Page 39 of Oath of Revenge

She stared at him, wondering if there was more underneath that Growler surface. In this moment, they stood on the edge of a cliff. If they went over it, she knew her life would never be the same.

She was so fucking tired of everyone avoiding her. But the way he looked up at her, as if she hung the stars in the sky…

She arched her back, offering her breasts to him.

He licked his lips, his jaw shifting back to mostly human, then leaned forward. His long, canine tongue swirled around her nipple, sending goosebumps spreading along her skin like lightning.

She gasped and jerked, her hands sliding into his mane of wolf fur. It was so soft and silky. She scratched behind his ears, and he froze before his jaw and body shivered and his tail thumped on the bed behind him. She squirmed, her hands diving deeper into his hair.

He growled and tugged her nipple into his mouth, his hands settling on her hips to hold her still. His breath was hot as fire, making her shiver with delight. His hands wrapped around her ass, cupping the mounds and pulling her between his legs.

His mouth switched to the other breast, working the tip to life and swirling his tongue around it before sucking hard. Her fingers tightened on his hair, pulling his head closer.

Fuck, this felt good. Beyond good. It was incredible. Like the stars in the sky burned brighter, and even with just his mouth on her and his hands on her ass, she was closer to that burst than she’d been on her own.

Holy hell, she was in trouble.

It was the last conscious thought she had because in the next moment, he dipped his fingers between her thighs from behind, the tip of one finding her dripping wet core. She moaned and clenched around him. It was torture, not enough friction, too slow. She needed more.

He growled and clamped onto her nipple, making her jump. His fingers dug into her ass as another finger joined the first and dove in and out.

Gods, it still wasn’t enough. She needed all of him. She breathed deeply of his mane, gripping hard as she tried to control herself, slow down, not go insane from his touch and the need for him.

Fuck, she didn’t need him. She was an independent Hunter, a survivor in any situation. She didn’t do team work, and she wouldn’t let herself become dependent on him.

But damn it, she knew his dick would be the only thing to ease this burning fire inside her.

Desperately, she lifted a shaky knee and set it on the bed in a half-straddle. She grabbed his cock and traced her slit with it. Gods, it was so big and heavy, thick with that glistening tip.

“My, my, what a big dick you have.”

He growled, his hips tensing as she squeezed. “The better to fuck you with, love.”

She moaned and licked her lips, but her pussy ached too much for her to taste and explore. She was too desperate. Her hand barely wrapped around it, but she squeezed and pulled him closer to her dripping center. She was bold, insistent as she teased them both.

He growled as his hands bit into her hips. “Put me out of my misery. Please,“ he said as he switched to her other breast.

His mouth grew frenzied the closer she brought him to her core. And still he waited for her, let her decide when it was time to put them both out of their misery.

The fingers that teased her gripped her ass and urged her closer, a soft nudge and nowhere near the barbaric Growler she thought he’d be. Her foot came off the ground, her weight only supported by her knee on the bed.

He released her breast and leaned back to meet her gaze as his hands on her hips shifted into claws. His patience combined with the burning desire etched on his face melted her. Something inside her chest seemed to dislodge, making it tight and breathing difficult. Panic clawed at her at the flood of emotions. She blinked, and lined him up with her entrance.

Together they moved as one, and she sank down inch by delicious inch. Time stood still. Neither of them breathed as they both tried to process their feelings.

With only the tip inside, she whimpered at the stretch. It was too much, too big. She couldn’t do this. It was simple biology.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he murmured against her breast. “Breathe, bunny. Let me in. You can do it, and it’ll be so worth it.”

She tried to obey, but fuck, he stretched her too much as she eased down another few centimeters. They both moaned, and his claws bit into her ass.

She put a hand on his shoulder and shook her head. “Fuck, I can’t do this.”

He immediately paused, looking up into her eyes. “Stay with me,” he growled.

She took a breath and said, “I’m trying to, you fucker, but the fates are wrong. This isn’t going to work.”

He grinned, his golden eyes going soft. “It’s going to work, bunny. Trust me.”

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