Page 92 of Untamed

When his fingers finally dip inside me, I moan, the sounds swallowed into his mouth. "That's it, kitten," he pumps his fingers into me. "Such a sweet body. All mine," he says against my heated skin.

I gasp, throwing my head back against his shoulder, my thighs quaking as his fingers speed up. I'm almost at that beautiful place Mactiir has shown me when abruptly his fingers disappear.

Letting out a soft mewl, I sit back up, worried that he's stopped. Is he hurting again?

Dark walnut-eyes stare at me, want and need in them that echo my own. I squirm a little, feeling his hardness against my bottom.

"At least I know you didn't maim me permanently," he says wryly.

Then, unceremoniously, he is on his feet, my body dumped onto the desk. Gaping, I stare as he licks his fingers clean.

I reach for him, ready to continue. "No," he blocks my hands. Frustrated and confused, I wriggle, thighs open, silently offering myself to him. He chuckles as his hot gaze rakes over me. "Your punishment, my beautiful, sexy kitten, is not to come."

Notgo? My body goes still. My secret place is throbbing because of him, and he'sstopping?A harsh whine, a demand, explodes from my chest. Furious, I... well, I hit him. Just a slap against his chest.

He throws back his head and laughs, deftly avoiding each paltry blow I try to land on his big, dumb, Ogre body.

"Not trained to fight, were you, my cat?" he grins as he easily captures my flailing fists.

I stop fighting, my chest heaving thick and angry. It's true. I wasn't trained to fight. I was taught to survive, to hunt, to hide. Fighting wasn't part of it. Especially fighting against an over-fed Ogre with shovel-hands and dumb walnut-eyes that make my insides melt.

He brushes his mouth against mine, still grinning like a triumphant, mean male. "Now, no touching yourself down there, hmm? Or you get another punishment."

Smirking, he lets go of me and steps back. "I can research sexy punishments, too, my hellcat."

He saunters out of the office like a conquering hero. Standing, I shakily cross to the couch, grab a pillow, and bury my face in it to scream.

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Inuit

I have to hold my breath as I walk out of the office. The scent of my needy hellcat is pure, blissful torture. I have to fight against the nearly overwhelming urge to go back and finish us both. But, she needs to learn that she can't act like that, demean me in front of some FeraxMaw scum, and not suffer a little, too.

I hear the muffled scream of frustration behind me and feel my small smirk crawl over my face and turn into a full-fledged grin. As I stroll towards the FeraxMaw wolves, I snatch up one of the heavy wooden chairs with one hand and bring it with me. Turning it backward, I sit in it, folding my arms over the back. One of the pups, the mouthy little one, whispers "wow" under his breath.

"My mate is a little... wild," I tell them.

The pups are looking at me as if I'm a hero, while Caryn and Job looked stunned. Asher, standing behind them, is stifling his laughter, barely. Rhet is standing against the far wall, arms folded over his chest, a discomfited look on his face. I think he's staying out of scent range. I don't blame him, but payback's a bitch, and goddess knows how often I've had to smell my brothers and Lyri getting busy.

"Now, where were we? Elna. Anything you need to tell me?" I ask them.

Caryn shakes her head slowly. "We don't know anything about your pack or that female, Alpha." She whispers. Something strange crosses her face. "I swear on the goddess we were just escaping like the others. Most went to Mauja or even further south, but we heard that it wasn't safe that way."

"Not safe?" I feel my wolf sharpen. The Mauja, my own mother's pack. Nine years ago, I could have gone to them, but I chose to stay here with my adopted brothers. With males who didn't belong, just like I felt I didn't.

Caryn shrugs as much as she can with her arms tied behind her.

"How wasn't it safe?" Rhet asks, striding closer. Caryn shifts, looking toward Job.

"Wolves went south," the male says slowly. "Some went to Mauja, and others were going to go through the Mauja to BlueSnout and even further south, I guess." He repeats Caryn's assertion.

"And?" I press when his voice trails off. He straightens up and looks at Rhet over my shoulder. "My cousin went south to BlueSnout. He never met his mate up here, and he's older, so he decided it was as good a time as any to go south, you know? That was over six months ago. Never heard from him again." Job is becoming visibly upset, his mouth tightening in remembered worry.

"We lost phone service about a month ago," Caryn adds. "Orion took out the cell towers."

"Do you know your cousin's number?" Rhet asks. Caryn nods. Rhet walks over with his cell in his hand. "What is it?"

Caryn rattles off the number, and Rhet dials it. We all hear the sound of the disconnect tone, the disembodied voice telling us the number is no longer in service.

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