The drive home from the party was quiet, the hum of the engine the only sound between us. Peter's eyes stayed fixed on the road, his jaw clenched, fingers gripping the wheel so tightly I half expected it to snap under the pressure.
Guilt gnawed at me. I turned my gaze to the window, watching the trees blur past. "I'm sorry, Peter," I murmured.
His grip eased just enough for him to slide one hand from the wheel and rest it on my thigh, his touch grounding me. "You haven't done anything to be sorry for, Little Wolf."
I swallowed hard. "I shouldn't have let him touch me."
His fingers flexed against my skin, his voice firm when he spoke. "You didn't let him do anything."
"Why are you so mad?" I turned my gaze back to him, studying the hard set of his jaw, the way his grip on the wheel had barely loosened. His expression softened just a little, but the fire in his eyes hadn't gone out.
"You shouldn't have had to deal with a little asshole like that," he said, voice tight. "But you handled it—because he was just a sniveling teenage boy. That Alpha, though—he looked at you the same way."
"At the diner?" I asked, my stomach twisting at the memory.
"That's the one." His fingers twitched against the steering wheel. "And he thinks you're weak. He knows I'm not as strong as I used to be. So it's only a matter of time before he makes his presence known again."
I reached for his hand, lacing my fingers through his, offering what comfort I could. "I can handle it, Peter," I said softly. "We can handle it."
"You still have a lot to learn," he said, his voice edged with something I couldn't quite place—guilt, maybe. Regret. "I've been keeping you from seeing what you can be. Maybe I should take you back to Derek's loft until it's done."
I froze. "So you want to get rid of me?" The idea sent a sharp, unexpected pain through my chest. My hands curled into fists at my sides. "You don't get to push me away just when I've gotten so close."
"You've gotten too close," he said, his voice rough, like the words scraped against something raw inside him. "Closer than anyone has in a long time. That's what makes it dangerous for you to be with me. I can see it now."
I swallowed hard, my throat tight. "So the 'I'm yours' thing was just words?" My voice wavered, but I held my ground, staring him down despite the sting behind my eyes.
His silence cut deeper than any answer could.
"Well, you're mine, Peter," I whispered fiercely, "And I'm not giving you up."
"I just can't risk losing anyone else I love," he muttered, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. His voice was barely more than a breath, but it carried the weight of something heavy, something buried deep.
My chest ached at his words. Love. He hadn't meant to say it, I could tell. But it was there, slipping through the cracks of his defenses.
"You're not losing me," I said, my voice softer now, steady despite the storm brewing between us. The word I had been afraid to put to all of this, all of him, settled in my heart like it had always belonged there—love.
I reached for his hand, threading my fingers through his, grounding him. "You'll only lose me if you keep pushing me away." I squeezed his hand, trying to make him understand. "I want you, Peter. Not because I think you're going to save me. I don't want to be saved." I turned to face him fully, my next words quiet but certain. "Especially not from you."
"I wish it were that easy," he murmured, his voice losing some of its sharp edges as he pulled the car to a stop in front of the cabin. The engine hummed for a moment before he shut it off, plunging us into a silence that felt almost fragile, like one wrong move would shatter it.
He turned to me, his gaze softer now but still weighted with something unspoken. His fingers traced my cheek before he cupped my face, his palm warm against my skin.
"You are mine, Little Wolf," he said, his tone low and certain, as if the words themselves could anchor me to him. His thumb brushed over my cheekbone, lingering like he was memorizing the feel of me. "I'm sorry if I made you doubt that."
There was something raw in his eyes, something that made my chest tighten. He wasn't just apologizing for tonight—he was apologizing for all the ways he had tried to push me away, for every time his fear had spoken louder than his heart.
I leaned into his touch, letting my eyes flutter closed for just a second. "I never doubted you," I whispered. "I just need you to stop doubting yourself."
His breath hitched, barely perceptible, before he pulled me closer, resting his forehead against mine. For a moment, we just stayed like that, breathing each other in, caught in the space between wanting and fearing what it meant to truly belong to someone.
"Take me inside," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper, but I knew he heard it. Knew he felt the weight behind those words.
Peter's gaze locked onto mine, something flickering in the depths of his eyes—something raw, something unguarded. His fingers traced along my cheek, just for a second, before his lips pressed softly against my forehead. The tenderness of it sent a shiver through me.
"I'll take you anywhere you want to go, Little Wolf," he murmured, the promise in his voice settling deep in my bones.
Without hesitation, he stepped out of the car and moved around to my side. His strong hands slipped beneath me, and in one fluid motion, he lifted me into his arms as if I weighed nothing. My arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, holding onto him as he carried me toward the cabin, each step slow and deliberate.
The night air was cool, but his warmth surrounded me, making me feel safe—claimed. The world outside faded into the background, the sound of the trees swaying, the distant calls of the wild, all of it nothing compared to the steady beat of his heart beneath my hand.
As we crossed the threshold, the door closing behind us, I knew there was no place else I'd rather be.
No place else I belonged more than here.
With him.
—-
"What are you reading, Little Wolf?" Peter's brow raised. I lifted the book off my lap and showed him the title: Sex Magic for Beginners. "I see," his lips tugged into a smirk, "And why are you reading that?"
"Lydia said I should figure out what I like and tell you what I want," I said. "This one looks interesting," I pointed to the illustration.
Peter chuckled, "That one would require you to be upside down, Little Wolf."
He leaned against the couch, amusement dancing in his eyes as he reached for the book. His fingers brushed mine as he took it from my hands, flipping through a few pages with a knowing smirk.
"Interesting choice of research material," he mused, glancing over the elaborate illustrations. "Though I have to wonder if Lydia suggested this as an educational pursuit or for her own entertainment."
I shrugged. "She said knowledge is power."
"That it is," he murmured, handing the book back to me. His fingers traced lazily over my wrist before he sat back, watching me with that predatory glint that always sent a thrill through me.
"So," he continued, tilting his head, "have you found anything else that interests you?"
I bit my lip, flipping through a few more pages before stopping on one that made my cheeks burn. "Maybe," I admitted.
Peter chuckled, leaning in just a little closer. "Then tell me, Little Wolf… what do you want?"
"This one is called the Lotus," I said, "Can we do that?" I showed him the image. The male figure sitting cross-legged, while the female figure sat on his lap.
Peter studied the page for a moment before a slow, knowing smirk curled at his lips. He took the book from my hands, setting it aside without breaking eye contact.
"Oh, that one," he mused, his voice dropping into that low, teasing tone that always sent a shiver down my spine. "Yes, we can do that, Little Wolf." His fingers trailed lightly over my thigh. "In fact, I think you'll like it quite a bit."
I swallowed, my breath catching as he shifted closer, his gaze dark and hungry. "Will you show me?" I asked, my voice softer now, laced with anticipation.
His hands gripped my hips, tugging me effortlessly into his lap. "Oh, I'll show you," he murmured, his lips grazing my ear. "But something tells me you'll be wanting a lot more than just a demonstration."
My arms moved around his neck, and I looped my legs around his waist, just like the image. I bit my lip as I locked my gaze with his. I rolled my hips. Gasping as I felt the brush of his cotton boxers rub against my sensitive flesh.
"I don't think this is right," I groaned as I rolled my hips again, "it feels good. But I don't think you're supposed to be wearing these. I let my hand slide to his waist tugging at the elastic waistband.
He smirked as he shifted beneath me, his hands gripping my hips to keep me steady. "You're quite the eager student, aren't you, Little Wolf?"
I leaned in, letting my lips brush against his jaw as I whispered, "I just want to learn everything with you."
His chest rumbled with a low chuckle, his fingers tracing slow, teasing patterns along my thighs. "Then let's make sure we do this lesson properly," he murmured, his voice dark with promise.
With one smooth motion, he stood, carrying me effortlessly toward the bedroom. "No distractions," he mused. "No interruptions."
I tightened my legs around him, anticipation curling low in my belly. "Just you and me?"
His lips ghosted over mine, a wicked smirk still playing at the edges. "Just you and me, Little Wolf."
His finger trailed along my jaw as he looked down at me, seated on the bed.
"Can I try something else I learned first?" I asked him my voice laced with a mixture of hunger and curiosity.
"Show me," he said as he dropped his boxers on the floor. His eyes darkened as I leaned forward, pressing my lips to his stomach. My hands moved to his hips, massaging slowly as my l tongue tasted his flesh.
He let out a sharp breath, his fingers threading through my hair as I trailed my tongue lower. "You really have been studying," he murmured, his voice laced with amusement and something darker.
I smirked against his skin, looking up at him through my lashes. "I told you, I want to learn everything." My hands slid along his hips, nails scraping lightly as I took my time exploring him, savoring every reaction.
His grip tightened in my hair, a low growl rumbling from his chest. "Then don't stop now, Little Wolf."
I trailed one hand down his thigh and then back up. Fingertips ghosting lightly over his hardening length. The soft groan that escaped his lips urged me further. My fingers curled around him, moving slowly as my lips pressed slightly against the tip.
Peter's grip in my hair tightened slightly, his breath hitching as I parted my lips, teasing him with the warmth of my breath. "You're testing my patience, Little Wolf," he murmured, his voice rough with restraint.
I smirked, my tongue flicking out just enough to taste him. "I just want to do this right," I whispered before taking him deeper, savoring the way his entire body tensed beneath my touch.
"Fuck," he murmured as I pressed my lips along his length.
Slowly, he slid between my parted lips, the heat of him filling my mouth. A low moan escaped me, sending delicate vibrations along his length. I let my lips glide over him, pressing soft kisses along his length before tracing the sensitive skin with my tongue. Each deliberate movement sent a shiver through him, his grip tightening ever so slightly. I wrapped my fingers around the base, steadying him as I took him in again, deeper this time, my own soft gasp swallowed by the weight of the moment.
The taste of him lingered on my tongue, intoxicating in a way I hadn't expected. I moaned again, savoring the way his body reacted, the way he held himself still, as if barely restraining the urge to take control.
His grip on my hair tightened, a low growl rumbling in his chest. "You feel so good," he murmured, his voice rough, almost guttural. "So fucking good."
The praise sent a rush of warmth through me, and I moaned softly, the sound sending vibrations along his length. He cursed again, his hips jerking slightly, and I felt a thrill of power at the reaction I'd drawn from him. I'm doing this to him. The thought was intoxicating, and I leaned into it, taking him deeper, letting my lips glide over him with deliberate slowness.
His breath came in ragged gasps now, his fingers tangling in my hair, guiding me gently. "Just like that, Little Wolf," he whispered, his voice thick with need. "Fuck, just like that."
My mouth moved over him with growing confidence, each touch and flick of my tongue an exploration, a discovery of what made him shudder, what made his breath catch. I traced the vein along the underside of his shaft dragging my tongue in a slow, deliberate stroke. A strangled moan escaped him, his fingers tightening in my hair as his hips bucked, instinctive and uncontrolled.
I quickened my pace, my lips gliding over him with newfound urgency. His grip in my hair tightened, his breaths turning ragged. "I'm close," he growled, his voice strained, thick with need.
I didn't stop. I wanted to push him over the edge, to feel him come undone beneath my touch. Taking him deeper, I let my throat open for him, swallowing him whole as his hips jerked, a shudder racking through his body. His release spilled hot against my tongue, and I swallowed instinctively, my own body trembling from the intensity of the moment.
His fingers loosened in my hair, tilting my chin until my gaze met his. His eyes burned with something raw, something unspoken, and the way he looked at me made my pulse stutter.
Peter's thumb brushed over my swollen lips, his smirk laced with something darker, something possessive. "I think Lydia was onto something," he murmured, his voice still rough from his release.
I arched a brow, catching my breath. "Oh?"
His fingers traced the line of my jaw, his gaze flicking toward the book still open beside us. "You're a very fast learner, Little Wolf." His smirk deepened as he leaned in, his lips ghosting over mine. "But I think we're just getting started."
"I liked tasting you, Peter," I told him.
His eyes darkened at my words, his fingers tightening slightly under my chin. "Careful, Little Wolf," he murmured, his voice like a warning and a promise all at once. "Say things like that, and I might just have to return the favor."
His lips brushed against mine, teasing, testing. "Would you like that?" he asked, his breath warm against my skin.
I swallowed hard, my body already responding to the thought. "Yes," I whispered, my voice barely more than air.
His smirk was wicked as he leaned back, his fingers trailing down my throat, grazing over my collarbone. "Then lie back," he instructed, his tone pure command. "Because I plan on taking my time."
I lay back on the bed letting out a soft moan as his lips traveled lower still. His stubble tickled my stomach as his arms wrapped around my thighs, pushing them over his shoulders. He smirked as he kissed my lower lips. Tongue slipping between the delicate folds.
"So wet already," he murmured.
His breath was hot against my skin as he dragged his tongue slowly over my most sensitive spot, savoring every reaction he pulled from me. "You've been studying, Little Wolf," he mused, his voice thick with satisfaction. "But I think it's time for a practical lesson."
His grip on my thighs tightened as he pressed deeper, his tongue working me with deliberate strokes, teasing, tasting, devouring. My back arched as pleasure coiled deep in my belly, a desperate whimper escaping my lips.
"That's it," he murmured against me, his voice vibrating through my core. "Let me hear you."
His lips and tongue worked in perfect rhythm, teasing and flicking over the sensitive bundle of nerves while his fingers plunged into me, stretching and curling just right—just enough to send a fresh wave of heat pooling in my belly.
A strangled moan tore from my throat as he found that spot, the one that sent lightning racing through my veins. My legs shook, my fingers twisting in the sheets as my body surrendered to his touch.
"That's it," he murmured, his voice dark and rich, vibrating against my skin. "Let it go, Little Wolf."
His words sent me spiraling. The tension that had been building snapped, pleasure crashing through me in pulsing waves. My back arched, my thighs clamped around his shoulders, and I cried out his name as he wrung every last tremor from my body.
He didn't stop, not right away. He coaxed me through it, his lips pressing soft kisses against my quivering flesh, his fingers slowing their pace as he savored the way I came undone for him.
His lips ghosted over my heated skin, leaving a trail of lingering kisses as he worked his way back up my body. Each touch sent aftershocks rippling through me, my body still trembling from the pleasure he had wrung from it.
He hovered over me, his breath warm against my ear as he whispered, "So beautiful." His voice was rough, filled with something deeper—something reverent.
I shivered beneath him, my fingers slipping into his hair, tugging him closer. "Peter…" His name left my lips in a breathless sigh, my heart still racing, my body still aching for him.
His lips brushed against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine as his smirk danced against me. "Do you need a minute, Little Wolf?" His voice was low, teasing, but there was an edge of something more, something demanding. "Or are you ready for another lesson?"
I tilted my head, meeting his gaze with a look that bordered on challenging, a smirk of my own tugging at the corner of my lips. "I'm ready," I breathed, pulling him closer, my body already eager for more. "Teach me everything, Peter."
"So eager," he growled, "Turn over."
My heart skipped a beat, but I obeyed, my body trembling with anticipation as I turned my back to him. His hands settled on my hips, urging me to my knees, I felt him shift behind me, his body pressing against mine. The heat of him was overwhelming, the feel of him so close making my head spin.
"Relax, Little Wolf." His hand slides over my skin, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. I bite my lip, struggling to maintain control, to keep myself from shattering under the weight of what he's doing to me.
I could feel him pressed against me, hard and insistent, and the anticipation was almost too much to bear. His fingers traced the curve of my hip, teasing, torturing, and I reached back, grabbing his hand and guiding it to where I needed him most.
His thumb traces the outline of my collarbone, gentle at first, but the heat behind it is undeniable. "Impatient," he murmured, his breath catching slightly as I guide his hand lower, as if he's not already pushing me to the edge. "You want this that badly, Little Wolf?"
A shiver runs through me, something that's both desire and fear, something that tugs at a deeper part of my soul. His other hand cups my breast, his fingers flexing as if claiming ownership. The weight of his touch—heavy, possessive—sends a thrill through me that makes my knees weak.
I felt him shift behind me, his hands tightening around my hips, pulling me closer, and then he's inside me, slow and deliberate, stretching me, filling me in a way that made my breath catch. I gasp, a mixture of pleasure and something else—something raw—pounding through me. My body reacts before my mind can catch up, every inch of him sending jolts of sensation coursing through me.
He stops, his breath ragged against the back of my neck, and for a moment, everything is still—except for the rapid beat of my heart. His forehead presses against my back, warm and solid, grounding me even as his presence overwhelms me.
I cling to the edge of control, feeling every inch of him, every subtle shift, and I'm struck with the sudden need to feel him more—deeper. My hands grip the sheets, my knuckles white, but it's not enough. I need more. My body's pleading for him to move, to take what he wants, and I'm helpless to do anything but let it happen.
"Are you okay?" he murmurs, his voice a mixture of concern and something darker, something that speaks to the part of me that's trembling not just from his touch, but from the vulnerability of the moment.
I nodded, not trusting my voice, not trusting anything but the need coursing through me, demanding more. And he moves then, his pace slow but inexorable, pulling me deeper into him, forcing me to surrender to the feeling of him, to the pull between us that's as powerful as gravity.
He groaned, his hips moving, and he filled me completely, the sensation unlike anything I'd ever felt before. His hands tightened on my hips, holding me steady as he began to move, slow at first, then faster, deeper, and I cried out, my hands gripping the sheets for support.
"Fuck," he growled, his voice rough with need, and the sound of it—so raw, so desperate—it sent a shiver through me. It's as if he's holding on to the last thread of control, but even that's slipping with each motion.
His movements slow, and my body trembles, yearning for more even as he pulls out of me. The sudden emptiness leaves me gasping. His breath is ragged, uneven, as his hands remain clinging to my hips, like he's holding onto something that's slipping through his fingers. It feels like a battle for control, one that neither of us wants to fully lose, but I can sense the strain in his every breath, his every touch.
I look back at him, eyes searching his face, desperate to understand what just happened, to find the reason he stopped. His eyes meet mine, dark with something I can't quite place.
Without saying a word, he sits back on the bed, his chest rising and falling in time with his breath. His voice comes low, heavy with a quiet command. "Come here, Little Wolf."
His words, the way he says them, sends a shiver down my spine. It's not just a request—it's an invitation, a pull that I can't ignore. I move toward him, my heart hammering in my chest as I let him guide me onto his lap, feeling his hands on my hips again, firm and steady, guiding me down onto him fully.
The sensation of sinking onto him again is overwhelming, both familiar and new. There's no rush now, no frantic urgency. He's slow, deliberate, as if savoring every second, taking me in fully as I sink deeper, letting me feel every inch of him as I settle into his lap. He pulls me tight to his chest as I wrap my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist. I feel his heart pounding in sync with mine.
Our eyes lock, the connection more intimate than I thought it could be. My mouth opens in a silent moan as I'm filled by him.
He traces my lower lip with the pad of his thumb as he watches me, "I wanted to see your face, Little Wolf."
Our bodies entwine, the connection between us deepening with every breath. The rhythm slows, the urgency fading into something more deliberate, more intimate. Peter's eyes darken, a storm brewing behind them, as his hand cradles my face, tilting it just enough for his lips to press against mine.
"You like that, Little Wolf?" he murmurs against my lips, his voice rough with desire, a quiet challenge that pulls at something deep inside me.
"Yes," the word comes out a whimper as I start to roll my hips. My walls squeezed tight around him with each movement.
"I want to see your face when you cum on me," he muttered pressing his lips against my neck. His teeth scraping the skin as his hands move to my hips, guiding me. Each rock of my hips pushing me further to the peak.
I felt the pressure start to build until it finally snapped. My body tightened around his. My eyes fixed on his as I shuddered around him. My nails dug into his shoulders, and I held onto him as I rode the waves of pleasure.
As I come down, our gazes meet, his eyes are heavy-lidded and full of hunger. "I can feel you clenching around me, Little Wolf. Fuck you feel good."
His hands grip my hips as he rolls me to my back, taking back control. He pulls out slowly before thrusting hard and deep inside me. Each thrust is measured and deliberate, and I can tell he's holding back. The restraint he's showing, the effort to not lose control, is evident in the tense muscles, the strain of his shoulders, and the veins popping from his arms. He is determined, focused.
He pushes into me over and over, the slow burn of pleasure building again, the sensation of being completely full of him is so intense, I can't focus on anything but the feeling of him moving inside me.
I'm already so close, the pressure building to the point of almost being too much.
"Peter…" I plead.
"Tell me what you want, Little Wolf?" his eyes dark and intense as they lock with mine.
With a groan, he pulls me closer, his movements becoming more urgent, driven by need. His breath comes faster, a low growl escaping him as he thrusts once, then twice, before stilling completely. His face buries in my neck, a deep, rumbling moan vibrating through his chest. I feel him release, deep within me, and the pull to hold him, to keep him close, surges within me. I wrap my arms around him tighter, unwilling to let go.
He shifts slightly, lifting his head to look at me. His gaze is soft but intense, a playful glint in his eyes. "Remind me to send Lydia a thank-you note for giving you that book," he says, his voice warm with a mix of affection and humor.