Then she’d walked away, hips swaying with that perky ass of hers, leaving me hard and furious and confused as hell.
I’ve replayed that moment a hundred times. The way she didn’t cower like others do when I use my size and position to intimidate. The taste of her—wild berries and defiance.
No one challenges me like Ruby does.
No one makes me lose control.
It’s infuriating. And intoxicating.
I’m always in command. People defer to me, seek my approval. But Ruby? She looks at me like I’m just another obstacle to remove. She sees the pig, not the power.
And some twisted part of me responds to that authenticity.
I run a hand over my face now, feeling the phantom sting of her teeth. And now her scent is all over my bed, taunting me, reminding me of how she felt pressed against me for that brief, maddening moment.
Worse, the thought of Percy and her together—of her giving him what she denied me—makes me want to put my fist through a wall.
Percy, my brilliant, na?ve little brother. Always the talented one, the creative one. “Percy’s designs are revolutionary,” Father would say, while I managed the boring but essential business operations that kept us all wealthy. Percy gets the accolades while I handle the messy realities—the difficult negotiations, the zoning fights, the financial stakes.
I’ve always protected him—from business rivals, from his own impractical idealism, from Father’s occasional disappointmentwhen his artistic vision exceeded practical constraints. That’s my job as the eldest. I make the hard decisions so Percy can keep his hands clean and his conscience clear.
And how does he repay me? By bringing my nemesis into our home. By potentially compromising the biggest deal of my career. By betraying family loyalty for a piece of wolf tail.
“Fuck,” I mutter, flopping back onto my mattress. I’m not the jealous type.
Her scent envelops me immediately, stronger here, as if she’d lain back against my pillows.
I loosen my belt, no longer fighting the inevitable. My hand slides beneath my waistband, grasping my cock.
It’s pathetic, really, how quickly she reduces me to this—a rutting, mindless animal.
Me. Hamilton J. CEO of Porkwell Corp. The pig who graduated at the top of his class. The pig who owns most of Shiftown world, reduced to jerking off like a teenager because a wolf activist decided to mark her territory in my bedroom.
“I hate you,” I whisper to the empty room as I stroke myself roughly from base to tip.
My imagination supplies vivid details—Ruby sprawled across my bed, watching me with those challenging eyes. Ruby shedding her clothes to reveal her luscious body beneath. Ruby’s claws marking my back, her sharp teeth grazing my throat.
I kick off my slacks entirely, freeing my cock to the cool air of the room. I’m large—larger than most pigs. I would split her open. The thought brings a savage satisfaction. Would Ruby’s eyes widen at the sight? Would she still be so quick with her cutting remarks if she saw what I’m packing?
My hand moves faster, grip tightening. I imagine pushing her down onto this very bed, pinning those wrists that are so often raised in protest. In my fantasy, she doesn’t bite to hurt—she bites to mark, to claim. She doesn’t fight me—she challenges me,meets me thrust for thrust, her wolf strength matching my pig bulk.
“Fucking hell,” I gasp, feeling the pressure building at the base of my spine.
I can almost hear her voice—not the public activist voice, but the lower, huskier tone. “Is this what you want, Hamilton? To fuck your enemy?”
Yes.
No.
I don’t know anymore.
My free hand grips the sheets where her scent is strongest, bringing them to my face. I inhale deeply as my hand works furiously over my cock.
The pressure builds beyond containing. I come with a strangled shout, spurting thick ropes across my stomach and chest. The intensity surprises me—it’s been a long time since I’ve come this hard.
For several moments, I just lie there, chest heaving, heart pounding. I just masturbated to the scent of the female actively trying to destroy my company.
The female who’s probably seduced my brother for information.
