He ran his fingers through his hair. “Well, the first artist I fell in love with was Salvador Dali. Could you imagine? Seeing your first Dali painting as a kid? Double images—faces inside of faces that peer out into a desolate world of melting objects that drip color onto sand.”

  Excitement decorated his sexy face. “I was obsessed with Dali. I read every book on him, watched his film short, and gobbled up anything that had his name on it. If he’d been alive at the time, who knows what I would’ve done to just be in his space.”

  To watch Wolf talk about Dali was amazing. Delight burst off of his eyes. Passion lingered in his fingertips as he waved them around, forming invisible images in the air in front of him.

  “I want to mentor you.” He pointed at me. “You, Red, are now my second love, when it comes to art. Although many paintings and murals have captured my heart and made me act like a fanfreak, your works have incited me with mania.”

  “I—”

  “Think about it.”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Just think about it. I could be an amazing mentor.

  I studied him. “How many times have you used the I-want-to-be-your-mentor line on some unsuspecting female artist?”

  “I’ve never used that line. You’re in a small group of people who even know who I am.” He raised his hands. “I’m at your mercy. I’ve confessed to you about all the things that I’ve done tonight and in the past.”

  “You didn’t confess anything.”

  “I admitted to following you.”

  “Stalking me,” I corrected.

  “Fine.”

  “No, it’s not fine.” I completely faced him, ready to punch him in his jaw. He was lucky there were several feet between us.

  He must’ve been feeling brave because he came closer. “I did everything tonight to get a way to talk to you. This whole party was to get you here.”

  “No way.”

  “It’s fair to say that I would’ve had a 420 party regardless, but not to this magnitude. I would’ve just invited a few friends. But to get you here, I needed to make it a big event for stoners, something that would draw you out of your private world.”

  “You sent the invitation?”

  “And I asked you to do the mural on the roof to get some time alone with you.” He closed the distance some more, standing right in front of me. His lush scent filled the air around me. Only three feet existed between us.

  You sure you want to get this close? I’m in punching range.

  I curled my fingers into a fist. “And you grabbed Coco’s phone to get me up here too. What I want to know is what do you want from me? Is it really that hard to get laid these days?”

  Laughing, he leaned my way, his lips closer to me than they should be. “I have no problem with fucking any woman I want.”

  “You can’t have me.”

  Not moving away, he targeted me with a heated gaze. “Then, let me just mentor you.”

  “You want to do more than just mentor me.”

  “I do.” His gaze dripped with sex. “But I’m an adult. I can control myself. I would never take, what wasn’t given.”

  “You’re behavior tonight says otherwise, besides, I don’t need you.”

  “Yes, you do. I have funds, skills, and contacts that will take you years to gather.”

  “Goodnight, Wolf.” I got ready to turn.

  He stopped me.

  Then, his arms wrapped around my waist.

  His huge hands pulled me in.

  And his mouth consumed mine.

  Damn.

  I pushed away,

  but not soon enough.

  He’d already snared me with that huge jaw.

  “No, Red. Don’t go. I’m hungry.” He drew me back in and lathered me in impossible desire, a sensation that I’d never experienced.

  He made me lose control.

  I embraced him, taking my torture and understanding it for what it was. He was a prowling beast, and I an innocent, drawn to wickedness.

  Like Little Red Riding Hood’s fate,

  the Wolf devoured me,

  and I couldn’t stop it.

  All I could do

  was enjoy

  how soft his lips were,

  how his tongue moved elegantly alongside of mine,

  how his scent tugged at the feral beast inside of me and made me want to do nasty things,

  how his arms felt so strong and right wrapped around my waist,

  how I missed that sensation,

  the feeling of being truly adored,

  the drumming of another’s heart against my chest,

  lips against lips,

  minds intermingled in a private session of passion that people could only dream of witnessing.

  He let me go. “You kissed me back.”

  I said nothing.

  Sometimes silence was a better response than a jumble of lust-stricken words.

  Dear God, he had me. It wasn’t fair. All the things he’d done tonight should’ve pushed me away. But I wanted him.

  I craved Wolf.

  And not just yearned to fuck him. I needed to learn about the man behind the ego, the person behind the paint and the passion to change society.

  When he pulled away, I needed more.

  “Just let me show you something,” he whispered.

  I cleared my throat. “What?”

  “The gallery.” He licked his lips as if trying to taste me on them. “And then I’ll take you to your friends, and have a car drive your friends and you home if you would like.”

  I stood there stunned, still blinking away the lust.

  “Red?”

  “Don’t kiss me like that again,” I whispered back.

  “Can I hold your hand?”

  Say no.

  But, I blurted out, “Yes.”

  He tenderly took my hand, wrapping my fingers in his heat. “Let’s see the art.”

  Oh my God. I should turn around. . .but. . .

  I followed him down the path like a hypnotized princess walking into a tunnel with an evil wizard ready to strip her of everything. My body hummed with pleasure, and not just the space between my thighs. My eyes yearned to see his art, murals I’d only witnessed on websites and newspapers.

  His hands shook as he held mine.

  Why is he nervous?

  He stopped as in the doorway for a second, inhaled, exhaled, and whispered, “Okay. Here we go. This is my work.”

  “I’ve seen it before. You know you’re already a legend, right?”

  His hands didn’t stop shaking. “I’m not used to being around someone as they see it. I usually just put it up and run off into the night. When I brought my parents in here, I threw up in the corner over there.”

  “Wow.”

  “Not much of a wolfy thing to do, huh?”

  “Not really.” I walked forward and tugged at him to come with me. “At least you didn’t throw up this time.”

  The space was the size of a warehouse. There was no way this place had been a gallery. Someone must have rented the penthouse under it, cleared it all out, knocked away the walls, and made it into a perfect spot to put slabs of brick covered in art.

  Like metal to magnet, I couldn’t help myself. I walked in, drawn by the art and the oddness of it all. Here was this white space—cement floor, stark walls, high ceilings, and bright lighting that bathed the area in a bright glow.

  “One day, I’m going to have a gallery like this,” I muttered to myself.

  He nodded. “Yes, you are. Sooner than you think.”

  Hand in hand, we walked around together, my heart pounding in my ears the whole time.

  The place looked like a graffiti art museum. There were ten broken away brick walls in the room and mounted against the white walls by huge metal bars. He’d actually had someone cut into the freaking buildings somehow without ruining the mural, and then shipped them off to Miami.

  I looked at him. “How much did it cost to get your own work from the street?”

  “A fortune for each one. It’s why I only have a few.”

  “How many murals have you painted?”

  “I stopped counting at a hundred.”

  “Damn.” I shook my head. “Amazing.”

  Wolf utilized the wall to add to his work. If windows were there, they became the eye of a creature or the opening to a bulging and beating heart. If there were pipes, then he made them the legs or borders of an image.

  And he loved color—golden rays where black should be, heavy coats of aqua blues and grassy greens. The few times he used black and white, they were to make a somber point. Solid black prisoners stuck behind white bars as they peered out onto world bursting of color.

  “I can’t believe you’re Wolf!”

  “Are you sure?” He smirked. “I could be a rich guy that’s obsessed with him.”

  “No.” I shook my head. “You have a pretty big reputation for sneaking into places and painting murals in the living rooms of those who steal your work.”

  “Aww. You’ve heard the stories.”

  “Those stories is what breathes life into our world. It makes new artists like me, motivated to step into the big boys’ shoes.”

  “And big girls.”

  “Yes. And big girls.”

  “Come here.” He led me further into his gallery, past tons of white space where future murals would probably go. Far in the back, the whole wall was covered with a massive ceiling-to-floor curtain. Two big ladders lay on the floor next to tons of new spray cans, some still in packaged boxes.

  His fingers tightened around my hand. “I’ve been working on a concept, but I think there’s something missing. I want you to help me.”

  I let go of his hand. “What?”

  He targeted me with an intense gaze. “Paint with me.”

  “I can’t paint with. . .Wolf, the legend. No.”

  “Just take a look at the concept first.” He headed over to the side of the curtain and pressed a button near it.

  Buzzing sounded.

  The fabric moved away and revealed a mural on a brick wall.

  I gasped.

  He’d painted me. My red hair swarmed over my head like a cape made of blood. It dripped down my bare body, covering all of the appropriate places, yet lathering me in erotic mystery. I held an empty basket in my hand. My eyes were closed and full lips formed into a straight line. Dark skeletal woods stood off in the distance behind me.

  “Paint with me,” he whispered.

  “This is. . .stunning. Amazing. Beautiful.”

  “Yet, it still needs your touch.”

  “It needs nothing.”

  “Trust me, Red.”

  “But—”

  “Paint with me.”

  And I did.

  It took me a minute to get the confidence, but I picked up a spray can.

  We mounted the ladders against the wall. And the painting began.

  He followed my vision.

  Something else needed to be there to finish the story.

  The wolf.

  I painted how I felt.

  I placed a massive wolf that merged with the cape of my hair and consumed me, his jaw locked onto my head, but not piercing the skin, more just forming around me, just like that cape. In the image, we became one. The predator and prey, neither sure who truly had the other trapped.

  We did this for hours. Fumes filled the room. He had turned on this special ventilation system that sucked in the vapors.

  We smoked too. He rolled long blunts filled with sticky leaves that shimmered right before my eyes.

  When sweat beaded around his forehead, he took off his shirt and turned up the air conditioner.

  Damn. How can I paint with him half naked?

  On the ladder, I watched him. His whole body was coiled muscle. No wonder he could sneak in and out of places with no problem. I could picture him jumping up walls with ease and racing away in the night before anyone knew that he’d been there.

  He looked up at me and froze.

  “What’s wrong?” I climbed down the stairs. “You don’t like being stalked? You don’t like it when someone is being creepy with you?”

  “You can’t stalk someone that wants to be your target.” And as if on a dare, he placed his hands to his belt buckle and undid it. “Just be careful, Red. This isn’t a fairytale. No one will save you, if you decide to see how sharp, the wolf’s teeth really are.”

  “I’m not afraid of you.” Step by step, I walked to him, high off of creating, smoking, and just lusting over him.

  Now was the time to surrender,

  to just let go,

  and lose all control.

  Targeting me with a heated gaze, he undid the top of his pants. “Come here.”

  I slipped off my dress.

  It fell to the floor,

  and he groaned.

  “No, Wolf.” I unsnapped my strapless bra behind my back. “You come here.”

  Chapter 7

  And she swallowed him whole.

  Wolf

  Stunned.

  I was stunned.

  Never had I imagined tasting her tonight, although I’d dreamed about it a few times—her red strands scattered across my bed and my body, slipping against hers.

  “Come here,” I groaned.

  That body.

  With nothing but confidence on her face, she pulled that black as night dress down. It fell to the floor. With her heels still on, Red stepped out of it. “No, Wolf. You come to me.”

  I stood there frozen.

  “Are you scared?” she whispered and touched the top of her panties.

  After seeing her naked, it was hard to talk, but somehow I managed. “Don’t.”

  Her eyelids drooped over her gaze like a naughty, lust-filled kitty. “Don’t what?”

  “Don’t take those panties off.”

  She quirked her eyebrows. “Why not?”

  “I have to take those panties off myself.”

  “Do you?” She touched the top of her panty line. It was such a beautiful thing, black silk against brown skin, and what lay under them. . .I needed to touch and taste, feast and swim all through it.

  And those breasts. They were bigger than I thought. Soft pillows, full, and perky, ready-to-devour brown nipples that stood erect in front of me.

  God, the things I would love to do with her breasts. I could see Red on her knees, looking up at me, my cock sliding between those oily pillows. Fuck. And I’d pump hard between them, making them jiggle and bounce around my cock.

  My whole body hummed with the vision.

  She was so beautiful in front of me, yet so wickedly sexy. The type of sexy that Eve must’ve possessed right before she told Adam to defy God and eat the apple. How could Eve be denied?

  More important, how could I deny Red?

  “Really?” Red giggled. “Are you just going to stand over there fixing your face into weird expressions.”

  “I’m thinking over here.”

  “About me?”

  “Hell yes. Now that I finally have you here, I’m not sure if it’s a good idea to taste you.”

  She slipped her hands up to her nipples and pinched them.

  A soft, feminine moan fled her lips.

  If I thought I’d been drawn to her,

  now I knew,

  I’d been taken,

  kidnapped,

  caged,

  destroyed,

  and all the other things that went with someone having complete power over another.

  Just one slide.

  All I needed was just one long slide of my cock against her flesh and I’d be a wreck. I could see it in my future. She’d already had me obsessed with her murals, then trapped to her looks, and caught by her fascinating mind.

  There would be no out for me this time.

  The wolf was no longer the predator. He was now a docile house dog, wagging his tail and hoping his master would hurry home.

  I’m pussy whipped and I haven’t even had a sample yet.

  She would make me crazy. I would slide my cock against her body, anywhere, just hungry for the simple touch of her skin. And I knew before touching her that her flesh alone would drive me insane. Bring me to explosion. Make my cock detonate white, hot, sperm all over her chest.

  A dark growl left my sneering lips.

  I hurried her way like a mad man, my pants falling to my ankles. I had to stop really quick, jump out of them, one leg at a time, and then continue my pace.

  She held her hand out in front of her. “Wait.”

  “No,” I groaned and then cleared my throat. “I mean. Okay. I can wait.”

  I raised my hands and backed away, unable to trust myself any closer to her. In the end, if she didn’t want to have sex, I’d have to hold my bruised balls and drag myself away from her.

  “What’s wrong?” I kept my hands up.

  “Put your hands down and come over here.” She giggled. “I’m not a cop.”

  “Trust me. You want me over here with my hands up.”

  She laughed.

  I didn’t. My cock was ready to burst through my boxer briefs. Every part of me ran numb. Blood pulsed hot through my veins and mingled with a serious adrenaline rush that probably heightened due to the excellent joint that I’d rolled.

  “For some reason right now, having my hands up is keeping me focused.”

  “We should talk about something, if we are going to have sex.”

  My words came out in growl. “If we are?”

  She covered her mouth, but couldn’t keep in the laughter. “You’re hilarious.”

  My cock jerked. “That’s me, Wolf the funny guy. What do we need to talk about?”

  “If we have sex, then you’re not going to be my mentor,” she said. “I don’t do business and pleasure.”

  “No.” I put my hands down and prowled toward her. “I want you and your art. I need both. And you deserve the best opportunity to get your visions out there. I can give you resources in the street art game that no one else can.”

  She covered her breasts with her arms. “But—”

  A dark growl lodged in my throat. I worked hard to keep my madness at bay. “What?”

 

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