Page 43 of Her Blood Revenge

‘And whatdidhappen?’

‘I mean…’ He shrugs. ‘Not a lot. I spent most of the time trying to fit. She kept making these fake as fuck moaning noises which sounded ridiculous and put me off. She managed about ten inches before I got bored and shifted back to finish up.’

Ten inches of giant wolf dick?

No thanks. My thighs clench together at the thought.

‘Promise me you’ll never do that with me.’

‘I assure you,’ he scoffs. ‘I willnotdo that withyou. It sounded fun, but in reality, it was a right mood killer.’

‘What else did you do?’

‘Well, there was an incident with her and another female who had this spiked tail. The female was riding the banshee’s mouth as I fucked the banshee, and the tail was right up my-’

‘Ok. No more. Curiosity satisfied!’

He shrugs, his fingers massage my scalp, and floral-scented soap slips down my body.

Pushingthatimage out of my head, I close my eyes and try to relax.

‘This feels nice,’ I sigh, enjoying my little massage.

‘Good.’ He pushes down my shoulders. ‘Un tense. You’ll get sore muscles otherwise.’ He uses the soap from my hair and massages it into my shoulders. Damn, it feels so good. ‘You heard me when I was a wolf, Pix. You heard me, didn’t you?’

‘Yeah.’ I shrug. ‘Was I not supposed to?’

He continues washing my hair.

‘My turn,’ he says. ‘Ready for my question?’

‘Hmmmm…’ I reply, lost in the pleasure of his fingers working my muscles. ‘Hit me.’

‘And just so you know, if you lie, I’ll know.’

‘Just ask the question, wolfy.’

‘A while ago, you asked why it was that men enjoyed making little girls cry.’

I tense again, and he lowers my shoulders once more.

‘You also said that “everyone has a friend or someone that they owe”.’

‘Is there a question in there?’ I ask.

He leans down so he’s at eye level with me.

‘Why did you say that? Who were you talking about? Did someone hurt you, Pix?’

‘That’s three questions. You only have one. I’ll answer the last one. Yes. My father was a bastard. Happy?’

‘That’s not answer enough. I know your father was a bastard, but this is something deeper than that. Tell me why you said those things. The truth now. Or I’ll know.’

‘Kiss my familiar, and I’ll tell you,’ I reply smugly.

There’s no way he will. He’s terrified of her.

The fucker scoops her up from the grass, and kisses her right on the nose, releases her and lets out the most exaggerated and violent shudder I’ve ever seen.

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