Hanging By A Thread

Chapter Seven

Talon Maverick

“What the hell are you talking about?” I growled, fighting the urge to grab her and take what I wanted, what I knew she wanted, too.

She chuckled, stepping closer, her hand slowly moving to the fabric of her clothes. My mind flashed to the last time, when I ripped the buttons from her shirt, unable to stop myself from feeling every inch of her skin. Now, she wore a sweater vest over that same shirt, and I knew if she took it off, if I saw those bouncy boobs again, there’d be no stopping me. I’d lose control all over again. I’d take her right there with the same force she was teasing me.

I turned away, clenching my fists. “Stop!” I shouted, my voice cracking under the weight of both anger and the lust I was trying so hard to suppress. “What do you think you’re doing?” I growled, forcing myself to sound harsh, to remind myself this shouldn’t be happening again.

The soothsayer had warned me about temptations on this mission, but no one had prepared me for her. This girl… she was the hardest temptation I’d ever faced, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold back if she kept pushing like this. I swear, I’d damn all the consequences and let go.

Her soft laugh cut through my defenses, and I looked back at her. She raised a form. “I’m just here to sign my enrollment form, but…” She took another step closer, and every time she did, it sent an electrifying jolt of tension through me, leaving me breathless. “You had to think of something else, didn’t you?” She smirked, stepping even closer. “Is that what you want?”

I pretended not to hear her, because admitting it would mean admitting I was losing control. I wanted her, and we both knew it. “Tell me why you’re really here,” I demanded, trying to keep my tone hard, but it came out softer than I intended.

God! What kind of hold did this girl have on me? No woman had ever made me feel this way—like I was on the verge of losing myself. I had rules, boundaries, and she was pushing me to the edge of breaking them all.

She paused, those wide, innocent eyes staring up at me, but I knew better. Innocent? Not a chance. The way she worked her tongue on my cock, the way she drained me with her mouth, the way she swallowed every bit of my cum perfectly—there was no way she was as naive as she pretended to be. “I’m just here to sign,” she said, her voice sweet and innocent, but the gleam in her eyes told a different story.

She was a fucking little slut!

“Little girl," I warned, taking a step back to put some distance between us, "whatever you think is happening here, it has to stop.” My voice was almost strained, as I tried to force some control into the situation. But every move she made chipped away at my restraint. The way she walked toward me again, hips swaying, boobs bouncing, like she knew exactly what kind of power she held over me, was driving me insane.

Her lips curled into a subtle smirk as she leaned forward, her cleavage teasing the edge of her shirt. God! I tried to look away. I tried, but it didn’t work. “I don’t know what you mean, Professor.” She murmured, her voice was laced with a mixture of innocence and temptation, and the way her tongue darted out to wet her lips told me exactly what she meant.

Everything she did was pulling me in, I should’ve turned away, should’ve walked out, but instead, I stepped closer. Her scent hit me once again, intoxicating, pulling me in. “Stop this fucking game,” I growled, my voice lower now, trying to hang on to the last thread of control I had.

She looked up at me, her eyes gleaming with mischief, and leaned back against the desk, her body language screaming that she knew she had me. Who exactly is she? So little, so naughty, yet she had that innocent face. “What game?” she asked, her voice sweet but laced with challenge.

Her eyes locked on mine like she could see straight through every layer of control I was barely holding together. I was seconds from crossing that line again -giving in to something I knew was dangerous, reckless, and completely out of bounds.

I had never let anyone push me this far. Women fell at my feet, obeying my every command, but with her, it was different. She was doing the tempting, pushing, and taunting like she knew exactly what buttons to press. It pissed me off as much as it turned me on. And she knew it.

"You're playing with fire, little girl," I warned. But even as I said the words, I could feel the fire burning inside me, threatening to consume everything.

She took a step closer, her body brushing against mine. My fists clenched at my sides, trying to resist the urge to pull her into me, but every instinct was screaming at me to claim what I wanted. Her scent, her heat, everything about her was pulling me in.

"If the fire is as hot as you are, then fine.” She whispered. “You weren't thinking about this minutes ago." she said softly, her voice dripping with confidence as she leaned even closer to me, her lips just inches from mine, forming a hard lump in my throat. "You weren't holding back then, so why start now?"

I had fucked multiple women, and never have I gotten the urge to kiss any of them. But this girl… there was something about those lips of hers that made me want to kiss her desperately. I pushed down the lump in my throat, trying hard to steady myself.

I grabbed her wrist, my grip firm, and for a moment, I thought about pushing her away. But instead, I held her in place, my thumb brushing lightly against her skin as I fought the urge to pull her closer.

"That was a mistake," | growled. "One that won't happen again. I mistook you for someone else."

She tilted her head, her lips curling into that same wicked smile that drove me insane. "Are you sure?" she whispered. "Because I don't think you really believe that. That was way too intense to be called a mistake.” She chuckled, a naughty smirk dancing at the edge of her lips.

My grip on her wrist tightened, my self-control hanging by a single thread. "I'm not someone you can toy with, little girl," I said, my voice low and lethal. "I could ruin you. Do you understand that?"

Her eyes grew wide, and instead of backing down, she leaned in closer, her body pressing against mine, her hands trailing through my chest. "Maybe I like being ruined," she whispered, her lips barely brushing against mine.

For a moment, I lost all the control I had over myself. If she loved being ruined, then how about ruining her?

“Your chance…” My wolf howled.