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The roars from the couple claiming each other on the other side of the wall had me bring my own release. Christine wasn’t far behind, her body releasing her sweet arousal, her breath panting as I tried to keep her mouth completely covered with my hand.

My forehead hit the back of her beautiful shoulder, admiring the mark that claimed her as mine. “Sebastian.” She quivered. My ears perked up, trying to hear the couple on the other side. The rustling and the whimpering from Pamela were fading.

Looking over the boulder, I see Enzo’s naked ass have Pamela thrown over his shoulder, walking away.

Thank you, Zeus.

Sliding down the rock, I tucked my cock back into my pants and had Christine lay in my arms. “I’m,…”

Slitting my throat with a fang, her head jerked to my neck and began lapping the blood from the wound until she plunged her fangs into my neck. “There, there, it’s all right.” I rubbed my hand up and down her back. My cock already springing back to life, feeling the shocks of pleasure through my body.

“No more running,” I muttered. The small gulps from Christine’s throat soothed me into a half-lidded sleep. “I will teach you to run toward our bond. I won’t let this incident happen again.” Christine nodded, her throat still gulping my blood.

“No more,” I muttered again until she quietly finished.

Chapter 36

Under the Moon

Pamelahadherfrontpaws on the ground, her back arched and her tail waving like a magnificent golden retriever. It was like a damn surrender flag despite her tail being black with highlights of purple.

Pamela had pranced off deeper into the forest, but Christine had suddenly stopped running along with her. That wouldn’t do. Pamela wanted a show to put on for her first time. Even though Christine was definitely more experienced in making love with her mate, she wanted to show her new best friend she was outstanding at doing it too. So she did what a best friend, a sigma, would do.

She backtracked so she could give Christine the best view.

Pamela sniffed in the air, smelling that gods-awful rotting smell her friend sported and winced. Now she was rethinking her decision about letting her friend ‘accidentally’ watch her fornication with her mate, but it was too late now.

Enzo padded against the forest floor, his colossal head looking side to side as he forced his oversized body out of the underbrush. Pamela snickered again, watching the grumpy alpha come closer.

It had been the most fun taunting him the past week. Pamela wanted to have Enzo lay his claim quickly, but once she found out about the threat through the whisperings on the coven territory that an incubus was trying to get her best friend, she knew she had to wait. If Sebastian had an innovative cell in his brain, she knew she would be changed so the incubus couldn’t penetrate her best friend’s dreams.

Ha, and she was right.

So she decided to play a little with the arrogant Alpha Enzo and put him in his place, so he knew exactly what was to be expected of their mating.

Pamela would always be in charge but ultimately let Enzo do what he wanted until she had another opinion on the matter.

Pamela spent the week jumping along the border lines of the coven and the free space that lingered between the town. Pamela would let Enzo get close and get a taste of her arousal, only for her to scurry off to the other side of the territory line.

Pamela’s claws gripped into the soil, her tongue lagging out of her mouth. She yelped in excitement, watching Enzo with playful eyes. Enzo was anything but playful. His balls had been aching for days, sitting in his wolf form for hours watching the coven territory. He had hardly slept, his wolf too excited, too needy to want to take over the claim of his new sigma female.

Pamela yipped again, Enzo’s lungs pulling in the deep smell of the forest, his mate, and his surroundings. The smell of a freshly made vampire was near, but Enzo understood it to be Pamela’s friend she had been staying with. The scent was all over his sigma, which Pamela had hidden shamelessly in the coven house for the past week.

Enzo growled, Pamela shaking her rear side to side. The game was over. He was claiming what was his. No smile came from his wolf, just pure rage at having to fight for so long. He was a damn alpha. He shouldn’t have had to wait so long.

Jumping forward like an elegant feline, he pushed his mate to the ground, his teeth brushing against her neck. His paws helped roll her over, her back now laying into the earth.

Both of them shifted quickly, their skin touching one another. Enzo’s erection pushed into her pussy, his eyes rolling in the back of his head while his hand tightened around his mate’s neck. “Enough,” Enzo hissed in her ear. “No more running or hiding from me. I’m your mate, and I will have you.”

Instead of seeing fear in Pamela’s eyes, he still saw the playfulness. “What? Don’t like playing outside in the woods?” she muttered. Enzo shook his head in disbelief at his mate’s brashness. “Have you ever seen the TV showNaked and Afraid?You should watch it, it might give you better skills to catch me faster.”

Enzo leaned his head back, cursing under his breath and praying to the goddess for strength. He was going to have a time with this one. She was nothing like the women who tried to throw themselves at him. Pamela was damn well trying to test his patience, and there was something he really liked about that.

“Sigma, I caught you fair and square. Maybe I was the one that was playing the game?” he retorted. “Because I can very well take care of myself in the wilderness because I am a damn wolf.”

Pamela rolled her eyes, one hand on the wrist with his palm around her neck. The other hand was trailing down his chest ever so slowly.

“Right, you keep telling yourself that.” She snorted. “Because I have played the gameNaked and Afraid, and I’m damn good at it. Except I was never afraid.” She smirked. “I could be naked all the time, and it wouldn’t phase me a bit.”

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