Madison
I’m not as dumb as I look. I know he’s not planning on letting me leave. Where Bronx is taking me, I don’t know, but I do know it’s not good. He was pissed when I drugged him. Fair enough. I shouldn’t have done it, but I’m kind of in a corner here and this was my last hurrah, I suppose.
No matter what happens next, nothing is ever going to be the same again.
Perfection, he tells me. That’s what being a shifter is like. I didn’t even know they were fucking real.
Shifters?
In Westbridge Forest?
Yeah, okay.
Sure.
If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I might not have believed it. Okay, I definitely wouldn’t have believed it. Stealing a lock of wolf’s fur and making it into some magical potion: that, I’ll believe. A man who can turn into a wolf, though? Well, that’s something else entirely.
I’m surprised when Bronx chooses to answer my questions, but I also realize what this means. Today is the last day I’ll see the sun rise. It’s the last time I’ll get to go outside. It’s the last time I’ll get to feel the cool breeze on my face or hear the birds chirping. Today is the last day for me because when we reach our destination, Bronx is going to kill me.
At least he’s letting me keep my mother’s book, I suppose.
He can bury me with it.
He’s quiet as he carries me, and he moves smoothly. Most people, while walking through a forest, aren’t exactly silent. I know I’m definitely not. This man, this shifter, though, he moves like he was made for this. He’s still naked and he’s not even wearing shoes. He doesn’t act like the ground hurts his feet, though, and I wonder how many times he’s crossed this forest floor.
He holds me carefully, and although I’m bound and uncomfortable, I’m not in pain. He’s almost being gentle with me, which is a pity, because in another lifetime this is definitely the kind of guy I could see myself falling for.
What’s not to like?
He’s lean and handsome and his eyes are fucking incredible. His dick is…well, I shouldn’t have peeked, but let’s just say that there are no complaints there. He’s got a gentle voice and he smells so damn good. Seriously. Okay, maybe it’s been a really, really long time since I got laid, but I don’t remember other men smelling this good.
I shift slightly, leaning my head a little more against his chest. I make the motion slowly so it seems natural, so it looks like I’m just adjusting my position. I don’t want this guy to know I’m getting turned on by him. He’s capturing me, after all. I should be terrified, but I’m not. I’m just…resigned, I suppose.
Why wouldn’t something bad happen to me?
I risked my life when I entered the Forbidden Forest and I knew something bad could happen. Well, it’s happened, but at least it’s happening with someone who is so fucking pretty.
I can feel his skin against my cheek now, and I involuntarily rub my cheek against him. He keeps moving steadily through the woods, not stopping, and I don’t think he’s noticed me touching him.
Good.
He’s too busy to notice.
He’s too busy to notice me getting more and more turned on with each passing moment.
He’s too busy to notice me rubbing myself against him like a cat.
He’s too busy to notice when I flick my tongue out and just…taste him.
Only he stops dead in his tracks when I do that, and I instantly squeeze my eyes shut and scrunch my face before he can look down at me. I don’t want to meet his gaze. What the fuck is wrong with me? Why did I just do that?
Oh fuck.
You know how in middle school, there was talk of letting the ground open up and swallow you whole?
If Earth could just do that right about now, I’d be happy.
Really happy.
“Did you just lick me?” He asks. He sounds astonished: not angry.
I don’t reply.
I keep my eyes shut.
Maybe if I don’t look at him, he’ll go away. That’s right. I won’t look at him at all. I’ll just keep my eyes firmly closed and he can just…move on with his life. He can keep carrying me to our destination, wherever that might be.
I say nothing.
“Madison,” he says, his voice firmer this time, and if that doesn’t make me super fucking wet. “Answer me.”
I shake my head slightly.
I think this is it. He’s going to keep walking now. He knows I didn’t really lick him. I mean, who would do that? When someone abducts you, you don’t lick them. That’s messed up. Only I did, actually, and something tells me I won’t be able to talk my way out of this one.
He sighs then, and sets me down on my feet. I look up at him in surprise, and he stares down at me.
“Last chance to be honest, love,” he says, and I’m not sure what he means, but when I don’t answer, he moves so he’s standing behind me, and then he swats me.
On the ass.
He fucking spanks me.
“What the fuck!?” I jump forward, out of the way, but he catches me and pulls me back, holding me firmly in place.
“Why did you lick me, Madison?” He says, and once more, I don’t answer. He spanks me in response, paddling me on the bottom, and it fucking stings.
“What are you doing?” I screech, trying to wiggle away, but he just keeps spanking me, holding me there, obviously waiting for me to answer his earlier questions.
Only now I can’t, even if I wanted to.
A heat is spreading through my body and it’s settling between my legs. Arousal. I’m getting fucking turned on by this and that’s so, so wrong. I shouldn’t be getting turned on by this wolf-man who’s trying to kidnap me.
I shouldn’t be aching to feel him between my legs.
Not just because he spanked me.
No, not because of that.
“Madison,” he says again, halting his swats. “Tell me.”
Is it just me, or does his voice sound a little rough now, too? I step back, slightly, bumping into his body, and instantly, I know. I can feel it. He’s not unaffected by this at all. Even if he doesn’t want to admit it out loud, his cock doesn’t lie.
And Bronx?
He’s very, very turned on by this.
I twist around, looking up at him. His eyes bore into mine for one hot second, and then his lips come crashing down onto mine.