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He’s just mad.

Despite the fact that he can snap me like a twig, I lift my chin. “You’re not in charge of me, Wilde.”

In a flash, he pins me up against the wall by the throat, his other hand holding me up…oh fates. His other hand is between my legs.

I’m dangling above the floorwith his fingers cupped around my lady parts.

ChapterSeven

Wilde

Okay, I didn’t think this through. Well, maybe I did. Subconsciously, I’m sure I was trying to protect Rayne from actually choking from my grip on her throat, so I chose to hold her weight up from the other end.

The other end happens to be her hot core.

I don’t even know why I’m manhandling her. It’s beyond inappropriate, same as smacking her ass when I was teaching her to drive, but something about her brings out a feral aggression in me.

When I saw her with that human again, my wolf went nuts.

For a second, I think we’re going to move past this grope and pretend it’s not happening. I’ll just lower her slowly, and she’ll–

Fuck. Me.

The flesh between her legs squeezes.I can feel it under my fingers.Fates, is she getting wet?

Her legs clamp together around my hand.

My breath hisses out as I ease her down the wall and onto her feet.

And then I can’t stop myself. It’s wrong–so wrong. But I move my fingers between her legs. I ripple them against her hot little pussy, giving her a little feedback. Maybe I’m testing for wetness. Maybe I’m trying to turn her on. I don’t really know.

All I know is that a shudder runs through her.

Did she just come?

My dick punches out against the zipper of my jeans.

Her lips part and blue eyes go wide. That little heart-shaped face of hers wears a stunned expression.

The scent of her arousal makes me do it again. One more subtle movement of my fingers between her legs.

Another shudder.

I don’t want to stop. I don’t want to let her go. I want to own this little shrimp of a shifter until she falls down on her knees and begs my forgiveness for letting that human drive her home.

It’s that thought that spurs me on. The scent of him still clings lightly to her clothes. Not that I think he touched her–it’s not that strong. But her juniper and creosote scent is muted by his.

“You’rein big trouble,” I growl and loop an arm around her waist to carry her into my bedroom.

Anddamn.Carrying her is so fucking satisfying.

I sit on the bed and fold her over my knee like I’m her 1950’s husband and start spanking her ass. Hard.

She freaks out, squirming and flailing, her hand flying back to cover her small perfect butt.

I light it on fire, knowing I’m way out of line. Beyond out of line. But I was already teetering on getting kicked out of this house and my pack. So what the hell? All I’ve ever done was try to live up to their standards. I might as well do what I want for a change.

And right now, I want to turn Rayne the Runt’s ass pink.

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