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He stops in the stream and lifts his nose in the air as he tries to work out whether I went upstream or down. Anticipation coupled with pride, as I watch this massive wolf seek me out, has me whimpering with need.
With a low rumble, he sniffs once more, and his head snaps to face me. Eyes dancing with mischief lock on to mine. He stalks closer and my body floods with adrenaline, torn between loving the chase and the desire to see what happens when I'm caught.
Frozen in place, I wait as he approaches with confidence, predatory and majestic. Stopping a few feet away, he looks both smug and proud; he found me, but it was harder than he expected.
He’s in for a shock if he thinks I’m going to be the kind of mate who just rolls over and lets him have his way.
Shifting to his human form, he stands and reaches for me, but all I can focus on is his naked body, right here in front of me. Whimpering again, I creep forward and he sinks his hands deep into my fur.
“What a gorgeous girl you are,” he hums, and my wolf preens at his praise. “Now let Belle come back. I need to show her it’s not nice to torture her poor mate.”
With a nervous yip, my wolf spins, rubbing her fur against his legs and covering him in her scent. He watches with a heated expression on his face as I shift back and slowly stand, hands spread at my sides, placing one foot slightly behind the other.
“Don’t run again, Belle,” he warns. “This time when I catch you, I’ll fuck you on the spot.”
His threat makes me pause; running again had been my plan, the adrenaline rush pushing me to continue the chase. Clearly, it’s not a good idea, so I force myself to relax and loosen my limbs. I let out a deep breath and smile when Ethan’s easy grin spreads across his face.
I’m thinking about how much fun it’ll be to do this again when we are marked, but he’s suddenly on top of me, all traces of laid-back Ethan gone. In his place, a fierce, possessive male who is not one bit happy. He presses my back against a tree, grabbing my hands and pinning them over my head. Shoving a thigh between my knees, he parts my legs easily.
“I take it you’re not working for Steel as an accountant,” he murmurs, his lips trailing across my collarbone, sending shudders of need through my body. Rocking against him, I cry out when he nips at my shoulder; he doesn’t break the skin, but it’s enough to send a flare of panic through me.
“Enforcer,” I whisper, my mind hazy as the feel of his naked body so close to mine steals my concentration.
“And what, pray tell, is an enforcer of the Head Alpha doing on her own in the back of beyond while there’s a threat against his new mate?”
Shit.
“Annual leave,” I mumble, leaning into him as he licks his way up my neck, leaving featherlight kisses along my sensitive skin. He scoffs at my ridiculous answer, but I don’t care if he doesn’t believe me. All I care about right now is that he doesn’t stop.
“Try again.” It’s an order, but his tone is soft. When he grips my hair in his fist, tilting my head to the side and exposing my throat to his caresses, I moan, despite recognizing the move for the trap it is. He’s using my desire against me, and I couldn’t care less.
“Going to visit a friend.” Technically, it’s the truth.
“You’re sure about that?”
I nod emphatically, grinding my needy pussy against his thigh, but he pulls away, earning an angry groan from me. His piercing blue eyes study me closely; sensing no lie, he leans back and runs his nose along mine affectionately. His hand on my waist drifts lower, teasing my lips apart and trailing through my slick. His finger draws my wetness up over my clit and he strokes me lazily.
“Male friend?” More a snarl than a sentence, the words are barely distinguishable. My poor mate is jealous already and I haven’t even left his company. How is he going to cope when we’re properly parted?
“No. A she-wolf named Liv. I haven’t seen her in years.” Again, all true.
“Good girl,” he whispers, kissing me gently, ignoring my attempts to deepen the kiss and tempt him into something more. He smiles, and slaps my pussy, hard enough to make me twitch but lightly enough that it sends pleasure scorching through my body. Soothing the shock by stroking a finger inside me, I buck in his grip, but he has me right where he wants me. Tormenting me, he adds a second and slowly pumps in and out of me, twisting his hand so I can’t rub my clit against it, can’t get the friction I need so badly.
“I thought you said I was a good girl?” I moan, my voice a pathetic whine as I swivel my hips, trying to get him to touch me where I need it most. Stubborn and having way too much fun, he brings me to the brink over and over, but each time, refuses to push me over the edge.
“Maybe for eventually telling me the truth, but that doesn’t excuse running. Never for running. And bad girls have to beg.”
With my need for him dripping down my bare thighs, any semblance of my pride is long gone, “Please, Ethan. Please.”
With a chuckle, he leans back to look at me. I know my eyes are wild and my hair is a tangled mess. His intense gaze runs the length of my body, and he slowly shakes his head. I cry out in indignation.
“Sometimes, not even begging works. Sometimes, you have to show just how sorry you are.”
My eyes widen in disbelief as I realise he’s genuinely prepared to leave me hanging. He grips his cock and pumps it, teasing me with the sight of him - thick, hard, and ready. It makes my pussy clench; the longing to have him buried inside me, overwhelming. Standing in shock, my jaw hanging open, I shriek when he unceremoniously tosses me over his shoulder and slaps my ass.
“You can think about how you’re going to make it up to me during the walk back.”
I’m outraged, squirming to get free, and I curse at him for being so unsympathetic to his mate’s agony. But as I watch his muscular ass flex with each step, and admire the muscles in his back moving as I dangle over his shoulder, I grin. This isn’t so bad. Pinching one temptingly perfect butt cheek, I laugh when he shouts, batting my hand away and slapping my ass once more.
