Possessed, Obsessed, and Mine

Chapter 5

Wolf

We pull into the driveway of my house, and I can’t stop my mind from reeling from her touch, the taste of her on my lips, and the feel of body in my hands. If I don’t get this s**t under control, she is going to think I’m a creep and run off. I mean I am a creep, and she can run but I can bet her sweet ass ill find her but that isn’t something I need to tell her on day one. I might let it slip after I get a couple babies out of her and my ring on her finger. I know it sounds like a joke but I’m far from joking.

I park in the gravel drive in front of my one-story cabin, and we get off the bike. There is a pond out back that is perfect for sipping my coffee and watching the sun come up. Rocking chairs on the front and back porch. The cabin isn’t too small, but it isn’t a mansion, and it isn’t a two story. It’s got three rooms, living room, dining room, kitchen, two and a half bathrooms, and a mud room with my washer and dryer. Not to mention the ungodly amount of money I’ve invested in security because as you can guess people and me are not a good mix. It’s enough space if I needed to have people over and be comfortable without being cramped. I’ve put a lot of money into this place, and I’ve done 90% of it with my own two hands. I like the quiet and the space, but I know that I will enjoy it with her here just as much if not more.

“Wow this place is nice and it feels so cozy in here.” She said in awe as we walked into the house.

“Thanks, I build most of it. I wanted someplace I can call home, and no one can bother me. I like my space and I like the open clean air out here.” I said.

“You built this place yourself?” she asked me in disbelief.

“Yeah?” I said. Lots of people do it. It’s not that surprising.

“Ugh, I knew it.” She grumbled. That made me turn my head to see her better.

“What does that mean?” I ask. Now I’m curious what she is going to say next.

“you’re a serial killer. Secluded area, you built the house yourself which means your good with you hands and tools, you have massive muscles so obviously you could take me out and dispose of my body in a manner of minutes without even breaking a sweat.” She said.

All I could do was stare at her then I threw my head back and laughed. I haven’t laughed this hard in years. My ribs and my face hurt from laughing this hard.

“Ma, I’m not a serial killer. I’m an introvert, its different.” I say to her. She settles down but the more she thinks on the ridiculousness that just came out of her mouth the bigger the smile gets on her face. Suddenly, she isn’t smiling and she’s holding her stomach. I rush to her.

“What’s wrong? What is it?” I ask in a slight panic.

“Bathroom?” is all she can manage.

I show her to the nearest one there is and not a second later she is throwing up in the toilet. I reach over and hold her hair back and rub a palm over her lower back to soothe her. Once she’s done I fill a glass of water that is on the basin and get a wet cold washcloth for her face.

“That was disgusting. I’m so sorry you had to see that.” She said while she is trying to catch her breath. I just sit on the tub next to where she leaned back against. She drops her head to rest on my leg and I smooth the hair away from her face.

“How far along are you?” I ask. She already knows I’m pregnant so I’m not being rude by asking a woman if she is pregnant.

“I only found out a little over a week ago. So, I’m assuming just a few weeks along.” She said and the sadness in her voice is back. If she knew all the thoughts that were racing through my head right now. She would know there is nothing to be sad over this is our baby now. Jeff was never in the picture as far as I’m concerned. When I’m done with her, she will only ever see me and forget he even existed.

“Let’s get you into something more comfortable and then get you into bed. Do you want to take a shower?” I ask her.

“That would be wonderful if I could.” She looked up at me from her position on the floor.

“of course, ill show you to the master bath in the room so that way once you get washed up you can just get into bed. Ill go grab you a shirt so you can have something to wear.” I told her.

“I don’t think that your clothes will fit me. I can just put this back on.” She said.

Is she serious right now. My clothes would hang off her. She has nothing to be ashamed of wither. Is she malibu f*****g barbie? No. Would I sell my soul to be able to rest my face or my c**k between those gorgeous thighs of hers? In a heartbeat. There is not a single thing about her that I don’t want to devour. Just like that my mind is made up. I’m going to be a creep.

I slide my hand into her thick curls and grip tight, tilting her head up. I lean down so that we are nose to nose. I want her to hear every word I’m going to say to her. Her breath hitches and I know I’ve got her attention. I inhale a deep breathe so that I can smell that intoxicating scent of coconut and vanilla I’ve been smelling this whole night.

“If you think for one second you are anything other than perfect, you’re wrong. You are the very image of the woman in my dreams come to life. I could devour you in mere seconds and you wouldn’t even know what hit you. I could make you orgasm so hard you squirt with my words of praise alone. so not body shame yourself in front of me unless you want my tongue so far inside of you that when you sit you can still feel the imprint of my face in your thighs.” I say to her. Then I place a kiss on her forehead and release her hair.

I look down at her and her chest is heaving, and her eyes have closed. That is the reaction I wanted. If I reached down right now, she would be wet for me. Her hardened n*****s are visible, and I want nothing more than to graze them with my teeth. I stand and hold a hand to her.

“Let me show you the room so you can shower while I get you some clothes.” I say to her, and she takes my hand. Standing I can see her legs shake and I smirk to myself. Maybe a creep who worships the ground she walks on is exactly what she needs.