"You're just jealous that someone else finds me attractive."
Axel grabbed Deepa’s shoulder and pushed her against a tree, pinning her in place. "You're mine."
Deepa's eyes widened. Her inner wolf was clawing at the walls of her mind, begging her to submit. She felt the urge to obey and follow his commands, but thanks to the pills, it was nothing more than an annoying buzz.
"I'm not yours,” Deepa hissed.
Axel's eyes narrowed. His hand slipped between her legs, his fingers brushing against her thigh before she kneed him hard in the groin.
"Don't touch me," she growled.
"Fuck!" Axel hissed, stumbling back, his face twisting in pain.
"I'm not your fucking girlfriend."
Axel let out a pained groan, his eyes fixed on her, a flicker of anger passing through them.
"Don't you dare fucking touch me again," she hissed, her hands clenched into fists. "You don't own me. No one owns me."
"I didn't-"
"Just stay the fuck away from me, you psycho!"
Deepa turned and walked away, rage flowing through her body.
She was done with being Axel’s bitch.
Nastya watched the scene from the window, grinning as Axel cupped his balls in agony. Watching Axel suffer always brought a spark of joy to her heart. It almost made up for all the years of listening to the elders rant about how wonderful he was.
"That's a new dress," said Ryan from beside Nastya. "Is that one of yours?"
"Yup."
Ryan smiled, wrapping his large arms around Nastya's waist, pulling her back against his hard body. "It looks…tight."
"I thought you would like it." Nastya turned to face him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I picked it just for you."
"I know," he murmured, pressing his lips against hers. "You know me too well."
Nastya kissed him back, her groin tingling as his hands wandered down her body, slipping under the hem of her skirt, tugging down her panties.
Ryan nipped her lower lip. "Did you enjoy watching her reject him?"
"Yeah," Nastya moaned, her legs parting for him. "It was pretty funny."
"I'm glad," Ryan murmured, his finger slipping inside Nastya, causing her to gasp.
Nastya rocked her hips against his palm. "How much do you want to be inside her?"
"So much," Ryan groaned. "I want to feel those thighs around my waist."
"Good answer." Nastya’s fingers stroked the outline of his erection.
Ryan slipped off Nastya’s shirt and bra, kissing and licking her chest, his mouth trailing down her body.
Nastya leaned back, bracing herself against the windowsill. Ryan pushed her skirt up, his erect cock pressing against her soaked entrance, fully bottoming out in one long thrust.
Nastya cried out, her back arching.
