Bitter Vows (Crimson Falls 1)

Quickly, I slip off my heels and take a tentative step toward the grass that leads out to where I’m guessing the kitchen door would be. I move silently onto the softer, mushier lawn, finding my feet in soggy soil. Either they’ve just watered here, or I’m about to sink into quicksand. The thought makes me giggle inwardly as I note how far I have to go before I reach what looks like a shed in the distance.

Another step.

And another.

But the moment I reach the first wooden pole, I’m slammed into the soft, wet ground by a heavy, warm body. A scream pierces the night, and Lycan’s warm breath is at my ear.

20

Lycan

Her body wriggles underneath me. My hand covering her mouth is warm from her short, nervous breaths, and her legs kick upward, but she’s pinned beneath me, and she’s not going anywhere. I can’t help but smile when her ass wiggles against my crotch, causing my cock to harden with need. From the moment I first saw her in her parents’ dining room, I knew she was going to fight this. I could tell. But now that I have her, I’m enjoying the taunt and tease we’re doing.

“Are you going to behave?” I ask, even as she kicks at me. Her hands attempt to push herself up, but the ground is soft, muddy, and I’m sure the dress she’s wearing is completely ruined. Not that I care because all I can think about right now is ripping it from her body and finally claiming her. I release my hold over her mouth, only to be met with a slew of curse words that have me chuckling.

Gripping her wrists, I pull them down to her sides, holding her steady as I push myself up on the slippery ground. Her face is dirty, her hair caked with mud, but she’s never looked more beautiful to me.

“Let me go, you fucking monster!” Her voice is wrenched from her throat, so loud it echoes into the darkness. Thank fuck I let the gardener leave for the week to see his family. When the door to the small structure where he stays opens and Kahn steps out into the night, I can’t help but laugh at his expression of shock.

“What do we have here?”

“Help me, please,” Scarlett pleads as she looks up at him, walking toward us. I still have her pinned down, and filthy thoughts of having her bound to my bed infiltrate my mind.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Kahn says. “My boss isn’t a man I’d like to cross. As pretty as you are, I think it’s best you obey him and not tempt him by playing a game of cat and mouse.” Kahn drops to his haunches to take in the girl beneath me. A flicker of interest sparks in his gaze, but it’s gone in the next second, and I’m thankful because I don’t feel like killing my right-hand man.

Scarlett wriggles some more, attempting to tug her arms from my hold, but she’s too small, too delicate to fight her way free. I lean in, my gaze on Kahn’s when I whisper in her ear. “Would you like to play with us, little red?” I don’t wait for her response before continuing. “I’m not usually one to share, but if you’re feeling particularly filthy, I’m happy to oblige just this once.”

“Fuck you!” Her words are spat with venom and malice, which get lost in the darkness because even though I should be hurt, I’m not. Emotions don’t come into play with her, and I’m almost certain she knows it too.

That’s what I tell myself. And that’s the story I’ll continue telling myself.

“If that’s what you’re offering, I’ll bite,” I inform her, keeping my gaze on Kahn. “Your bite first?” I ask him, nudging my cock against the crease of her ass. I know she can feel the hardness against her, and a small whimper of something between pleasure and pain tumbles from her plump lips.

“I think she wants to get dirty with us, boss,” Kahn remarks while reaching for her hair, his fingers fisting into the matted strands, and I can’t help but chuckle quietly. She feels it. She feels me. The vibration of my body rumbling through hers.

“Let me go, you monster,” Scarlett announces, but she doesn’t move. Instead, her body stills, almost as if she’s giving up, but I’m not going to get played like a sap. She’s waiting for me to lighten my hold on her, and then she’ll strike. I’m not sure with what energy she’ll do this, but knowing my little red, she’ll find it within herself to pounce. And fuck, if that doesn’t make me what to claim her even more.

When I finally let up, lifting my body from hers, I tug her from the filthy ground and pull her into my hold. Her gaze is locked on Kahn, probably waiting for him to say or do something, but all he offers is a mock salute before he gestures with a tip of his head toward us, leaving us in the darkness.