But this wasn’t like that.
He’d never teased me like this during the suite chases. Never threatened me with vengeance for having sex with someone other than him.
In this unknown forest, he stalked me with a predatory intent I now knew came from being a bear.
Somewhere in the distance, I could hear Gideon and Callum calling my name.
Yelling at Rys to stop. Not to touch me.
But he kept coming. Relentless. No matter how fast I ran or how many corners I cut, he was always just a few paces behind.
Until suddenly I wasn’t running anymore.
I was being slammed into the round, sturdy post of a big wooden lookout that stretched high above the treetops.
“What do we have here?” He turned me around, trapped my hands above my head with one large palm around my wrists and looked down my body with a judgmental sneer. “A filthy little rabbit who thought she could escape me.”
He reached between my legs and scooped.
I shuddered with shame. I’d leaked so much while running, but my sex was still slick—still coated in spend, with plenty left inside for him to scoop out and shove into my mouth with two fingers.
“Suck,” he commanded.
I stared back at him, eyes defiant.
“I said suck, you little brat,” he growled. “Suck on the cum from the males you thought you could fuck in front of me—whileyou answer all my yes/no questions.”
I hated that even after seven months apart, my body was still so primed I couldn’t stop myself from doing what he told me.
I sucked on the two thick fingers he’d jammed into my mouth, triggering the primitive reflex that sent a rush of calm through my overstimulated body, twisting and tangling with the heat and shame.
“They don’t know your body chemistry like I do,” he said. “I could smell you were ovulating the moment I walked through the door. Did you ask them to fuck a baby into you like you asked me?”
It was more nuanced than that. But he said yes/no.
I nodded.
His gaze darkened. “Of course you did.”
“Rys, what the hell are you doing to her?”
Gideon’s voice—closer now. Somewhere just outside my line of sight.
I could only imagine what I looked like. Pinned against a pole, braless chest heaving under Cal’s t-shirt, which was hiked high enough to expose the curve of my pussy and ass. And cum. So much cum still running down my legs.
Two sets of bootsteps inched closer. But then Mr. Good—Rys… turned his eyes to the side. And they stopped. Just like that. As if he had some kind of command over them that I couldn’t hear.
He swung his gleaming gaze back to me. “Did they tell you that we’re bear shifters?”
I nodded.
“Did they tell you about bond bites?”
Another nod.
“Were they fully upfront with you?” He scanned my face with cold eyes. “When they fucked you in the same bed, did they tell you what that meant? Did they mention the Ayaska rule about not sharing a woman unless you intend to bond bite her?”
Wait—what?
