“Witch!” Torrez yells at me, and I look up to find him only a couple feet away. “Stop. You won. This isn’t a fight to the death; you can let her go,” he tells me, but his words swim slowly in my brain, not making much sense.
He takes a step toward me, and I narrow my eyes at him and practically growl. Gasps sound off around me, but Torrez just smiles.
“You forget, Witch, the kill is not the prize tonight. I am. Let’s do something else with all that aggression streaming through you.” Torrez’s tongue darts out to lick his full lips, and I track the movement and find myself mirroring it. His molten brown eyes dip down to my mouth, and he gives a little growl of approval. He offers his arm, and I debate for a second, my hand gripping Brun’s chin, before letting go and setting my palm inside Torrez’s.
“That’s my girl,” he coos at me before he throws me over his shoulder and slaps my ass hard. “Now, let’s go make you mine.”
12
Torrez practically kicks the door down, but I don’t say anything about it since I find it hot as fuck. Thedenthe Volkovs have provided is a small log cabin tucked back in the trees, away from all the other houses. I try not to think of it asthe house of fuck, even though it’s clear that’s all this place is used for. I’d guess every mated pair in this pack sealed the deal in this place, and I try to not get the heebie-jeebies. I take in the rustic furniture and the big wood-framed bed and try not to think about what a blacklight would find in this place.
Torrez sets me on my feet and closes the door. He turns back to me, and that same predatory gleam is in his eyes that was there the other day when I ran from him. It once again sends flurries of anticipation and excitement blazing through me. He scents my emotions in the air immediately, and the corners of his mouth tilt up in a smirk.
“You going to run from me again, Witch? Let me show you how dominant I can be?” he asks, and my stomach flip flops at the gravel in his tone and the images his questions conjure.
“You want me to make you work for it, Wolf? Is that what you need?” I ask curiously, hunger in my voice and wetness pooling between my thighs.
“I think you need me to earn it,” he counters.
I contemplate those words and realize he might be right. I’m not sure why that is. I haven’t felt that way with the others, but my relationship with Torrez has been different from the start. More aggressive. He brings out this side of me that I usually tuck away when I’m not fighting, and I like it. I eye him up and down and then meet his gaze with a teasing smile.
“So earn it then,” I tell him, and then I leap toward the bed in an effort to get away from him.
I want the higher ground that the bed provides to defend myself better, but I clearly need to come up with a plan B because Torrez plucks me out of the air like a fucking frisbee and pulls me into him. Excitement squeaks out of me, but I bite down on it and push to get out of Torrez’s arms. He nips at my neck in response to my half-hearted efforts, and my nipples grow hard. I bite him on the shoulder, and he growls and proceeds to back me into the wall.
“Sure you don’t have any shifter in you?” Torrez asks me huskily.
“No idea,” I answer, just as breathless.
Torrez licks the shell of my ear and then whispers, “You’re about to.”
I laugh at the awful pick-up line, and his eyes light up with mirth.
“Now kiss me, Witch,” he orders as his hands skim up my sides, and he pins me against the wall with his hips. He pulls up the bottom of my tank top and whips it off over my head. I grab the back of his neck and pull his lips to mine. We fight for control of the kiss and battle for dominance over each other’s mouths. I bite Torrez’s lip, but he doesn’t even flinch when I draw a small amount of blood. He just growls into my mouth and grinds up into my spread thighs.
He paws the front of my bra and tugs it away from my body. I wore actual clothes for this dinner instead of workout gear and, therefore, a proper bra, clasps and all. I pull away from his bruising kiss. “Don’t fucking rip it,” I warn him. “I only have so many good bras on this trip.”
He groans and kisses his way across my jaw. “I’ve never been good at these evil little contraptions,” he tells me between kisses, pulling on the front of it again.
I laugh. “You’re telling me the big bad wolf has been bested by a bra?”
Torrez smiles at my teasing challenge and then rips the bra off me in one quick pull. “Not anymore,” he tells me with a smirk.
“You fucking prick,” I yell at him and push off against the wall with my good arm in an effort to unpin myself. “You did not just do that after I told you not to!” I try to push him away from me, needing adequate distance so I can yell at him, but he fights to keep me pinned. I ignore how much I like that and focus on my outrage over the battered garment that’s been flung to the ground. We wrestle back and forth, me gaining some space between us, and him slamming me back against the wall and pressing into me.
I realize I’ve been duped into thinking I’m going to gain the upper hand, when I shimmy up high on the wall and try to kick out at Torrez. He simply smiles the epitome of a wolfish grin, grabs my leg, puts his big hands under my ass and pulls my center right to his face. He nuzzles my wet panties and sniffs deeply.
I slap his arm. “Quit being fucking weird,” I growl at him and then bite back a moan when the tip of his nose circles my needy clit.
He brings one hand out from where it’s supporting me high upon the wall and grabs the side of my panties and rips them off too.This motherfucker better believe he’s buying me new underwear.Torrez latches onto my clit and starts to suck on it, and all thoughts of underwear shopping go flying out of my sex-hazed brain.
I crack my head against the log wall when I throw it back to shout out a “fuck yes!” Torrez eats, sucks, and licks me like he’s trying to win a pie eating contest, and my pussy is the pie. And not just any pie, like the best pie he’s ever tasted, and he’s determined that no morsel should be left behind. I come so hard that I unashamedly grab Torrez by the back of his neck and grind against his greedy mouth as I ride out my orgasm. He growls in approval, and the vibration of it sends me up and over into another orgasm that leaves me jelly-like and has me practically melting into the wall with satisfaction.
Torrez slides my body down his, and I realize he’s still completely dressed. I’m two orgasms in and blissed out, and I haven’t even managed to get him naked yet. I reach for his shirt and pull it off, needing to feel his warm skin against mine immediately. I hurry to unbutton his pants, ignoring the twinge it causes in my shoulder and forearm. I push them down his hips, and his erection springs out like an aggressive beacon of promised pleasure. I blame my post-orgasm brain, because the next thing I know, I’m kissing the tip of Torrez’s cock and thanking it in advance for what it’s about to do.
“Did you just thank my cock?” Torrez asks on a choked laugh.
I pause for a minute and try to come up with some logical explanation for what I just did, but there just isn’t one.
