Page 62 of Blood So Brutal

“Yes,” he chuckled quietly. “I am. And you’re going to be a good little Huntress and let me.”

My words were ripped from my throat as Wolf gripped my back. His hands were large enough that the tips of his fingers nearly brushed the sides of my breasts while he massaged me, working his palms through my muscles and covering me with his heat.

I didn’t even realize I moaned until the breath of Wolf’s laughter hit my bare shoulder.

“Wings can be very sensitive,” he teased. To prove his point, he let his fingers trail up the delicate surface. I shivered in response, but he didn’t stop there. He ran his hands all the way to the top of them, back down to the very bottom. “They’re especially sensitive to light touches, like the wind.”

Then, he blew on them, making every muscle in my back tense.

But his hands were on me again, pressing me to the wall, holding me still while I trembled in his grasp.

“I don’t remember torturing you this much,” I sighed. “I left your wings alone.”

My breath hitched when his lips landed on my shoulder, kissing me lightly before moving further down my back.

I couldn’t see my own wings, but I was sure they tightened, flexed, clenched. “Wolf,” I moaned.

He didn’t stop. He moved his hands across the length of my wings, fully massaging them now, fully palming them.

“Yes, Huntress?”

He touched the very bottom of my back again, then trailed his fingers up to the base of my neck.

“You know you ruined my shirt,” I manage to mumble.

I couldn’t see him, but I could feel him as he peeled his own dirty shirt off his body.

“Here,” he said. I turned to face him, finding him shirtless in the small trail of light. “Take it.”

I didn’t cover my exposed body as I leaned forward and reached for his outstretched shirt, but he pulled back at the last second.

“Really?” I asked. “You want me to run around here shirtless?”

His eyes trailed down my entire body. “Maybe I do.”

“Fine,” I said, propping both hands on my hips. “You have it your way, then. I’ll head home to Jessiah.”

I started out of the underground cave, barely making it two steps before Wolf shoved his shirt over my head from behind.

I stumbled but quickly straightened and pulled the shirt the rest of the way on, stretching my wings as the fabric settled around them.

“What?” I teased. “Change your mind?”

When my eyes met his, I shivered. Something hungry, depraved, possessive lingered there, waiting. All this time we spent together, it was easy to forget how much of a predator he really was.

“I’m the only one who gets to see you like that,” he growled. “Only me.”

I opened my mouth to respond, to pretend to argue, but Wolf’s eyes snapped to something behind me. He was now shirtless, but his sword remained strapped at his waist, always ready.

The look in his eyes at whatever he saw behind me sent my hand reaching for Venom.

My body shot to life, adrenaline pulsing, ears tuning in. Even with this new wave of power controlling my wings, I looked to Wolf for guidance.

He was watching something behind me. I heard the stick break next, then another.

I spun around, pulling Venom from her sheath as I raised my hand, ready for a fight.

But we were not met with daggers and violence. No, standing before us was a group of males and females, all dressed in black, all with red paint smeared across half their faces.

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