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One last line completed the rune, and I went invisible.
For a few seconds, I didn’t move from my place, wanting to see what he would do. At first he blinked, looking around as if I would appear again any second. I could if I wanted to. If I dropped the invisibility right beside him, I might get a hit on him.
Where was the fun in that, though?
I wanted the chase. To be caught at the end and have him do what he wanted with me.
Clearly, I was going insane from the ever-increasing levels of Omega hormones.
“Freya, I can catch your perfume from three blocks away. You don’t have a chance in hell.”
“That’s what makes it fun,” I said.
And then I took off. Making my footsteps softer or hiding my scent from him would be simple runes that I knew by heart, but I needed to give him something to go on. I darted around partiers and between parked cars, heading toward my apartment. Shan knew what I was, I was sure of it. He wasn’t an idiot. Having him near my nest wouldn’t change a damn thing anymore.
I’d gone a few streets down by the time I chanced a look back, and when I did, I found I couldn’t see him following me. I felt him watching me, tracking my movements, just like I had when he’d stalked me from the club. Could angels go invisible? Because it would be damn hard to hide a wingspan as wide as his. This area had fewer rooftops for him to hide on and the residential apartment buildings were spaced further apart than the skyscrapers back by the club.
Slowing to a walk, I kept myself on high alert, pulling out my wand and holding the slim wood in front of me. If he got close enough that I needed to use magic, it wouldn’t do me much good. Clutching it was a habit.
Beside the front door to my apartment building, I paused. He could have gone ahead of me once he realized I was heading in this direction. Was he inside? Would he pounce as soon as the lobby door clicked unlocked? My heart was pounding with the adrenaline of being chased, pussy pulsing with need. Wherever Shan found me, he would pin me down and ravage me as I fought back.
Not that I would fight back seriously. I wanted to punch him in his stoic face, but I knew that if I told him to stop in no uncertain terms, he would do it.
As I was staring at the front door, a hand came down on my shoulder and yanked me back into the small garden in our front yard. The breath left me on a gasp that Shan stopped with his hand over my mouth. I could tell it was him from the scent, ink and paper comforting me.
“Did you think I wouldn’t catch you when you finally kept still, scrappy?”
I jerked my body away from him, but his steel arms held me to his chest. My wand was lying on the ground, forgotten. Cursing, I dropped the invisibility with a quick thought. “Scrappy? You’re giving me pet names, now? That’s a fucking dog name.”
He kissed my neck, but followed the gentle touch with a harsh bite. Groaning, I struggled harder, trying to kick my feet back and catch him in the groin. Shan knew to expect that and was protecting the crown jewels diligently. Just the act of fighting back and being restrained made me gush, though. Slick slid down my thighs, my flimsy cotton panties doing nothing to help. He could smell me and if he moved one of his hands further down, his fingers would slip underneath my dress and feel how wet I was.
“It’s fitting. You’re a fighter, but a scrappy one. Understandable, since you’re so small. I doubt you would beat me without dirty tricks.”
I hissed, thrashing about again in irritation at the taunt. “Why don’t you fucking try me?”
“Another time. Tonight, I’ve caught you. That means you’re mine.”
Breath hitching, I tried to kick for his balls again.
“What, you don’t want to anymore?” he teased, caging me with one arm while the other went up to wrap around my neck. The pressure got me precariously close to the edge of an orgasm. I would say that I was going into heat, but I wasn’t lusting after his knot. All I wanted washim.In any form I could have him, knot or no knot. “Maybe you’re all talk, scrappy.”
With only one arm banding my torso, it was easier to tell when his grip loosened. I took the chance and thrust my head back, contacting his face. At the same instant, I dropped, freeing myself from his grip and darting to press my back against the wall of the building. I had my knife in my hand before he had time to recover.
Blood dripped from his mouth, my attack splitting his lip. I would feel bad, but the violence made me horny. From the dark look in his eyes and the bulge in his pants, being hit turned him on, too. Slipping his own knife out of its sheath, he stalked toward me, stopping before I stabbed him. “Knife play, huh? You’re a fucking brat.”
“Oh yeah? Are you going to shove me into line, Daddy?”
The verbal jab hit him right where I wanted it to. Right in the groin. He enjoyed being called Daddy. I had no idea why, but the taunt gave me a thrill. It might have something to do with how much he liked his discipline.
He pressed closer toward me, knife held up to parry my attacks, and I tried to find an opening on him. There wasn’t one. Not a single weak spot I found to manipulate. When he got close enough to reach out and grab me, I tried to strike anyway. Going low, I slid across the grass as my knife cut through the skin of his calf, leaving it bleeding. I didn’t get away.
Shan caught me by the hair, tugging me up by a handful of it and disarming me with his other hand. “You should be more scared of drawing blood like that.”
“What do you plan to do about it?”
His lip had already healed, and his leg would be right behind. I wouldn’t mind if he cut me, too, but he wouldn’t. Angels could get beaten up all day without truly taking a hit. Witches were regrettably fragile. Until I proved to him I liked the pain, I’d have to settle for him pulling my hair and bruising my ass.
“For tonight, I’m getting real tired of not having my cock buried in your sweet cunt. Bring me up to your unit.”
