“Bitch,” he whispers against the skin.
“Earned that badge, and I wear it proudly.”
His tongue flicks out, tasting my skin, and goosebumps break out all over me.
“I want to be free. You will give us that freedom.”
He thrusts my thighs wide and pushes into me. My head falls back, and I open my mouth in a silent scream. He’s so freaking big.
“Is this what you want?” he growls.
My eyes snap to his, and I wrap an arm around his neck. “Yes.”
I roll my hips, meeting his rhythm, clawing at his back, panting, moaning. But neither of us speak. Everything we need to say is in our eyes. Anger, distrust, the battle we are fighting and the pull, the attraction we feel. It’s all there in the way our pelvis’ slam together, in the way his cock hits deep inside me.
His hand squeezes my wrists, and he grabs my thigh with the other, changing the angle, hitting a spot inside me that turns that tide of dark pleasure into a wave of white water. I scream as it crests over me, clenching on his cock, milking it.
He growls and savagely thrusts into me over and over until, with a vicious hiss and glowing eyes that make him look completely feral, he pours his release into me. Hot jets of cum bathe my insides, and I hold him there, locking him there.
He didn’t give me his knot, but I want this moment to last as long as I can.
A few precious minutes of us in another world and then we come back, he pulls out of me, turns around, and straightens his clothes.
I stand up, wincing at the feel of our combined juices sliding down my thigh. Khaos turns to me, and his nostrils flare, but, other than that, he looks completely calm.
I get into the truck, and so does he. Our silence is awkward, bordering on hostile.
I glance sideways at Khaos.
“Call it a slip or-”
“If you say mistake, I will shift right now and leave you missing a semi-vital part of your anatomy,” I threaten.
“I wasn’t going to say that,” he barks out. “Let’s just say it happened. It’s not going to happen again.”
“Why?” I tease. “Afraid you might fall for me?”
He glances sideways at me, his jaw grinding. “Shut up or I’ll let Hazard pick your next date,” he teases.
I burst out laughing, and the tension eases between us, not completely gone, but enough that we can ignore what’s coming, for now.
Wrath
I bully her outside,poking and pushing her until she’s ready to snap. I grip her shoulders and point her toward the forest as I bite down on the urge to laugh.
“Picture your wolf.”
She snorts but closes her eyes.
“Now, step into her. And run!”
She falls forward at my shove, shifting and landing on four feet like she was born to it. I lift my head and howl.
There’s a scrambling inside the house, and Hazard bursts out, shifting on the fly and landing in a playful leap. He runs crazily around the clearing and does circles around her.
She stumbles and walks slowly, picking up speed as she turns, looking for Hazard. The rest of the pack joins us. We stay spread around her, guarding her back as she finds herself.
I see the moment that finding herself becomes experiencing the world as a wolf. The colours, sounds, details are all so much more, but it’s the smells. It’s like we can see the world through scent. It’s remarkable, but I forgot that until right now.
