Page 9 of Evil Hearts

“Tsk. Bad dog, Fenn. You said this wasn’t a weird sex thing,” she purred, an entirely new confidence coloring her words.

The burning, welcome shame of her gentle teasing did him in. He thrust against the fence, unable to hold back his whine as she watched, amused and out of reach.

“Do you have a safe word?” she asked, arms folded across her chest as she waited.

Fenn stared at her, not quite believing how well this was suddenly going.

“Stop lights work. Red, Yellow, Green,” he managed after a few false starts, his vision of her rippling like a heat mirage.

“And do you want to give me your leash?” she asked, eyes trailing up his shaking body, fingertips casually extended to receive it.

After a quick metallic rattle, he eventually shoved the lead handle through the fence so she could grab it. His hard panting was audible now.

“Please. Anything. Anything you want. Touch me. Punish me. Whatever you want, Addison,” he rambled, openly begging like a dog under the Thanksgiving table.

“And if you can’t talk, what’ll you do?” she asked.

Come, probably, his brain answered, before he managed to course-correct into a question. “If I can’t talk…?”

“Mhm. A non-verbal safe word, Fenn. Show me how you’ll signal me to stop.”

She tilted her head, regarding him with a casual, unbothered demeanor. His opinion of Addison as a trainer soared exponentially.

Something he could do if he couldn’t talk...C’mon Fenn. “Uh. I can…snap my fingers?”

She pulled the leash down, shoving his face against the fence. “Good boy.”

“Yes, oh fuck yes. Please, Addison. I’m your good boy. Please touch me.” he panted, voice high with need.

His knot was throbbing so hard he was surprised it hadn’t unraveled the goddamn metal weaving. The noise he let out when her fingertips finally made contact with his knot—too gentle, but still heavenly—was from Fenn-the-human, but the howl he let out when she nonchalantly squeezed his knot was purewolf.

“Little puppy, I like it when you beg,” she cooed. “Now let’s see just how much of a good boy you can be for me.”

Chapter 5

Addison felt alittle blissed out herself—this wasn’t a dream, she had areal live werewolfin her hands—literally. Better yet, he was stupid hot, trapped in a fence, and completely at her mercy.

And he had aknot. She was still processing the possibilities, honestly, but she knew better than to show hesitation in front of an animal…or half of one, anyway. It was easier to focus on what she actually had first-hand knowledge of right then—and that just so happened to be BDSM.

Unlike puzzling over the canine-inspired anatomy sprouting from the groin of her apparently-paranormal, deliciously submissive crush,the checklistwas something she knew well.Rules, consent, communication. Knowing where you stood, and with the right partner, that safety and meeting each others’ needs were of paramount importance.

That said, they were both definitely breaking some rules here. But she wasn’t trying to write a guidebook on ethical BDSM—she was just trying to help a poor, stuck puppy out. Besides, you still wore a seatbelt when you drove over the speed limit, right? No need to abandon safety entirely, even if this entire scenario was rapidly approaching peak fantasy material.

The vision of Fenn trapped behind the fence, immobilized and whining, was like a Christmas present come early. If he’d beenhuman, as embarrassing as it would have been for both of them, she would have called paramedics.

But as a werewolf? That was a dirty little secret she clearly needed to keep for both their sakes. It was also one that she didn’t mind consensually exploitating for her troubles.

But ethical conundrums were boring; restrained, submissive werewolf boys were not. She not only had Fenn’s permission to touch him now, she had something even better—his desperation.

The leash went slack, the loop sliding up her wrist as she drew light fingers across his cock. The sound of his shudder and the rattling of the fence warned her how much even this light touch affected him.

She bent down to look at his knot more closely. Addison’s gaze flicked up to his with a savage smirk after noticing the precum steadily dripping from his tip.

“Now Fenn,” she chided, very aware now of how her ‘trainer voice’ seemed to affect him. “Good boys know to wait for a command, so you can’t come until I say so.”

He whined, those beautiful hazel eyes almost manic with need. Words failed him as he resorted to rapid, half-crazed nodding. That wouldn’t do.

“Speak,” she giggled, her stern act faltering for a moment. “C’mon, Fenn. Tell me you can do as you’re told.”

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