Page 287 of Rage

Ivy

“Does it bother you to know that I have mates? Real mates that you don’t have?” I ask while Ewan slides his hands down my sides and settles his thumbs in my waistband.

“Doesn’t change what you are, Ivy,” Hurst growls from his space on the couch across from us.

Turns out, it’s handy to have been kept prisoner by an abusive man who wanted to make sure you never shifted. Florian was well aware of all the little things Drake had in the house, including drugs to sedate them, extra chips to shock them if they shifted, manacles, and much more. And my mates were more than willing to break into the Forresters’ house tonight and use all of those items on them.

So now, Hurst, Acton, and Garrett are chained up in front of me, their sedation wearing off. Each one has tried to shift and been met with the reality that Ewan embedded a chip in the back of their necks.

And, to no one’s surprise, none of the men are very happy right now.

“Oh?” I ask, feeling the temperature in my body rise, and not from anger.

Fucking impending heat is killing me right now.

Garrett’s nostrils flare, and Ewan nuzzles into my neck. Florian takes a step in front of me, effectively blocking my view of the men, and takes a deep breath.

“You need us,” he tells me, and I nod. “Here?”

“Yes,” I assure him, realizing I mean it.

“What the fuck are you doing, Ivy?” Garrett spits, pulling at his restraints and making a loud clinking noise echo throughout the room.

Florian sinks to his knees in front of me and unbuttons my pants, staring up at me with his golden-brown eyes the entire time. “Just focus on me, love.”

I do just that after stepping out of my pants, and he dips his head to my pussy and starts to lick and suck like his life depends on it. He lifts one of my legs up over his shoulder as Ewan tugs my shirt up over my head. I’m not concerned about any of the men seeing me naked, not anymore.

Florian sucks on me hard, just as Ewan twists my nipples, and I cry out.

Garrett starts to laugh. A noise that goes right through me and snaps me out of my hazy, heated stupor. He’s laughed at me too many times. When I was hurt, when I was aching.

“Fuck you, Garrett,” I seethe, dropping my leg from Florian’s shoulder and stepping away from my two mates.

Neither of the men try to stop me, they just stand back, giving me the freedom to deal with my abusers however I see fit while I walk toward Garrett on the couch.

“I just hoped that maybe you would sound better. Like a real mutt whore when you got all worked up and into a heat. Not like some meek little cunt.”

My hand snaps out and grasps his jaw. Garrett smiles like the prick he is, until my claws flick out and stab into his skin. He hisses, and I press harder, forcing his mouth open wider. Whenhis tongue is fully visible, I reach my other hand in, grabbing it tightly before releasing his jaw and using my claws to slice through it.

Garrett lets out a garbled cry and thrashes wildly at the restraints as I saw away, cutting through the muscle bit by bit. When it finally comes free, he’s screaming. The sound is grotesque as blood pours from his mouth and he chokes on it. Sighing, I use my claws to tear through his pants, right at the edge of his hips.

“Too bad you never knew how to keep your mouth shut, Garrett.”

When his thigh is free, I kneel down, biting into the flesh and severing his femoral artery. His blood rushes into my mouth and something comes over me, causing my temperature to rise even more.

I pull my head back and cry out, holding on to Garrett’s hips as slick gushes from me. I need Florian and Ewan, but I still have work to do.

Acton doesn’t even need to move before I lunge toward him, ripping his eyes from their sockets with my fingers. They make a sickening popping noise, and I shove them down his throat before dragging my claws across his neck.

And as his two brothers bleed out, I grab Hurst by the neck and slam him onto the floor, allowing my hands to shift fully to paws.

“Y—you’re a wolf?” he asks, incredulous.

“I am,” I tell him, before picking up the lamp from the side table and bringing it down on his temple.

“So much for taming me,” I state as his skull indents, and I hit him again, over and over until it’s fully crushed and pouring onto the floor.

My body continues to spring to life, my hands switching from paws to fingers and back again as my bones ache, and my veins feel filled with fire.

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