Your Desire

My throat tightened, my body trembling, but not from rejection. His refusal wasn’t a dismissal – it was control. Restraint. And somehow, that only made me ache more.

The air thickened, the weight of my words pressing down on us. His jaw clenched, his eyes searching mine, and for a long heartbeat, he said nothing. Then he exhaled, a rough, low sound that made my pulse race.

“Okay, Master,” I breathed, my lips trembling, heat flooding through me.

By the time the blouse fell to the floor, my chest was rising and falling too fast, my hardened nipples straining against the lace of my bra. I felt exposed, turned on, but the way he looked at me made me burn hotter, wetter, until I almost squirmed under his stare.

“You’re not in a good mood, Olivia,” he continued, his eyes holding mine with a quiet authority that sent a shiver through me. “You’re angry. You’re unsettled. And I will not touch you like this, not when your emotions are this raw.”

Now, standing there in nothing but lace and trembling breath, I felt stripped in more ways than one.

“That’s exactly why I need this,” I pushed back, my voice breaking on the edge of desperation. I stepped closer, my fingers brushing the fabric of his shirt, clinging as though I could anchor myself to him. “Louis… I need you to take this from me. The jealousy. The fire. I can’t breathe with it sitting inside me.”

His nostrils flared, his composure faltering for a second, just a crack that revealed the storm behind his eyes. His hand came up, cupping my jaw with careful strength, forcing me to meet him head-on.

“I do,” I whispered back, my body pressing closer, my nipples brushing against the firmness of his chest, sending another pulse of heat between my thighs. “I know exactly what I’m asking. And I trust you to give it to me.”

The word struck me harder than I thought it would, and for a moment, I froze. He wasn’t teasing. He wasn’t playing. His denial was firm and final.

His words should have calmed me, but they only made my chest tighten more. My voice came out rough, almost pleading. “Maybe I’m not a sub… but I can learn. Teach me, Louis. If this is what you like, if this is what you crave, then I want to know it. I want to be the one who satisfies your needs.”

Louis’s eyes burned into mine, and for a fleeting second, I glimpsed the storm he had chained inside him–wild, consuming, but restrained for me. His hand lifted, brushing his knuckles tenderly along my cheek as I pulled in a shaky breath.

My throat bobbed as I swallowed, my voice a shaky whisper. “Okay.”

My breath caught. For a moment, I just stared at him, frozen. The way his darkened eyes followed every flicker of hesitation, the way he stood so still yet felt like he was filling the entire room – it was overwhelming.

His thumb stroked once along my throat, careful but purposeful, before his gaze deepened, demanding. “But first, Olivia… you’ll tell me your safe word.”

“Keep going,” he said, his voice low, steady, as though he had all the time in the world.

I fumbled with the button of my jeans, my fingers clumsy from the rush of nerves and arousal tangling inside me. When the zipper slid down, the faint rasp of it filled the silence between us, and I pushed the denim down my legs. My panties clung to my dampness, and shame mixed with heat as I kicked the jeans aside.

Louis’s gaze dragged over me, unhurried, deliberate, as though memorizing every curve, every flush of my skin. His jaw flexed, but he didn’t move closer. Instead, he let the silence stretch until it coiled around me, until my nerves were humming like a live wire.

Olivia’s POV

“My needs don’t come first, Olivia,” he said, his voice softer now, but laced with an intensity that made my stomach flutter. “Yours do. Always, I’ll never let anything – anything – come before that.”

I shook my head, my hands sliding up his chest, clutching tightly at his shirt as I pressed closer, feeling his hardness straining against me. “But satisfying you is my need,” I whispered fiercely, my lips trembling with the truth of it. “If this is part of you, Louis, then it’s part of us. And I want all of you.”

“You’re not a sub, Olivia,” he said firmly, his voice low but edged with certainty. His thumb brushed over my jaw, holding me steady as though daring me to argue. “And I will never force you into something that you are not into. You’re my mate – that is more than enough.”

Louis gave a single nod and stepped back. His eyes darkened, and my knees nearly buckled beneath me. “Undress.”

I swallowed hard. Of course I knew what a safe word is. “Red,” I whispered.

“Good,” he said finally, the word low, almost a growl. His head tilted slightly, eyes narrowing with that calm dominance that made me ache. “It’s your first. So we will take things slow.”

For a moment, something flickered in his eyes–surprise, conflict, desire. His grip on my face softened as though my words had cut through the walls he’d built around himself.

“Good girl,” he murmured, and the words seared through me like fire, leaving my legs weak and my body desperate for more.

“Say it properly,” he demanded softly, though his tone carried weight enough to make my body tighten.

“You don’t know what you’re asking,” he murmured, but his voice had roughened, heavy with restraint, with desire barely leashed.

“Fine,” he said at last, his voice gravelly but calm, commanding. His hand slid from my jaw to the back of my neck, holding me firmly but gently. “If we do this, we do it my way. You’ll give me your trust completely, and in return, I’ll protect you through it. Always.”

My body reacted before my mind could catch up, my pulse skittering wildly, my knees trembling as though they no longer belonged to me. His voice had changed; it wasn’t soft anymore, wasn’t coaxing. It was deep, commanding, threaded with authority that wrapped itself around me and made my wolf shiver with recognition.

I swallowed hard, my fingers moving almost of their own accord to the hem of my blouse. Slowly, deliberately, I tugged it upward, the fabric sliding over my skin. My breath trembled as cool air hit the bare flesh beneath, and Louis’s gaze didn’t waver away from me, not once.