Page 37 of Song Bird Hearts

“I will make you beg,” he growls before yanking down my jeans in one swift motion. “And I’ll enjoy every fucking second of it.”

I don’t even have time to reply.

His mouth is on me, hot, unrelenting, ruthless.

I cry out, the sound ripping from my throat as Wolf buries his face between my thighs and devours me like the wolf he is. His tongue is clever and cruel in his worship, and I’m undone before we’ve really even begun.

My hands grab fistfuls of his salt and pepper hair as my head slams back against the tree, my eyes rolling as my knees shake.

“Fuck. . . Wolf. . .”

He doesn’t answer, doesn’t stop. He holds me in place, his hands gripping my thighs like a wild animal clinging to his prey. He growls into my pussy, his tongue pushing deeper, his lips sucking harder. He’s relentless as he forces my pleasure to rise.

I come screaming, the sound loud, broken, and wild. The sound echoes through the forest like a warning shot. . . and it should have been.

Because thirty seconds later, as Wolf rips his shirt over his head and prepares to destroy me entirely, footsteps thunder toward us.

Knox is first into the small clearing, his gun drawn, his eyes frantic. Gilden is behind him, breathless, half-dressed and still zipping on jeans even with his gun in his hand.

They both skid to a halt when they see us.

Me, half naked, slumped against the tree, still trembling.

Wolf, on his knees in front of me, lips glistening, shirtless and unbothered.

Knox’s face twists with fury. “What the fuck is this?”

Wolf stands slowly, his eyes meeting Knox’s with unshaken calm. “She’s not in danger,” he explains. “I’m just giving her what she wants.”

Gilden’s brows rise. “Shit,” he mutters, glancing between us. “Can’t believe I missed it.”

Knox’s jaw clenches. “Seriously, asshole?” He tucks his gun away and purposefully looks away from me. I’m just barely trying to catch my bearings, about to pull up my pants and hide away, before Knox’s next words stop me cold. “I realize my words were harsh, but you didn’t have to go make an even stupider decision to spite me, Trouble.”

I blink. “I’m not doing this for spite?—”

“Put some fucking clothes on,” Knox growls. “It’s fucking cold out here.”

It wasn’t spite before, but the moment that man tries to tell me what to do, I decide spite is a damn good idea. I straighten, carefully kicking off my jeans from around my ankles.

“Actually, no. I don’t think I will.”

Knox’s eyes jerk to mine and it takes everything inside him not to look down at where I’m naked. I can see his struggle. “What?” he grits out.

“I’m not finished,” I say, tilting up my chin. “So, you can either stand there and watch or run along back into the house now that you know I’m not in any danger.”

His mouth drops open in surprise, and then his restraint fails and his eyes dip down.

“That’s my little star,” Wolf purrs, running his hand down my hip. “What’ll it be, bodyguard?” He meets Knox’s eyes. “Will you stay, or will you leave?”

Knox tenses, and for a second, it looks like he considers staying. Something kicks in my chest at the realization, but it dies a moment later when he turns without a word and storms off toward the cabin, leaving us with the ghost of his anger.

“Well. . .” Gilden says, tucking his gun into the waistband of his jeans, “. . .if the offer to watch is still there, don’t mind if I do,cher.”

Wolf shoots the Cajun an appreciative look. “No need to just watch,” he rumbles. “I’m sure Valerie wouldn’t mind you joining in. Would you, little star?” he purrs, running his hand down my arms.

My breath hitches, my eyes flicking between the two of them.

Gilden grins. “What do you say,cher?” he says, voice syrup-thick, his muscles bunching at the thought of it. “You like the idea of us sharin’?”

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