I know it'll be a matter of seconds for me now. "Oh my God, I'm so close."

He grips the back of my neck tighter, kisses me harder, before biting down on my lip and pulling away. His harsh and unsteady breaths fan my face as he pushes up to drill into me.

"How can you feel so good, Melanie?" He groans. He sounds tortured. "You're so wet. So tight. I can't fuckin' hold on anymore."

He slams into me harder, using his grip on me to keep me in place. I clutch the headboard tighter and bury my face in his neck, my moans growing louder and louder. Our bodies are sweaty and cling to each other, making loud slapping sounds with every thrust he gives me. My walls squeeze in warning and Wolfe growls, his fingers practically bruising my skin.

"I want you to come with me," He pants. I pull back to look down at him, bouncing in his lap faster, and searching his tortured face. His hand smooths back the strands of hair plastered to my forehead and down until he wraps his fist around it. He tugs hard enough that my head snaps back and I gasp, my eyes fluttering shut as his lips suck on my neck. He bites down hard enough to break skin and my gasp turns into a deep groan, loving the bit of roughness. I'm usually in control when I have sex but Wolfe has asserted his dominance on me, wanting some control too and clearly taking it. It makes the sex feel like a fight, a battle, and God, that's enticing. "C'mon, Mel. Fall with me."

"Yes," I beg, rocking in his lap now. The grinding takes me there faster because my clit rubs against him each time I push forward. My hand snakes between us to press it in circles. Wolfe's lips continue their descent until he's sucking on my chest, marking me with his lips and teeth. He captures one nipple with his mouth, the other at mercy of his fingers as he tugs and pinches. It's all so much that I snap and lose all of my control. "Wolfe!"

"Fuckin' hell," He groans deep and low. His arms wind around my waist tightly and he crushes me to him. I feel his cock twitch inside of me and I know he's coming too. "Jesus, fuck."

My walls squeeze him over and over again, hungry for the sensation it brings and how it makes me orgasm even harder. I'm trembling everywhere and unable to hold myself up. I clutch into him tightly as my body shakes and rides every wave out. Wolfe is right there with me, panting and shaking. It feels like forever before both of us finally go limp and sink into each other. I bring my head down to catch his lips, my mouth opening and closing over his with unhurried speed. He kisses me back at the same pace and his lips feel as swollen as they look. But they're soft and tender and the complete opposite of the way he took me just now. We pull away slowly, a tangle of limbs, as we stare at each other. The moment is so intense it feels like I'm on fire. Maybe that's why I start trembling again.

"Are you okay?" He whispers and rubs his hands up and down my arms slowly. I look down and realize I have goosebumps.

"I'm okay," I whisper back and look at him again. I swallow hard, trying to think of how to say everything that I'm feeling right now. "I felt you. The whole time. That never happens with me. I'm...overwhelmed. But in a good way."

"I'm glad," He leans forward to kiss me again, short and sweet before he pulls back. "Was it good? Did I do it right?"

I laugh under my breath at his innocence. Seconds ago he was practically an animal clawing away at me and now he's unsure of himself. I wind my arms around his neck, kissing him softly. "You could never do it wrong, big guy. You know why?"

"Why?"

"Because it's you and me, baby."

His eyes soften and one corner of his mouth tilts up a millimetre, the lines on his face disappearing. "It was amazing for me, too. Everything I thought it would be and more."

I wiggle my brows. "You're not a virgin anymore. Do you feel like a badass yet?"

"No," He chuckles under his breath, taking hold of my palm and kissing the very centre. I tilt my head in curiosity.

"Why do you that?" I wonder aloud.

Amusement dances in his eyes and I have no idea why. "Remember the day I met you? When I punched that fucker for touching you?"

"How could I forget?" I retort drily. I can't believe I'd pegged the big guy as a chauvinistic pig for that.

"Well, after you yelled at me about not asking for my help, you gave me the finger. You know, in classic Melanie fashion."

"What?" I blink. "No, I didn't!"

"You did. And I know I should have been offended but I was intrigued. Your hands looked so small and harmless yet you were a forced to be reckoned with. It made me want to learn about who you really were and not who you pretended to be. These hands, that create beautiful art and touch me with so much care, are who you really are. I like kissing them."

I'm stunned. I have no idea what to say to that. I thought it was just a habit of his or something, not that it'd have such profound meaning. I shake my head slowly. "You really are something, you know that?"

He kisses me tenderly. "I'm something to you. And that's all that matters."

"Softy," I scoff, feeling my cheeks grow warm. Wolfe is good at the mushy stuff in the relationship. Me? I just try not to make an ass of myself. I'm too self-conscious.

He runs a hand through my hair, cupping one side of my face. "Don't be so tense, yeah? I know it's hard but I'd like you to let go with me sometimes, Mel."

I frown. "What? Just because I don't all that say sugar sweet stuff?"

His eyes are knowing and he smiles. "I know you wanted to be on top because it helped you feel in control. I saw it in your eyes. You never have sex unless you're on top do you?"

My heart skips a beat. Sometimes I forget how perceptive he is and right now I feel way too exposed that he saw through me. I get up from his lap and he slides out of me, his eyes closing briefly. I grab the sheets and pull them up to my chest, sitting on the edge of the bed and refusing to look at him.

"How did you know that?" I finally ask.

"Intuition," He answers softly. "It's okay. There's nothing wrong with that. I just want to know you believe I'd never hurt you. I want you to feel safe if you ever gave up control to me."

"I do feel safe with you," I sigh. Sometimes I feel like such a mess when I'm with him. He's so sweet and perfect and I'm the fuck up, the one with all these issues that make it hard to be with me. "Old habits are hard to kick. I'm so sorry, Wolfe."

I feel the bed shift and then his legs come around mine, his chest up against my back as he hugs me from behind. "Don't apologize. You haven't done anything wrong."

"No, but I'm not the easiest girlfriend, am I?"

"Mel. You know what I'm going to say to that."

"I know, I know." I relent and lean back against him. "You don't want easy. You want me."

"No matter what," I feel him kiss the back of my head.

I don't want our relationship to be this way. I don't want him to realize I'm constantly pulling back and then come chasing after me. I want to meet him halfway. I want this to work.

"Can I spend the night with you?" I whisper.

He kisses my shoulder before his chin settles on it. "I'd love that."

"And...you'll be there if I wake up and freak out?"

I feel his arms tighten around me, feel the safety and reassurance he's giving. "No matter what," He repeats.

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A/N

My motherfucking heart and coochie are done for!!! DONE FOR!!!!

These two holy wow. So hot in bed first of all and the sweetness after that? I can't handle it. I feel their connection so deeply I have to wonder if this is normal? And you're telling me it's only going to get better? Yes. Please!

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