She leaned back and dragged her nails down farther until she met the hardness of his cock. Wrapping her fingers around the shaft, she pumped once, twice, and yanked him to her.
“Try harder.”
His nostrils flared as he lifted her tossed her back onto the bed.
“You are trying my patience.”
Oh, you have no idea, mister.
She scrambled to a crouch.
“Don’t you dare, Fabiana.”
Yup, exactly.
Leaping to the side, Fabiana transformed into her wolf in the same motion. She needed to get a leg up on speed, and no one was faster than Adonis. The shock of her change gave her enough time to get past him and race toward the door.
She heard his growl, heard the scratching on the floor as his wolf took over.
They always like the chase.
Fabiana yipped her laughter at him before charging down the halls. Left, right, up down. The direction didn’t matter, only the scraping of their claws the floor. The more she led him and didn’t get caught, the madder he became.
She could thank him for this, for breaking her out of her shell enough to have this level of confidence between them. No matter what happened, she was more than happy she could be who she really was. Her father had forced her to be the thing of men’s dreams, and when she was free of them, she wanted to be what men forgot, the flower on the wall they never wanted to pluck.
Both were lies.
Fabiana wanted to be a woman who was respected for her mind, craved for her body, and equal to those around her. She wanted to know she could stand next to her sisters and pack, that she wouldn’t be faceless.
Adonis gave her that.
His howl ricocheted off the walls, doors opened, and wolves looked out to watch the chase.
She snarled in warning, and all eyes widened before doors closed again. This wasn’t a time for other wolves to join her play. Even the security forces who stalked the halls quickly moved out of their way when she snapped. They knew the wolf behind her.
If her mate wanted to have her, he’d have to catch her.
Hot breath skirted her flank, and she sank low before twisting her flexible spine and spinning directions, just like Pasquale had taught her. The move wasn’t easy to do without practice, but she’d been doing it for years to escape. Adonis’s larger, shaggy brown wolf slid on the ground, claws gripping for purchase before he slammed into the nearest wall.
“Got you, big guy.”
“I’m going to blister your ass.”
“Promise?”
“Fabiana.”
“Pequeña.”
Again yipping her laughter in the air, she pushed her legs to work faster as she raced back toward the room. He wanted to be an idiot, she’d lock him out.
Wonder how long it would take him to rip it down.
Score!
Maybe Silva and Giules were too much of an influence on her.
She saw the room in front of her and moved faster, stretching her stride as wide as possible.
