Page 8 of Knot Enough
She blinked up at me with furrowed eyebrows. This was it. The revenge I hadn’t known I needed—craved. In a sudden burst, I slammed my palm onto her chest, forcing her to fall to her back. The chains clinked with her movement as she stretched out fully before me, her body a blank canvas for the blood I would pull free. A tight whine slipped from her lips, and the sound caused shockwaves to my cock.
She trembled, but did as I ordered and stared still as I poised my nails over her belly.
My index nail pierced flesh. Blood bubbled just below her breast. Then trailed down her ribs as I dragged it down, slashing through skin. She screamed and jerked, causing my slice to become crooked. Blood bubbled from the surface of the wound, and her wide, scared gaze peered into mine. I stopped, staring into the brown hue. Such beautiful eyes had seen the deaths of two people I loved.
I cupped the top of her head, pressing my thumb against the corner of her eye.
“I will gouge it free if you move an inch.” The whites of her eyes became stark, and she stilled, her chest moving in shallow pumps. “Good, bitch.”
With my grip in her hair, I pulled it back until her throat arched to the side. Just a little further, and I could snap her neck.
No. That would be a mercy she didn’t deserve. She must suffer as long as possible for what she’d done.
Returning my claw to the wound, I went to the next letter and sliced my blunt claw into her body.
The whimpers and cries spilling from her lips faded into the background. I hyperfocused on carving into her flesh.
Droplets of blood plunked to the ground at her movement. Seeing it satisfied me, unlike anything else could. She’d fucked my life up, she’d taken from my pack, and now, as Alpha, I would see this through.
She whimpered, the sound small and pitiful.
A vice wrapped around my stomach, and I fought against the instinct to rub my cheek against hers in comfort. This fucked up biological reaction needed to go. Avenging Lennox and Kim was what was important.
Hurting this female wouldn’t bring them back, but I ached to see the agony splashed across her expression.
The way she attempted to hold in the screams caused my cock to swell.
A moan from behind me stopped my move mid-letter, and I turned to find Rath stroking his cock. He circled his fist around the base and dragged it up in a slow glide, lifting cum to the tip.
He enjoyed seeing this whore in pain. I fisted the back of her hair and forced her head up to watch him fuck himself with gliding jerks. Her eyes widened and fastened on his cock as her chest rose sharply.
I sneered down at her and sliced the rest of the letters into her flesh. Whimpers exploded from her throat in bursts. She tried to stifle them, but was unsuccessful. Blood dripped from the tip of my fingers, and I dragged them over her belly and lower. I lifted off her body, sitting back on the heels of my feet.
She lay panting and still, her wide eyes trained on my every move. I forced open her thighs. Scratch marks lined the outside of her thighs and slashed down.
She tried to slap her legs shut, but I growled and she froze.
I ran my fingers lower until I traveled over the tuft of hair between her legs.
I slipped my bloody digit into her tight depths. Her pussy tightened around my finger like a good whore. I curved it, and she whimpered as I rubbed the wall of her channel. I leaned down, forcing her to keep my gaze.
“Move an inch and I’ll rip you from front to back,” I whispered in her ear. The hair on her arms lifted, and her teeth audibly clicked together. Blood pumped through my veins and directly to my cock.
Her doe eyes welled with tears and her chin trembled . . . but her gaze spat fury, as if words bubbled beneath the tightly pressed lips.
Keeping my digit digging into the wall of her pussy, I rubbed my knuckle against her clit. Her lips parted, and those long eyelashes fluttered. A flush spread on her cheeks and down to her neck, but it was not as red as the blood leaking from her carved belly.
I rolled my knuckle into the bundle of nerves, and she cried out, her eyes squeezing tight. Her whimpers vibrated through me—inflaming a need to punish and pleasure. Her moans grabbed onto my balls and twisted them.
Fuck her. Fuck her existence and everything she’d done.
Fuck her for making me want her.
Oak’s eucalyptus scent filled the space, mingling with Rath’s smokey scent. With my hand not in her pussy, I gripped her hair and lifted her head, forcing her neck to crane to look at Rath and Oak. I kept her attention on them, digging my claw into her pussy wall as a reminder to keep her eyes open. Oak took Rath’s cock in hand and kneeled to put him in his mouth.
Her small pink tongue wet her lips as I forced her to watch Oak get Rath off with quick, sure pumps of his veiny cock.
The bitch trembled, and her breath puffed from her mouth. She enjoyed the view. Her thighs twitched, and I lessened the pressure of my knuckle on her pussy. Keeping it so light so she wouldn’t come. Mesmerized, I watched that small tongue as it swept across her lower lip.
