by Celia Kyle
Alex sighed. Again.
The Sheriff led away a staggering Jenner and silence reigned in the clearing, tension and worry filling the space. Brute chided himself over ignoring his gut when it came to Jenner. Hell, he, along with Alex, Grayson and Sheriff Corman had disregarded their feelings. None of them had wanted to even think that a pride mate would be involved with Freedom. That a pride mate would inflict such pain on another.
Maddy filled the quiet with two quick claps, tearing Brute from his thoughts. “Okay then, I think we’ve had enough of that.” The small Sensitive smiled wide and raised her hands above her head. “Let the run begin!”
The woman dashed toward the trees, Ricker hot on her heels.
Alex’s roar followed them. “I start the run, woman!”
“Maybe next time!” Her giggles flitted back to the gathering.
Alex glared at Maya, and Brute wondered if he’d now have to step in and protect the Prima. “Do you realize that I haven’t started one of our runs since you gave Maddy ‘bad ass’ lessons? Do you?”
“Of course.” Maya smiled and sidled up to the Prime, sex in her every feature. “But you love me anyway. And if I didn’t do things that annoy you, you’d never have a reason to punish me.” Maya wiggled against him. “Wanna spank me?”
Brute rolled his eyes and turned his back on the couple, hugging Elise tighter. “Come on, sweet fox. We’ve got a forest with our names on it.”
The Prima’s squeal tore through the clearing. Then the rapid tattoo of feet on grass surrounded them as the pride followed their Prime’s lead and got on with the run, leaving the two of them alone.
Elise rested her head against his chest, small palm resting over his heart.
Brute grasped her hand and brought it to his lips, brushing a kiss over the petal-soft skin. “He’s gone now.”
“I know.”
“And with the information the council gets from him, I’ll hunt down every male that’s touched you.” A growl entered his voice, the cat in full agreement with his plan. He’d dismember every man that had hurt his precious mate.
Elise giggled and nipped his chest. “My fierce little furball.”
“Little?” With her wiggling, his cock twitched and came to life, hardening against her softness. “I don’t think there’s anything ‘little’ about me.”
His sweet, delectable, evil mate reached down and wrapped her hand around his stiffening dick and stroked him, tugging on his length until he was rock hard. “No, I don’t think there is.”
“Elise…”
A wicked gleam entered her eyes. “What? Gonna spank me?” She rubbed her thumb over the tip of his cock. “Gotta catch me first.”
Elise bolted, clothes flying behind her as she ran toward the tree line and he watched as curve after curve was revealed to him, smooth skin that he ached to taste. Over and over again.
Five feet from the edge of the forest she dropped to all fours, body shifting as she moved until his lush mate was replaced with a sleek red fox.
She yipped at him and ducked behind a tree, teasing him.
God, how he loved her.
And now, he’d teach her just how fierce he could be. Twice. Okay, forever.
The End
About Celia Kyle
Celia Kyle would like to rule the world and become a ninja. As a fall-back, she’s working on her writing career and giving readers stories that touch their hearts and *ahem* other places.
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