“Amabel has enough sanity for both of us,” I giggled, then savaged his earlobe with my teeth.
He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he reached a fallen oak, peeled me off of him, and turned me around. Before I could catch my breath, he pushed me to my knees and bent me over the thick trunk, then flipped up my dress as he knelt behind me.
“Last chance to change your mind.” His fingers paused, hooked in my panties.
“You say that every time.” I licked the drool at the corner of my mouth, my whole body quivering in anticipation. “You should know by now I’mnevergoing to do something sensible like that.”
Fabric ripping sent another thrill through me. I heard his zipper, felt the heat of him against my ass and thighs, and then—
“Oh,shit!” I shrieked as he did exactly what I’d asked.
No gentleness, no kissing, no foreplay. Just pure, animal force that made my legs shake and my vision blur. Exactly what I needed.
“Harder!” I demanded, pushing back against him and bracing my hands on the tree trunk.
He pulled out and slammed back in with enough force to jostle my tits out of my bra, and I screamed with laughter. Here was the storm Amabel kept caged, the chaos she denied us both.
“Louder.” Foster’s fingers twisted in my hair, yanking my head back, and I moaned at the pleasure-pain. “Let everyone hear what a whore you are.”
As I howled for him, he drove in deeper, harder, faster, one hand fisted in my hair and the other slipping around to pinch and pull my left nipple.
And my mind finally, blissfully, went quiet. No thoughts of Amabel or Mother or plans or failures. Justsensation, raw and overwhelming and liberating like nothing else could ever be.
“Hurts so good,” I crooned against the rotting bark. “Leave more marks.”
He obliged, dragging my head to the side and sinking his teeth into my nape, his fingers gripping my tit in a punishing hold. As his pace turned wild, the world narrowed to wet slaps and animal sounds until my climax ripped through my body, stars detonating behind my eyelids.
Giving my tit a final rough squeeze, he released my hair and smacked my right ass cheek, then pulled out and came all over his handprint.
Through my harsh, heavy pants, I heard him zip up his jeans. When I found the energy to turn my head, he was already walking away without a backward glance.
“Sweet dreams, crazy lady,” he called over his shoulder, disappearing into the darkness.
I collapsed against the log, utterly spent, savoring the feel of his seed sliding down my ass cheek. My body hummed with pleasure, my skin tingling where his fingers had dug in. I’d becoveredin bruises tomorrow. Such delicious souvenirs.
Eventually, I staggered upright. My dress hung in tatters, my hair a snarl. I glanced down at the shredded remains of my underwear and giggled, leaving them draped over the log. A little present for Foster to find later. Maybe he’d keep them as a trophy.
The last of my anger had burned away, replaced by a strange, floating lightness. Singing, I skipped toward home.
“One to wish,
Two to lie,
Three to kiss,
Four to die.”
I registered the twigs and stones beneath my bare feet as just enough pain to keep my mind quiet. The night air kissed my flushed skin through the tears in my dress, and I twirled occasionally, skirt flaring out around my thighs.
If Amabel wouldn’t act,Iwould. Simple as that. Tomorrow, I’d find a mutt stupid enough to spy on that baby brat.
And if her new alpha caught him and skinned him alive? Well…
I grinned up at the slice of moon visible through the trees.
That’s just part of the fun.
7. Surprise for You
