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“And why is that?” she retorted.

The first smack across her ass as he drove himself up into her as hard as he could made her see stars. Melody cried out, Smith snickered. “Because I’m going to make you regret it. Denying me the pleasure of working you open, of eating that pretty pussy before I fucked it? All punishable offenses to me.”

His other palm lit up her opposite cheek. Melody’s back arched. She wrapped her arms around him, keeping his deliciously nasty words against her throat. He kissed and nipped for a long time. She knew if he bit her, then more venom would pump through her veins. Unlike his cum, his bite was immediate. If she was this ravenous after hours of blood pumping, would the effects be any different if she were already dosed? Melody rocked him harder into her body, desperate to have more of him. Smith swiped his tongue up her throat before biting at her ear lobe. Another smack landed against her backside.

“How punishable?” she panted.

“You won’t be able to sit down for a week.”

Melody grinned, scraping her claws down against him, watching the blur grow erratic as she did. He growled against her cheek. She sighed dreamily as he caught the other cheek. “Make it two.”

Smith snatched her off his lap. Everything spun as he used hands from every angle to flip her onto her belly and spread her across his vibrating thighs. A pillow was sweetly slid under her head before the first strike came across her ass. “You’ve got yourself a deal, Ms. Deathless. But when you’re wincing, and pussy throbbing at the feel of a hard surface against your backside—”

“Remember that you asked for this,” she mocked with her tongue out. A finger and a thumb snatched it. Melody glanced up at him over her shoulder and winked.

“Oh, my wicked prey, you’re working your way into many bad deals aren’t you.” He dropped her tongue, swiping a thumb across her lips.

“If you don’t like what my mouth’s got to say, you should fill it with something?” The answer was yes. She was back talking her way into a situation she couldn’t escape. Smith tugged her mouth open by her chin and held it that way.

“Maybe I will, but for now…” His breathy response left her shivering, covered in goosebumps. Three tendrils slithered out from beneath her head and passed her lips. Melody was locked onto his face, mouth open, and watching his body grow tense as they dove deep into her mouth. With a risky wink she closed her lips around them. He slapped her across both cheeks as she sucked them deep into her mouth. They had a firmness but no flavor. It was just her saliva and strangely firm things thrusting in and out of her mouth. Smith’s cocks jumped up into her torso as she groaned. He didn’t give in.

Instead, he spanked her twice as hard, ensuring to get across her dripping wet cunt and leave it stinging as well. Her eyes almost fluttered closed as he kept it up. Fortunately for her, with her wolf, her hide was thicker. He had to spank her twice as much just to leave her backside pink. And she reveled in it. Eagerly teasing him by sucking the tendrils harder, moaning as he spanked her cunt again, she watched her Slender unravel.

The funniest part to her, as he ripped the tendrils from her mouth, tossed her onto her back, and sank into her with no mercy was the venom. She wasn’t sure the hunger in her belly was at all from the venom. Sure, the tingling and warmth and aching nipples were from it. But the growl of delight as he fucked her into the mattress to the point the frame groaned? The chanting his name for more as she raked her claws down his back, causing the room to turn into a hazy gray? The way her walls clamped down around him and milked him for everything as she came? That was her.

Well, mostly it was him. Him and her. Them. Together. Melody was in love with him. He’d gotten her wolf back, gone to bat for her, never stopped taking care of her even when he realized she was his weakness. He could have thrown her aside, wanted nothing to do with her when she became a threat to him. Smith could have chosen to get shitty pancakes at any other diner in town.

But he chose her even when she wasn’t whole.

Melody clamped her arms around him, bringing his snarling face to hers. Their lips crashed together again as he chased something feral in him. But Melody was just goo, holding onto dear life. Enjoying the pure bliss of floating beyond her body, she sank into the mattress.

The confession was on her tongue, but it felt wrong to say out loud. Not in that moment, not because she didn’t mean it…but she’d asked him to be rough. No, she’d tell him when they were soft again. Maybe that night when he was holding her and whispering sweet things in her ears. Or maybe when he walked with her through the endless woodsor even the Nightmare Realm.She’d tell him she loved him.

And that she meant it when she called him ‘mine’.

Chapter Thirty-Two:

Smith

Tosayhewasexhausted was an understatement. Smith was drained to the core. His body lay flopped against the mattress with a spent Melody curled up at his side. She was partially draped on him, tucked sweetly under the blanket, and dangling dangerously on that line between conscious and unconscious. He wasn’t sure which he would have preferred. Smith didn’t have muscles to ache and yet, they did. They’d gone round and round for hours. When they said hungry like the wolf, they didn’t account for sexual hunger. Like he’d awoken something in her…and she had already been easy to stir into a wildfire. Melody had nevernotbeen ready to go at the drop of a word.

Yet seeing her crawl to him, the flashes of red in her eyes, gods and the way she practically begged him to, asked for it on hands and knees to let out the depravity aching to release from his chest. He was sure her whole body would be sore for months at this point.

Maybe Sebastian would lend me some of the healing salve he bought for Dahlia.

Was it weird to ask him for it?

Smith wasn’t sure his cocks would ever rise again after the feral hours he’d spent fucking her with them. And yet, he feared thinking the thought too loudly and they’d swell once more.

Melody yawned beside him, and Smith shifted to tuck her closer against his body. “How are you, sweet girl? Tired?”

“I think so but…also very hungry.” She laughed with a wounded wheeze, “Uh, we wouldn’t happen to have some sort of muscle relaxer or something? I think we over did it.”

“I don’t even have muscles and they burn.”

The two of them cackled into the slowly darkening room. Sunlight died behind the trees.

“Let’s grab something to eat. I doubt Dahlia made dinner, but that doesn’t mean we can’t rustle up something. Oooh! I could show you what the line cooks taught me.”

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