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Turning my head, I sink my teeth into his wrist so deep, I feel his blood burst across my tongue. He screams and tries to pull back, but I grip the bars, using my superior strength to hold on, gnawing on it until a gun is pressed to my head.
Chuckling, I step back, releasing him while his blood drips down my chin.
He pulls his hand through the bar and cradles it, his blood hitting the floor as he stares at me in shock while the hunter with him holds the gun shakily. Licking my fangs, I wink at him. “You taste just like steak.”
His nostrils flare, and his teeth grind. “Let’s see if you’re so cocky tomorrow.” When I just stand there, he snorts and looks around. “All of you are to be our entertainment. We voted and figured it’s the best way.”
My eyes follow his to the giant penned ring at the bottom. It’s raised so everyone can see inside, and a domed cage sits atop it so no wolf or human can escape.
As we watch, three feral wolves are thrown inside.
“All of you will face them, starting with our very own traitor hunters, only you won’t have any weapons. You like the wolves so much, boys, then you can be ripped to shreds by them.” He laughs.
I laugh with him, and he looks back at me. “After I kill them, I’m coming after you next,” I promise, licking my teeth again. “And I’ll eat you alive.”
“If you’re so hungry”—the hunters close in on Vale’s and Lucien’s cages—“then let’s feed you. Just try to leave something for the ferals.”
I watch as ten hunters drag Vale and Lucien out. They walk calmly, eyeing the hunters and looking for their chance, but they don’t have one. My cell door swings open, but I don’t move as they shove them inside and slam it shut once more.
The idiots just gave me what I wanted.
“Move the body,” the commander grits out, looking at my father. “She can watch while the ferals eat him tomorrow.” My eyes track my father’s body until it’s out of sight.
Turning away, the commander stomps off. “Until tomorrow. Get your rest!” he shouts.
His hunters follow him, not taking their eyes off me as I stand there, my mouth and chin coated in their leader’s blood.
CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
Quinn is watching us in a way I don’t like. Lucien and I are leaning into the bars that lead to Jai’s cage, where he’s pressed to the other side. She’s on her knees, watching us. Her eyes are bright blue with her wolf, and blood still covers her lips and chin. As I watch, she drops to her hands and crawls towards us.
“Quinn,” I warn, but it ends on a gasp as she crawls up my body and perches right on my lap, her heated core grinding down on my cock, and despite the circumstances, I start to get hard. I try really hard not to, focusing on the blood on her face, but that only makes me groan, my hands fisting at my sides. “Quinn,” I admonish, but it’s more of a pant.
She lost her father, so she’s not thinking clearly. She’s more animal right now?—
Her hand grips my chin, jerking my head back until it hits the bars with a resounding crack, the slight pain fading as she lowers her head. I try to pull away, but the strength in her one hand puts me to shame, and I realise she can easily overpower me.
She’s just been playing with us this entire time.
This is the true Quinn and the strength she kept hidden.
This is the beast.
When her lips crush against mine, I don’t even protest. I lose myself in her like I did the other night because I’d be a liar if I said I don’t want it. I crave her touch as much as I hate it. Even when we were enemies, I wanted her.
Her mouth is sweet, tangy with blood, and I groan as she grinds her hot little cunt against my hardening cock.
“Shit,” I hear someone whisper, but I don’t care.
I lose myself in her kiss, in the heat of her body against mine as she dominates me, nipping and eating my mouth until I almost spill in my jeans.
She pulls her head away, leaving me dazed as she turns her head, grabs Lucien, and drags him over. She kisses him hard, and I jerk in shock. I should be disgusted because that’s my brother, but I can’t be when she’s grinding her hot little body against mine as she kisses him.
He’s winding her up as he threads his hand in her hair, deepening the kiss, and she moans as I pant below her.
I need her attention. “Quinn.”
We might die tomorrow, or even tonight, and I cannot seem to care about all the reasons I’ve told myself I can’t have her. I want her, and she wants us.
