Page 90 of A Bond in Flames

He chuckled. “If you’re his, then why are you here? Why hasn’t he come for you? Nah, that’s not it. You afraid of how big I am? A lot of females are. You’ll only cry for a little while, but then I’ll stretch you out, and you’ll be fine.”

I wanted to vomit. Now I knew why he was here. War had sent him here. “I have to admit, I’ve always wanted to sleep with a hound. Do you promise to be careful? At least to start with?”

He reached down and squeezed his hard-on. “Sure. I’ll go easy if you let me call you Willow. You look like her with all that red hair. Been wanting to fist that hair for a long fucking time.”

Fuck. Warrick most definitely sent him here on purpose.

“A bit weird for me, but sure, whatever floats your boat,” I said. “Do you mind if I take a shower first? I’ve been traveling, so I feel pretty gross.”

“I like you all dirty,” he said roughly.

“I’ll be quick.”

He sat up, his fingers wrapping around my throat. “You try anything, and you’ll pay, understand, Willow?”

“I understand, Ax—”

“War. You call me War or Warrick from now on.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.“Okay, War.”

He smiled. “You know where my quarters are?”

I nodded.

“Shower, then get in bed on all fours and wait for me.”

I nodded again.

He released me, and I got off the couch and forced myself not to run for the door.

“In case you were wondering, the stairs that lead out of the den aren’t there,” he said and grinned before I could walk through it. “Just in case you were wondering.”

I shrugged. “Nope.” What the fuck was I going to do? As I rushed down the hall, howls and cheers echoed around me, as if more hounds were here. It sounded so real. I broke into a run. Hemy poked his head out of the bag, a little hiss leaving him, sensing the danger.

“I’ll get us out of here. I will,” I said to him.

There had to be another way out. I didn’t know why, but I ran toward those howls, the familiar sounds of the hounds I knew and loved. They led me to a pit. Willow had told me about it—a place where they trained, blew off steam, or settled any disagreements.

My feet paused at the door as a scene played out before me. Warrick and Axton were in the pit, and it was surrounded by hounds. Ren was there, and Willow as well. They looked so real, but when I tried to touch one of them, my hand went right through.

Warrick advanced, fisted Axton’s hair, and dragged him to the edge of the pit, smashing his face into the charred packed-earth wall. Axton dropped to his hands, and War yanked his head back again.

The bravado had dropped from Axton’s face, and he shook his head. “No… please, Alpha…”

“Fucking coward,” Lothar said to Willow.

“I’ll leave… I’ll never come back,” Axton said.

Warrick stared down at him. “You attacked my female, you made her bleed, and then you dared to challenge me. The former alone is enough for me to put you to death, and the latter you walked into willingly, knowing exactly what the consequences of defeat were.”

“No… please…”

War snapped the other male’s neck, then pulled a knife from his boot and hacked off his head.

“Jesus,” Willow said.

“If he doesn’t take his head, he could survive. We heal from most injuries,” Jagger said to her.

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