Page 6 of Deadly Ties

“I remember this, too,” I tell him from under hooded lids, circling his throbbing head with my fingers. “The way your skin flushes when you’re about to come. This pretty red blush, like your heart is in your cock…”

“Fuck!” Arben wrenches me up, spewing a string of curses in our native language. I’m as pliable as wet clay, but he still shoots me an apologetic glance as he slams me down on his raging, red cock. Sucking him made me wet, but all the slick in the world couldn’t ease this stretch. It burns, but I just throw my head back and grind down harder. I want to mark Arben, but I want him to mark me, too. I want to remember this moment when I’m alone and the other memories come circling…

“Fuck! I’m coming, Arben!” We’re both so far gone, he only pumps into me a few more times before I’m screaming my release. I claw his chest, feeling him swell inside me. But the familiar strain of my pussy around his knot is missing, and as soon as I can open my eyes, I blink at him. One look at his cautious expression, and I’m wailing. “Why? Push it in me, Arben! I want it all!”

But that just makes him pull back even more. “I’m not knotting you in the back of your father’s car, little one.” He tries to soothe me with a kiss, but I jerk away. “Let me take you somewhere safe…”

I’m already shaking my head, my eyes narrowed to slits. I don’t want more promises. And I don’t want to wait for him to bond me. He said we were already mated; that he’d claimed me years ago. So, why is he looking at me like he needs to put some distance between us?

“If you won’t knot me, then bite me!” I seethe, ripping my hair away from my throat. He’s still there between my legs, but the wild lust is fading from his scent. I might be sitting on his cock, but his brain is back in control.And he’s thinking of all the reasons this is a bad idea…

The hurt and shame I’d thrust behind my flimsy barriers suddenly engulfs me. “Get the fuck away!”

I tear myself off him, throwing myself at the door. I’m covered in slick and sweat, my ruined dress slapping wetly against my legs as I brace my feet and haul on the handle. But of course it has a goddamn child safety lock. I squeeze my eyes shut and scream, “Let me out! Let me out! Let me out of here rightnow!”

The howl burns my throat, my skin rippling with my wolf’s desolation. I’ve never felt so feral, and as I hammer a fist on the window, I watch her fur ripple across my arm. When I turn to glare over my shoulder, Arben’s pupils are blown, his chest heaving as he sucks in air. But he manages to call out to his driver, and the next moment the car is slowing. I snarl as I try the handle again, the silvery fur now thick on my arm. “Open it, Arben!” My fangs slice my lip, but I just shake the blood away, staring him down. “Let me the fuck out! Right. Now.”

As furious as I am, I hold my breath as I wait for him to tell me to calm down, to stop shouting like a brat, and to tuck my wolf away like a good omega… But instead, he shakes off his ruined pants and slides across the seat towards me. “You can get out, but you’re not getting away from me, little wolf.”

I snarl, but the door pops open and I leap out. We’re on a quiet road, a long way from Boston’s privileged streets. Thick trees loom up on both sides and my wolf gives a howl of joy at the wash of moonlight, the fresh, biting air, and the scurry of wide-eyed creatures in the bushes.We will run, and hunt, and lose ourselves in the blood and the meat and the dark… And then we will forget…

“Don’t follow me!” I hiss, backing towards the trees.

Arben just laughs, dark and rich, his teeth flashing in the moonlight. “You’ll never outrun me, princeshë. Not even if you beg me to let your wolf out.”

I grind my baby fangs so hard they shred my lip. This is the curse of the omega. To have tobegan alpha to let us shift. But my wolf has had her fill of bossy men holding her leash. “Fuck you, you conceited asshole!”

I turn my back on his smirk, shivering at the surge of magic under my skin. It feels like sparks in my blood, my belly twisting as if it’s trying to turn me inside out. I’m staring at my fur-lined arms, my claws throbbing under my fingertips, but I’m still not prepared for when my wolf tears through my body. The only thing sweeter than her victorious howl is the way Arben’s eyes snap wide with shock.

Kiss my omega ass, Alpha!

And then my wolf runs, the trees whip past us, dark and welcoming.It’s been so long… so long…So long since she ran under the moon, her body stretched to its limits. I want to weep at my wolf’s almost manic joy.

And she feels so strong. So dangerous. The curse of her kind is to be trapped in my weak, omega body. To have to live through my pain, never able to do more than wield her claws in a half-shift.

But tonight the moon is hers. The forest shivers around her flashing form as she dashes through the trees. She runs so fast, the world is a blur, and I have to assume she’s just happy to be free from my control. I have no idea where we are, or how long we were in the car. But it only takes a flicker of annoyance from her to realize we’re not alone.

And the big black wolf on our flank – who happens to smell like leather and musk - isherdingus.

Every time she tries to dart away, he’s there, nudging her back in the other direction. She snaps at him with her vicious fangs, but he just darts aside with an amused rumble and then harasses her some more. My wolf shoots him a filthy look before leaping over a fallen tree and veering off through thicker scrub. She’s smaller than Arben’s wolf, and navigates the tight spaces with ease. Not that he gives up. Instead, he comes crashing through the most overgrown bushes, ignoring the thorns that tear at his coat. But it’s only when we come to a clearing and I see the cabin in front of us that we both realize the truth. We’re exactly where the black wolf wants us.

His den.

I can smell leather and musk in the wood smoke and cooking oil, but she knows this is Arben’s territory down in her bones. Her flash of outrage is so strong, I almost feel sorry for his beast as she rounds on him with gnashing teeth.

Shit, but he’s a beast. As big as Arben in human form as he stalks towards us across the clearing.

But my wolf refuses to back down. Her blood is singing with her magic, and she’s as far from submissive as I’ve ever felt her. But then the wolf stops in front of her, and there’s something about the gleaming look in the black wolf’s eyes that makes her pause. In fact, I’m pretty sure it says…mine.

She shudders, torn between her primal need to claim her mate, and my wounded pride. My feeling are too messy, too human, and I can feel them bubbling under her skin like poison.

Let me… talk to him.

She bares her lip, both at the stalking wolf and my suggestion. She doesn’t want to give up this moment of freedom any more than she wants to back down from Arben’s wolf.

We will shift again. Soon. I promise.

Her trust in me is humbling, because she doesn’t fight me, and the next moment her body gives way. I feel myself forming from her parts, my human mind growing sharper as my other senses weaken. And then I’m standing in front of Arben’s wolf, naked except for an impressive set of claws.

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