Page 36 of Dead Wolf Rising (Bad Moon Academy 3)

Perfectly terrified.

Biting her neck, I grind my hips into her, and she releases a hard pant. My hand is still over her lips, but she kisses my palm instead of trying to fight out of my hold. I press my lips over the place I bit then breathe her in.

“Trying to hog our luna, Brother?” Brayden walks around us and stands in front of Raven. He brushes his finger over my hand and smirks. “You look good like this,” he tells her.

The scent of her arousal floats in the air, and I nip her neck again. “I don’t mind sharing.” I lift my eyes from her tits and meet Brayden’s gaze.

His eyelids lower and he stares at Raven, stepping closer. “Would you like that, Little Red?”

Trying not to grin when she swallows, I move my hand from her mouth so she can answer.

“What about the vampires?”

I tug on a lock of her hair just hard enough that her head eases to the side. “What about them?”

Brayden traces his finger along the line of her shirt until he hits the middle, dipping between her perky boobs and yanking it down. Simple black bras are really underrated, because while there’s no lace or fancy frills, the cups are filled to the brim with creamy skin. So soft and full, I grab one and press myself tighter against her.

“Will you let me in this time?” I ask with a growl, hoping she remembers the first time I quoted the nursery rhyme at her.

Maybe it’s cocky to think of myself as the Big Bad Wolf, but I’m going to do unthinkable things with her body, so the persona fits.

“Yes,” she breathes, arching her back and wrapping an arm around me.

Brayden tsks. “You forgot one thing.”

“What?” Her breathing is heavy, and her heart is pounding away inside her chest, making her blood thrum below the surface of her skin. Almost screaming for someone to taste it.

“You forgot to run.”

He and I grin at each other, and she stops breathing for a second. “What?”

“He said,” I trace my nose up the column of her neck, suck the bottom of her ear into my mouth and bite it, “run.”

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RAVEN

Draco pushes me away from him, and I almost trip at the sudden loss of support. My heart is fluttering around in my chest like a neurotic butterfly, and I can’t seem to catch my breath.

“Now, Little Red.” Brayden runs his thumb over my cheek before tugging me toward the door. “Run.”

My stomach drops for some reason, like when a rollercoaster hesitates at the top of the first peak, lingering and letting the suspense build until it rushes toward the ground. I bite my lip and turn, backing out of the door. They step toward me in unison, wearing matching smiles that are equal parts vicious and delicious. Every nasty thought they’re thinking is flashing over their faces, and I don’t think they give a damn.

I volley my gaze between the two of them before I turn and sprint toward the stairs and out of the west wing.

“One. Two. Three.” Draco counts.

They didn’t give me a time limit, so I kick up my pace, jumping over the velvet rope and propelling myself down the stairs. I skip steps, more jumping down the stairs than running. I hit the first floor and hear their footsteps thudding down the hall.

I don’t care that we’re being loud, or that the others might wake up. All I care about is winning. Beating these two at their own game. They want to chase me?

Let’s see if they can keep up.

Ripping the front door open, I rush across the dry and brittle lawn, ignoring the little sticks and rocks digging into my feet. The forest is the only place I can think of to lose them, or at least get the better of them. The thick canopy wasn’t affected by Jinx’s wards, and I dash through the trees, not bothering to shift.

“Are you going to scream?” Brayden calls after me. He’s closer than I expected, but I can’t waste time looking back.

They’ll be on me in a matter of seconds if I hesitate. They run at nearly the same speed, but Draco is faster. That or Brayden isn’t trying to beat him.

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