Page 37 of Dead Wolf Rising (Bad Moon Academy 3)

I can outrun them both,Joan offers.

No thanks. I got this.

This isn’t a game for our wolves even though itisa little primal.

The bond sings with excitement, and I wonder what the other men must think. I swat a branch out of the way, swerving to avoid a bush, and screech when shoulders crash into my side and knock me in the opposite direction. I squeal as we topple over, and his hands twist me around so I’ll land on my back. Strong arms break my fall, and a hard body slams into mine. I stare up at him, not sure which twin I’m dealing with until he says, “You’re going to have to try harder than that.”

“Draco.” I reach up to touch his face, but he snaps his teeth at my hand.

It’s too dark to see much, but the flash of white teeth tell me he’s grinning like a mad man. Why do my thighs clench around his waist, and why do I lift my hips to meet his? Because clearly there’s something wrong with me.

“Remember what I told you?” He leans in, pinning my arm to the ground so I can’t touch him.

“Run?” I ask in a breathy voice.

His dark chuckle caresses my skin, sending a shiver of desire down my spine.

“No, Little Red. I said, hit me like you mean it.” Leaning back slightly, he lets go of my hand. “Now do it.”

“I’m not going to hit you.”

He grinds his hips down, pressing into my core. I bite my lip to hold back a moan, and his mouth brushes against my ear.

“I’m not asking, Raven. I want you to do it.”

Stopping his ministrations, he pulls away and stares down at me. “Slap me.”

So I do. My palm cracks against his cheek harder than I intended, and his head whips to the side. I immediately start to grab him to make sure he’s okay, but the dangerous laugh slipping past his lips stops me. My hand hovers near his arm, and he turns to face me, running his thumb along the small split in his lip. I frown and move to touch it, but he bats my hand away, licking the small trickle of blood while watching me with an unnerving stare.

“No touching. Get up and run.” He moves to all fours, drags both of his palms from my shoulders, over my breasts, slowly down my stomach, and over my core. Pushing down slightly, he releases a dark chuckle and withdraws his hands. “You have ten seconds. The next time I catch you, you’re going to cry my name.”

If I didn’t know him the way I do, that last bit would sound like a threat. Or maybe it is. Still, I hop up and run away from him, listening for any sign of his brother over the frantic beating of my heart.

“TEN!” Draco yells, his ominous words bouncing off the trees and slamming into me.

I gasp and make the last-minute decision to turn right, using the trunk of a tree to help me maneuver in the new direction. My supe speed is still new, so I slip a bit but manage to keep from flopping onto the forest floor. The peak, the place Everett took me a few weeks ago, is close. Pumping my arms harder than I ever have before, I make a mad dash for the steep incline. Everything is a blur of black as I run, but my eyesight keeps me out of trouble. My feet are probably bleeding, but I don’t give a damn.

This is the most fun I’ve had in a long time, even if it is slightly terrifying.

“Boo,” Brayden whispers as he jumps into the path. There’s a huge space between his legs as he crouches, getting ready to lunge for me.

Screaming, I drop to the ground and slide under him like I’m sliding into home base before finding my feet and continuing. Have I mentioned I really like the perks of supernatural abilities? No way could I have pulled that off being just human.

He snickers and starts after me, his pace unhurried. “You can only run for so long, you know. Draco doesn’t like to lose.”

“Neither do I!” I shout over my shoulder as the ground begins to gradually rise.

My supe senses pick up Draco’s racing heart, it’s thudding so loud I can hear it over the stomping of our feet. “I’m coming for you.”

My pulse jumps in my throat, and I push myself to go faster, but I only make it halfway up the hill when he slams into me. Like last time, he twists me around and breaks my fall, but his body crashes into mine like a freight train. I think my side is bleeding from the sliding stunt I pulled earlier, and the bottoms of my feet ache, but none of that matters when he grabs a fistful of hair and yanks my head back.

“I said you had to do better, love.” He lifts off me slightly, using his knee to keep from resting his full weight on me.

Brayden plops down on his ass next to us and lies back on his elbow. “What should we do with her now?” His hand rests on my lower stomach, fingers slightly dipping below my shorts. The calluses on his hands have me wondering if maybe he played a lot of sports before he was changed, or if he had a manual labor job during high school. “Maybe she likes it to hurt a little bit?”

A soft tug on my hair reminds me who looms over me, and heat swoops through my core as I imagine a hundred different scenarios filled with pain and pleasure.

“Maybe a little,” I say, biting my lower lip out of embarrassment. I’m so out of my element here, but I love it. Not knowing what to expect has my stomach and core tighten in anticipation.

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