For years, I’d tried and always failed.
I reached out to touch her cheek—hissing when her teeth clamped down on my hand.
A growl rumbled in her chest even as her mouth closed around me.
“Goddamn it,” I snapped, trying to shove her head back and wrench my hand free.
She didn’t release my hand. I stopped trying when she fisted my cock instead, pumping hard and relentless until a groan tore out of me.
Bipolar bitch.
Her teeth bore down to the bone.
“Are you trying to fuck me or kill me?” I hissed.
Her eyes snapped open and she released my hand. I stretched it out, checking the teeth marks. At least she hadn’t broken the skin.
“Ideally fuck first,” she growled,“and kill after.”
We glared at each other.
Then I felt myself ooze.
The trickle slid down to her hand.
Her scent rose—and I snapped.
Chapter 24
Lielit
Are you sure I have to do it with him?I demanded, even as I jerked the dick’s dick.
Ah, yes. It’s him or suffer. And claw him—don’t bite hard enough to break the skin, Bouda said, her voice calm and steady in my head.
His precum dribbled over my hand. The scent I’d been ignoring hit me head-on, no longer something I could push aside. Each note slid down the back of my throat, unavoidable.
We stared at one another. I hoped my eyes spat every ounce of hatred I felt—for him and the dumb wolf who had done this to me. If it hadn’t been for Bouda, I would have thought I was sick again.
His eyes widened, pupils dilating until they nearly swallowed the green-blue of his irises. He growled and shoved me onto my back.
I released him and punched him straight in the throat.
Thanks, I said to Bouda, who lent her strength and momentum to the blow.
We watched as he clutched his neck—grunting, choking, gasping for air.
When his eyes watered, I couldn’t help but smile. Not a weak one. A real one. It felt so damn good.
He finally sucked in a breath and tumbled off the bed—unfortunately.
He launched into a rant, swearing, pacing, being himself. I barely listened.
My eyes tracked his dick as it bobbed once… twice. As he stalked back and forth, it swung heavily from side to side. My stomach clenched at the sight of it—thick, flushed, the knot swollen and angry at the base.
I’d never seen anything like it.
Heat flooded my thighs. Then another gush—and I moaned.
