“Use your words; tell me what you are.”
She swallows and looks up at me through her lashes. “I’m a bad girl. A bad girl who needs to be punished.”
She rolls onto her stomach, pushing her ass up and looking back at me over her shoulder. “You going to spank me, Beta? Teach me a lesson?”
Her voice is a sultry purr that goes straight to my cock.
I walk up to her, dropping to my knees behind her and threading my fingers into her hair. I push her face down against the blanket, keeping her juicy ass in the air and rocking my hips against her, rubbing against her ass with my painfully hard and throbbing cock. Fuck, I can feel her wet heat through my damn jeans.
“Tell me, Princess, what do bad girls get? Do they get what they want?”
Her breath hitches, and her nipples harden as I move beside her. I plunge two fingers into her sopping wet cunt. She moans and rocks her ass backwards while her pussy constricts my fingers. Ifshe weren’t so soaked, she’s so tight I wouldn’t be able to move at all. I pull my fingers out and bring them to her lips, smearing her wet juices all over her lips before pushing into her mouth.
She tastes herself greedily, eyes defiant even as her body begs for more. She swirls her tongue around my fingers, sucking them clean like a good girl. So unlike her. But judging by her little whimpers and the heady scent of her arousal, she’s in need of a release that only I can give her.
“Answer me,” I prompt, removing my fingers.
“No. Bad girls get punished. They get treated like dirty sluts,” she says, her voice breathy and needy. Exactly how I want her. Fates, I could come in my damn pants again. She’s so much better than I could have ever imagined during those years I was pretending she wasn’t everything I wanted. She’s perfect.
“And do dirty sluts get their pussies filled?” I ask, bringing my wet fingers to her ass, pushing one inside her tight puckered hole as I tug roughly on one of her nipples.
She groans, and her breathing comes in short bursts. Her tangy scent is filled with nervous anticipation. She wants me to dominate her, but she’s scared at the same time. But that’s part of the fun. Aside from the tranquilizer incident, she knows I wouldn’t ever hurt her. Not in a way she wouldn’t love.
“No, they don’t,” I answer myself before spitting on her ass and working another finger into her tight hole.
“What’s your safe word, Princess?”
“Red,” she moans.
“Filthy girls who go out at night and strip off like little cock-hungry sluts don’t get what they want. They get punished. They get chased down and fucked hard. Maybe if you make it back to our bed before I catch you—without letting anyone see what’s mine—I’ll let you come.”
I bury one hand in her hair, tugging her head back while I continue to finger-fuck her ass. The sounds she makes are obscene. Loud and guttural, without a care for who can hear her. Reluctantly, I pull my fingers out of her and slap her ass firmly.
“Now run.”
She takes off, racing into the woods. I mindlink all warriors on duty to redirect them, ensuring there is absolutely zero chance of anyone seeing my mate naked or smelling the delicious honey running down her thighs.
My wolf pushes me to chase. Hunt her down and make her my prey. And after so much time fighting him, it’s nice to have us on the same page.
Chapter Forty-Three
Sofia
I tear through the forest, not caring about how my bare feet get scratched up or how the tree branches whip across my arms and chest. The cuts and scrapes are superficial; they’ll be gone before morning. What won’t heal is the ache between my thighs unless Luca does something about it.
Fates, I hate how much Ineedhim.
I don’t care in the slightest what Luca’s punishment will be, as long as I get to come. Preferably several times. No, scratch that.Definitelyseveral times.
I reach out through the bond, feeling Luca behind me, not too close, but gaining on me. I pick up my pace. Even as my lungs burn and my muscles scream, I push forward. Because running isn’t only an escape—it’s foreplay. Every step is an invitation. Every heartbeat dares him to catch me.
I push myself on, my pulse leaps as I get closer. If I can make it back, I win. I can put his tongue to good use. But pushing through here is risky the closer I get. Too many eyes, too many packmembers who might wander by. And I’m naked. Totally, stupidly naked.
I could shift. But I won’t. Shifting would break the tension, kill the anticipation. And the anticipation is half the high. The idea of being caught like this—my body bare and my pussy soaking wet—has me clenching around nothing. Fuck. Why didn’t I just wait in the cabin? I could be getting railed right now instead of doing cardio.
Luca’s cabin finally comes into view. I don’t dare reach through the bond to find out how close he is. I creep towards the edge of the tree line, scanning for any sign of other shifters. There’s a clearing in front of the cabin; the fastest way is straight across, but the safest is around the edge.
Fuck it. When have I ever played it safe?
