Operation Honey Trap vs The Emperor of the Apocalypse-Chapter 177: Wolf at the Door [R18]

[WARNING: ADULT CONTENT]

Arrie sank down to the floor after closing the door to the bedroom she and Wolf had finally secured.

"Hey, don’t let him get to you," said Wolf, with concern.

He put their packs aside and then strode over to sit beside Araminta, where she remained on the floor with her back against the door.

"He’s just a big lummox flailing around because he knows he’s stuffed it with you and Loveday. Don’t take anything he says in anger to heart."

"How can I not?" she cried, putting her face in her hands. "He tells everyone he’s slept with me!"

"They already knew that," said Wolf baldly.

His directness could be a blessing and a curse, she thought.

"And he thinks he’s the victim in this whole mess," she said into her hands.

"That’s just how he justifies what’s happened so he can sleep at night. It doesn’t change the facts; right after spending the night with you, he begged Loveday not to leave him and told her he had feelings for her, and you happened to be there to hear the whole thing. In anyone’s language, he stuffed it with you. You have nothing to apologise for."

He wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

"You’re a strong woman. I’ve seen plenty of evidence of that. Keep your chin up and this will all blow over soon enough."

He pulled the girl into his lap, where she lay, curled in a ball with her hands still over her face.

"Arrie?" he gently took one hand away, then the other, so that he could see her.

ARRIE’S POV

Wolf’s gaze burned into mine when he pulled my hands from my face.

I guessed he might be feeling that we had unfinished business between us since he had kissed me so passionately this morning.

I was feeling tender and bruised after that little outburst from Baer. I didn’t know if I could put it behind me like he wanted me to; enough to enjoy some ’alone’ time in a room together for the first time.

"Would a kiss help make it better?"

I didn’t have the heart to say no when he was looking at me like that.

"Maybe?" I said tentatively.

"Let’s give it a try, shall we? You might be surprised at the healing effects of a kiss."

He leant in and claimed my lips, oh so gently.

He was right, this was exactly what I needed. Thoughts of Baer were crushed between our lips, as my focus shifted one hundred percent to this man who was holding me in his embrace.

He kissed me firmly, but slowly, giving me time to forget the evening’s unpleasant end, and just enjoy the feelings that were growing between us.

Or perhaps they’d long been there for Wolf, but they had been creeping up on me.

When he kissed me, he made me feel like the only woman he cared for, the only woman he looked at. He made me feel truly beautiful.

I could feel the honesty of his feelings in his kisses.

With Baer, I had always felt used, second best, thrilled with the smallest of compliments, and not worthy of any more...

I felt safe with Wolf. Safe enough to wrap my arms around his neck and try my hardest to return what he was giving to me. I guess he was right after all, about the healing effects of a kiss...

We stayed together like that, me wrapped in his arms, our lips exploring each other now with all the time in the world, not hurried like our time in the wilderness had been.

Almost without me noticing, Wolf carried me over to the bed, still kissing me as he walked. Seemingly I weighed nothing, because he carried me with one arm, his other hand was tangled in my hair, stroking it.

We continued kissing on the bed, me on my back and Wolf hovering over me.

Finally, he pulled back, and I saw that his eyes were blazing. He ran a lone finger down my nose and onto my lips, where he traced their outline.

The finger continued its journey, tracing my chin, my neck, and coming to a stop just above my cleavage, pressing in on my t-shirt where my breasts held it aloft.

"Can I look at you Araminta?" his voice sounded both desperate and intense. "You have no idea how many nights I’ve dreamt of seeing your beautiful body again. You’ve tormented me ever since we wrestled. Oh my God, woman, you have no idea..."

He tentatively lifted the hem of my t-shirt, and when I didn’t resist, he pulled it over my head so that I lay in my bra and cargo pants.

He traced a finger across my taut stomach muscles.

"Not very girly, I know. It’s because I’m a gymnast," I told him. I felt vulnerable.

"Your body is amazing Araminta. It’s a work of art. Gymnasts have the best bodies of all female athletes."

He reached behind my back, where he struggled with the hooks on my bra until he cursed.

"What is this design? Is it man-proof?"

I giggled and reached behind my back to help him out. It was definitely Wolf-proof, I thought with secret delight that he was not practised at removing a woman’s bra.

I undid the clips and held the bra to my breasts, looking at him, suddenly shy even though I knew this was not the first time he had seen me topless.

He reached over and pulled the bra from between my fingers, dropping it to the floor. I left my arms across my naked breasts, and he leaned forward and uncrossed them.

"Fuuucckk," he breathed, as he seemed to drink in my bare breasts.

I wondered if he knew they weren’t real. It didn’t seem like the time to impart that news.

He reached down and adjusted himself where I could clearly see his manhood was pressing hard against his zipper.

He traced a finger around each of my breasts, then held them and squeezed them, like this was something he had wanted to do for a long time.

He dipped his head down and kissed his way up to my nipples before popping one in his mouth and sucking hard on it.

My toes curled with the zing that shot between my legs in response.