Page 26 of Never Submit

I want to slice and dice and revel in the death gargles of the others.

But the longer she stays on the ground, the longer I have to listen to her gasps and smell her terror coloring the air, and the less control I keep over myself.

Her terror and her…wolf?

I catch a flash of white fur, black claws, and I roar, digging my own claws into the side of the animal on top of her, hooking through his ribs, and tossing him effortlessly. He sails through the air and cracks against a nearby tree trunk.

It’s been too damn long since I’ve gotten to eviscerate someone, and I’m starting to get a little itchy. A little restless.

A little thirsty.

I turn on the other wolves, catching one in my sights and racing toward him. He’s not expecting me to move that fast and his reaction time is too slow. He turns a beat too late, and I slam into him. I bite down deep in the scruffy skin at the back of his neck until my canines pierce flesh and fur. His blood fills my mouth, and I jerk him from side to side. Holding on even as he tries to shake me off.

I bite deeper yet until the wolf beneath me yelps. He scrambles to unseat me from his back, and I rip at his underside with my back paws. I release him only long enough to circle around to his front and herd him closer to the tree. He’s limping, dripping blood on the forest floor.

And with a smile, I destroy him.

With my mouth around his neck, relishing the crunch of bone and tendon, I feel when his heartbeat slows and life leaves his body.

The other two are almost ridiculously easy to kill.

It’s ecstasy, and almost too hard for me to come back to myself and away from the glory of death. Only Red’s whimper is enough to splinter my attention.

I turn to her, and she’s covered in blood–hers and her attackers. The shift rips through me until I stand in front of her naked, steaming in the chill of evening.

“Dax,” she manages to squeak out.

I can barely think as she limps to me, throwing herself on me and latching her mouth to mine. Barely think as my tongue tangles with hers and my hands fist in her hair, pressing her close to me to the point of pain. To the point where she groans, and the sound is a mixture of agony and pleasure.

My hands fist in her hair to keep her face angled up to me. “Little Red. You’re all right now. I promise.”

It’s a statement, not a question, because she’s here with me. And I’ll sure as shit make sure she stays that way.

No one is going to take her away from me again.

Adrenaline burns through my system, and my cock hardens, searching for a place to bury itself. If I’m not inside of her this second…

She’s half-shifted.

I’ve never seen anything so fucking sexy in my life.

White fur speckles her forearms and the tops of her thighs. Her fingers are elongated and tipped with sharp claws.

Her eyes have changed.

I slide my hands up her silky inner thighs and paint her red in the process. Thunder roars through my veins and the only thing I can think about is the feeling of her. Her sweet dripping pussy clenched around my cock.

I want her in my den, my cave, covered in blood and riding me until she screams.

There’s no reining in my impulses now.

I drag what’s left of her pants and panties off and leave her ass bare. Red only hisses, lunging for me, wrapping her arms around my neck. I catch her around her waist, swinging her up into my arms so that she has no choice but to wrap her legs around me.

Running my hand between us, I find she’s already wet, crying out in need.

I rub the knuckle of my index finger through her slit before I bring it up to my lips and smell her, licking myself clean. So wet, so fucking delicious, tasting as sweet as blood.

“Dax! Please.”

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