Page 100 of Oath of Revenge

He sniffed and thrust his hips, “Ah, I see you do want me to fuck you like this. I can smell your pussy begging for it. Say you want it.”

She lifted her back hips and spread her legs slightly as she panted. “I don’t beg.”

He traced his cold, wet nose along her neck, and she shivered. “All you have to do is say yes, love, and I’ll fill that pretty pussy with this hard cock.”

“Just yes?” she asked, her jaw clenching as he ground into her, so close but not close enough.

“Yes,” he said, thrusting closer and lining the tip of his dick with her opening. She held still, and he didn’t move.

One breath, two, three. Finally, she rocked back, “For fuck’s sake, yes.“ The last sound was drawn out as he slowly slid inside.

He filled her, stretching her so wide she whimpered. Her legs shook, and he crooned softly.

“That’s it, take this big dick like the prey you are. Submit to me.”

“Yes,” she screamed when he bottomed out. He was too big normally, but like this, she felt like she was being ripped in two. He eased back out, her wetness squelching as she finally took a deeper breath and relaxed.

When he thrust back in, all the air whooshed out again. Squealing as he thrust to a rhythm only he could feel, she pressed her jaw into the frozen ground. The contrast of his burning heat behind her and the cold beneath her made her rock, craving first one then the other.

Soon, her ass was rising, pushing back to meet him thrust for thrust. She couldn’t take much more of this. It was too soon, too hard, too everything. She squealed again, her legs shaking as the abyss approached.

His Growler jaw opened, and he bit her neck. She shivered and came apart under him. Spasms wracked her body, and she cried as he thrust once more, his knot pressing against her opening as he released inside. He pulsed, filling her with his lava warmth as she clenched around him.

His mouth detached from her neck, and he licked the wound. The rasp of his wolf’s tongue made her spasm again, and he groaned. “Gods, Scarlet, that was—surreal. Are you alright? Are you back from being feral?”

She hummed. “Yes, I’m—I’m fine now.” So that’s what it was like to go feral.

Her body relaxed, and the familiar flood of magic made her clench her eyes tightly. The pain wasn’t as long this time, and when she opened her eyes, Wulfric knelt in his normal mostly human form with a frown. He ran his hands down her body, pausing on her skinned shoulder.

“You’re hurt,” he said.

She looked at it. “It’s barely a scratch.”

“I shouldn’t have been so rough. I’m sorry.”

She shrugged and sat up, the cold seeping into her bones quickly now that she was naked and her human self, antlers and all. She shivered, rubbing her arms as she looked around. “I said yes, Wulfric.”

He held out a hand, and she took it, standing on wobbly legs. She was tired, but not as much as she’d thought she would be. Perhaps having sex had made it an easier transition or it had given her a jolt of energy.

“Well, we’re not going to argue about it here. Let’s get you back to camp and the warmth of a fire before you freeze to death.”

Scarlet stepped away, wrapping her arms around her stomach, her nipples pebbling and her feet freezing on the snow. “I’m not going back to camp. You heard what they say. I’m not welcomed and never will be, not until I get the curses reversed, anyway. I had Elva do the spell, but it didn’t do anything except trigger me to shift into the scared little rabbit.”

She kicked at the snow, welcoming the stinging pain.

He slid his hands up and down her biceps. “Then we’ll find another way, but for now, come back to camp. We can talk this through once I’m done convincing the alphas to approve the treaty.”

The zing from his hands filled her, warming her chest and stomach down to her dripping pussy. She felt her resolve wavering, so she took a step back. “No, Wulfric, I can’t go back to camp. I don’t belong there. I’m right back where I started, and my only solution is still to make the Queen fix this.”

“And what if she can’t?” he asked softly as he strode toward a tree. “Follow me at least while we talk. There’s a pack of spare clothes nearby.”

Scarlet took a shuddering breath, following him on frozen feet. “Then she’ll die, consequences be damned.”

His eyes glittered gold as he glanced over at her. “That need for revenge will eat you alive, Scarlet. There’s more to life than that.”

She scoffed and wrapped her hands around her stomach again. “What, like being a good little mate at your beck and call in a camp full of my enemies who’ll never accept me as I am?”

He frowned and stopped, wiping the tear off her cheek. She took a slow breath as she stopped too.

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