Exclusive Excerpt: Red & Wolfe, Part 4 by Ella James

This is an erotic fairy tale inspired by Little Red Riding Hood.

The first installment was originally featured in the BEND Anthology

  Red & Wolfe Part 4 by Ella James

The FINAL installment

    

Return to Rabbit Island for the heartpounding conclusion to Red and Wolfe's story. Don't forget your extra panties - but this time, you might also want to bring your gun. 

Exclusive Excerpt

“Red?” I push her gown down a little further and close my mouth over her breast, working her nipple 

with my lips. Caressing it with my tongue. I’m rewarded by a soft moan that goes straight to my cock. I 

need to be inside her, despite knowing I don’t have the time.  

I pull the covers down and slide my hand up her shin, then up her thigh. She’s warm from sleep. Her skin feels like burnished velvet. My fingers brush her pussy and she lifts her hips. She wants it. I love the way  she always wants it. 

“Race.”  

I love the way she says my name: a mew.  

“I’m going to fuck you with my fingers,” I say, leaning near her face. “Then you’ll go to sleep again.” 

A dreamy smile floats over her lips. She nods a little, pressing her head into the pillow. 

I slide a finger into her. She’s hot and tight, softer than silk. I can feel her clench as I pump into her. She’s wet this morning. So fucking slick. I stroke in and out, painting her pussy, using my fingertip to smooth warm lines around her swollen clit. I’m rewarded by her crying out. 

“Say my name.” 

I still my hand. I can hear my blood rush in my ears. Race. Say Race. 

Her hands grab at my wrist. “Race.” 

I allow myself a brief grin. It’s undiluted satisfaction. She knows—or at least suspects—I’m James Wolfe, but she’s still in my bed.  

“Say ‘Race, please.’ I like to hear you beg.” I push another finger into her. Her body quivers. 

“I like to feel you jump.” 

I stretch her with a third finger and slide my thumb over her clit. I’m moving slow. So slow. 

“Race, oh God—yes. Please.” 

“That’s right, sweetheart.” 

I look up at him, and I can’t even talk, because I’m lost again. I don’t know how it’s possible that this 

happened. That I feel so attached so someone I’ve known such a short amount of time. I don’t know 

how it’s possible that I can’t stay. Tears fill my eyes, and I blink them away. Race runs his hand over my hair.  

“You’re a good girl, baby. So good. You deserve nothing but the best.” He kisses my cheek, so chaste and soft it makes me shiver. 

My throat’s so tight, it’s hard to say, “I liked being your fuck doll.” 

“I would keep you if I could. Fill you with my cock all day and night. Punish that sweet ass. Red, I’m

leaving here. Don’t wait for me to find you. I won’t. Don’t come back for a while. Let things settle. Try to find a way to settle, too.” He rubs his thumb down my cheek, looks into my eyes. “What do you love, Red? 

I swallow. I can think of only one thing. “Writing.” 

“So write. Write anything you want, baby.” 

I swallow past the huge lump in my throat and shake my head. “I don’t want to write. I just want you.”

He steps back a little, still holding my hand. “I don’t deserve you, baby doll.” 

“Yes you do. Of course you do. You always do.” 

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