He reaches into his pants pocket, pulling out a pocketknife. Itclickssoftly as it opens. Its blade reflects and shines the moonlight at just the right angle. Its jagged edges resonate with me—a tool meant for defense, too often turned into a weapon.
Like a knife, it has an owner—a master—who can choose to wield it for evil.
My enemy doesn’t cause me to flinch like he should. Caleb may be awful, but I’ve met bigger monsters than him. I also know, for some reason, deep down he isn’t going to hurt me. It’s probably the first time someone hasn’t been perceived as a threat to my wolf.
Caleb senses my calm demeanor. He inches the cold blade under the center gore of my bra and pulls me closer to him by it. Inches from my face, he growls. “I’m going to enjoy finding out just how much pain you can take. Would you like that?”
My mouth parts, but I’m too entranced by him to speak. And it’ssolike me to struggle to tell the difference between an invitation and a warning.
He raises an eyebrow. “I believe I asked you a question, baby girl. Do I need to repeat myself?”
I shake my head “no” vigorously.
“Then I expect an answer. Do you want to show me how much you can take before you scream for me to be merciful?” He breathes into my neck, encroaching my space but just barely touching me.
I need more. I need him. Now.
“Yes, Master,” I breathe.
Caleb hums. He dips his head down like he’s going to kiss my neck, and my wolf practically rolls over and exposes her belly for him. When I think he’s going to, unexpectedly, and in one swift jerking motion, he cuts my bra.
I gasp.
My breasts fall from their weight, free of its minimal support. My nipples harden instantly as the cool air kisses my skin.
Caleb chuckles softly.
When he disappears behind me, I get a complete view of the clearing. My breath is ripped from my throat. Below, the fatal cliff is stained with dried blood. My head snaps up to the sky as I think about falling to my death, then react instantly.
“Holy shit.”
A slight sting from a hard smack to my bottom follows my curse. “Are you breaking the rules already?”
My heart thumps with how close I am to the edge with a man who has been less than subtle about how much he hates me. “No, Master.”
“I sure hope not. But you should know, second chances aren’t really my thing.” Caleb takes his shirt and creates a makeshift muzzle, gagging me. “You may not be able to speak, but by all means...” From behind me, he leans in to whisper, “Scream as much as you want.”
My legs are spread and although free, they tremble with anticipation. I couldn’t move even if I wanted to. The thought occurs to me that I could kick him, break free and run. But something dark inside me wants my captor to touch me.
Slowly, Caleb cuts the rest of my clothes from my body. Completely bare to him, the breeze whispers against my southernmost region. The sensation only increases my eagerness.
He hasn’t touched me yet, and I’m panting.
Caleb rasps in my ear, “Nice ass.”
His words and warm breath against my ear has my eyes fluttering close.
“Mm!”
My eyes shoot open, and I gasp at the feel of a sharp smack against my bottom. The bite from the impact quickly dissipates and spreads into warmth across my skin.
Caleb chuckles. When he returns into view, he’s completely naked. My cheeks are definitely red. And I don’t just mean the ones on my bottom. His cock is impressively thick, long, straight and perfect.
He elongates a claw and drags it down me.
I hiss.
“Oof.” He continues swiping his claw down my leg. He sucks in through his teeth as a groan escapes my lips.
