Wheeler spun around and shouted, “I killed them in human form!” His voice tightened. “Not all, but in the end. It wasn’t fair to make my wolf do all the dirty work; I had to carry my share of the blame. I’d finally embraced the monster I’d become.”

“Please, don’t go.” I slipped my hands around his sides and kissed his chest. “I trust you, Wheeler. I trust you won’t hurt me. Please…”

In a swift motion, he lifted me by my waist and spun me around, placing my back to the door as he laved my breasts. His body hummed with desire, whiskers scratching my neck until his lips met with mine. A low growl settled in his chest, and I held on tightly as he pressed himself against me.

Wheeler unleashed his repressed desires, and our kiss became frenzied. My legs wrapped around his waist.

My God… this man possessed so much passion that he consumed me with it.

Chapter 16

I’d never had a man crave me the way Wheeler did. Every movement of his body against mine was insatiable and animalistic. I’d only been with men for superficial reasons, and sex was sex. But the emotional connection threading between us amplified everything. Wheeler confiding in me acted like an accelerant that ignited a spark into a roaring inferno. The deeper and darker his secrets, the more connected we became.

My thoughts scattered as I kissed him hurriedly, as if we only had moments to consume each other before the world ended.

A rip sounded between our kisses.

“What was that?” he asked out of breath, kissing my neck.

“April’s baggy jeans. I think I’ve outgrown them. Are you sure you can handle all this?”

To answer my question, he reached behind my jeans, found the hole, and ripped it wide. A rush of tingles surged through me and I kissed him deeply. Wheeler held my waist and walked me toward the bed where he threw me down like a sack of laundry.

I bounced and looked up at his predatory eyes. “Now I know how poor little Red Riding Hood felt when the Big Bad Wolf looked at her. Are you like this with all your prey?”

“No,” he said with a throaty growl, devouring me with his eyes.

Wheeler was probably a man who contained his passion in the bedroom, and seeing how combustible he was with me sent a shiver up my spine.

“What?” I asked, noticing his hesitation.

“Just wondering if you’re going to punish me for ripping your pants.”

I got on my knees and crawled toward him like a panther. When I reached around his jeans, I felt the butterfly knife in his back pocket. I pulled it out and stroked the cold metal down his stomach. “Show me a trick.”

He took the knife, and I lay on my back beneath him with my legs slung over the edge.

“Move out of the way,” he said. “I might drop it on you.”