You Wouldn't Dare (Khaos Trilogy Book 1), стр. 5

Logan had never been like that. He was interested in talking to me; he made the effort to ensure that I was comfortable in his company, and never pushed me to do anything I wasn’t ready for.

How mother had beamed at me, so proud that I had this man so well trained already. “Under the thumb,” she had laughed with a wink.

However, as my eighteenth crept closer, poor Logan seemed to have outstayed his welcome, and had well and truly fallen from her graces.

No longer was it acceptable for the future reigning Luna to fraternise with the son of a Delta, Goddess forbid! She had done all she could to ensure that we were kept separated, pulling on the puppet strings of my life, controlling all that I did and everyone I saw.

Or so she thought.

Logan and I had both agreed to let her have her fun and live in her pampered, snobby world. We had become masters of sneaking away to be together. I had no intentions of letting that slip away.

Logan provided me with a much-needed release, and I took full advantage. On days like today, when my mother was so overbearing that all I wanted to do was scream until my throat bled, Logan would be the one to make it all better.

The only niggle was that I suspected that Logan wanted more from me than I could give, and if I were honest with myself, it was more than I wanted to give. Which was exactly why I had snuck out alone, telling no one where I was going – least of all him.

I wished I could go back to the days where he was my world, where I wanted nothing more than to feel the call of the mates when I looked at him. Yet, as my birthday crept closer, I knew I wouldn’t find my soulmate in him. We had fun together, but it would never be a love match.

Now that I had turned eighteen, all wishes of a mate match with Logan were lost forever.

We would have felt the bond snap into place by now.

That didn’t stop Logan, though. Lately, he had tried to talk to me about choice mates and how I could not let my mother live my life for me.

To be honest, I barely paid attention to him. Recently, I had only wanted Logan for one thing and one thing only. So long as he kept that going, I had been happy to continue meeting him.

What can I say? I was a modern she-wolf who knew what she liked.

I slid a hand down my body and between my legs, running my finger along my pussy lips as I felt the wetness pool out of me.

Logan would bite down on my swollen clit if he were here, driving me crazy with the delicious mixture of pleasure and pain, his tongue sliding inside me, his hands under my ass so he could rock me against his face.

I circled my clit with one hand, the other tugging on my nipples. My stomach tightened as I felt my orgasm building and I pushed my fingers inside me, frantically fucking myself. My pussy was throbbing, and I threw my head back, knowing I was close.

That’s when I heard the scream.

I scrambled to my feet as the sound of a man in absolute agony echoed around me. I scented the air and detected two wolves, none of which I recognised. That could only mean one of two things - that they were rogues, or intruders.

Neither would be good news for me.

Against my mother’s wishes, my father had taken the time to teach me about the dangers of being an Alpha female, how I would be hunted down and destroyed, or captured for power. My choices were to wait it out and hope they ran past without noticing me, or run whilst I had the chance, knowing full well I would leave a trail of my scent behind me. Especially considering what I had just been up to.

The smell of arousal was a heady mixture of temptation and a potential to dominate, neither of which was easy to resist for an unmated male.

Sure, I could fight, but not well.

Match me against any other wolf my size and build, and I had a good chance. Anyone else, and I was a fur blanket in the making.

Mother hated the thought of females fighting. That just wasn’t their job. My training had come from standard education, the type taught in all schools, and I had no special tricks or surprise attacks to catch an enemy off guard.

I held my breath as a wolf came into view. He was in a bad way, the wounds on his body slowing him down, the two huge claw marks running the length of his chest making him gasp for breath.

He held a mangled hand to his chest to stem the blood flow, but even from my distance I could see that it offered no help. The blood still spilled between his fingers and ran down his arm, leaving a noticeable track of droplets on the ground with every step he took. He was a lost cause. That trail would give him away no matter where he went.

My wolf growled as the delicious aroma of his blood hit us, calling to our wild side. It was all I could do to stay still and not give in to the urge to end what someone else had already started and taste that blood for myself.

I shifted slightly, unable to understand why, but I knew that I had to see everything that was about to happen. It was weird to hope that his attacker would show his face soon, but if he didn’t, I wouldn’t be able to hold back any longer.