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He glimpsed down at my chest for a moment, and I swore I saw his canine teeth lengthen inside his mouth. Warmth exploded through me. I pressed my thighs together, and his gaze lowered even more to them.

“Am I crazy to think that beast chased me through the woods yesterday?”

“Yes,” he snapped. While he tried to hide it, I could hear the slight tremble in his voice.

I leaned forward and stared up at him through my lashes. “Oh, yeah?”

His jaw twitched. “Yeah.”

“And that he ate my pussy,” I murmured, uncrossing my arms and drawing my finger up his forearm to his bicep, “until I was trembling and crying and whimpering for him to stop because it felt too good?”

“Ember,” he growled. “Stop it.”

“Am I crazy to want it again?”

Davix snapped his hand around my throat and pinned me to the nearest tree. His canines extended far past his lips now, and his eyes glowed the brightest shade of gold that I had ever seen. “I said to stop!”

My heart pounded even harder, my pussy pulsing at his mere tone.

“Or what?” I whispered, nipples aching. “What are you going to do about it?”

“What am I going to do about it?” he repeated, slowly losing control. “I’ll show you what I’m going to do about it.” He ripped off the small bikini bottoms that Hazel had lent me, tearing them down the middle with his huge … claws?! Then he pushed two fingers between my pussy lips and found my clit. “When I’m finished with you, the only thing that’ll be coming out of your mouth are those same desperate little whines and whimpers from yesterday.”

Chapter Twelve

Ember

“You think touching me like this is going to make me⁠—”

A moan left my lips, and I grabbed on to his huge bicep to hold myself up. My legs trembled, my mouth unable to finish the sentence. With his hand around my neck, Davix pinned me to the tree so I couldn’t squirm away.

“Yeah, I do think touching you like this is going to make you come,” he growled.

Pressure rose higher inside my core, a wave of heat rushing through my body. I dug my fingernails into his thick muscles to displace the pain, yet he didn’t even flinch. And, God, it was so fucking sexy.

“Well …” I said, trying to get the words out. “I don’t … you’re going to have to try harder than⁠—”

Davix smacked his large, rough hand against my clit, and the pleasure exploded through me.

“Oh my God!”

Before another moan could leave my mouth, Davix covered it with his hand that had been around my throat as if he didn’t want anyone else to hear. But I wanted that girl to hear Davix making me come and not her.

She had been all over him, yet he wanted me.

I bit him on the hand—by accident, of course—causing him to pull his hand away.

“You have a bratty mouth, Emmie.” He growled into my ear. “We’re going to fix that.”

Another wave of pleasure raced through me, and I pressed my thighs together as his hand came down on my clit again. I glared up at him through the ecstasy and pushed on his wrist, wishing that it didn’t feel as good as it did.

Stupid alphahole.

“How does Mr. Drama Queen plan on fixing that?” I asked once I finally came down from the pleasure. My gaze focused on how dilated his pupils were, the sharpness of his twitching jaw, the fire in his smirk. “Hmm?”

Davix shoved me onto my knees, his huge bulge inches from my face. He gripped himself through his swim trunks, stroking his dick through the wet material. “Don’t get smart with me, Emmie.”

My eyes dropped to it, and I pressed my thighs together. Fuck, he’s so big!