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Wolf Slave 29 – Alex Ankarr
Fortunately Ree speaks again, and drags his attention to other things, before he can do anything so unutterably foolish. ‘All the care I have taken, what a fool I’ve been. Not that I didn’t know it: and my mother was quick enough to tell me so. To think to court you slow, to acclimatize you to the idea… What a fool I’ve been. To court a chattel, to seek permission and budding of feeling, to build on fond memories of childhood friendship…’ He shakes Penn a little, and his voice is raw and rough. Penn still keeps his eyes modest, submits: but he wants to look up, now, for other reasons. He wants to see what’s in those green eyes. They must surely be the shade of a stormy sea right now.
Ree gives him one last shake, and his head jolts back with it, so he gets to see the grimace on that handsome face, the snarl on his lips. ‘I should have bent you over my bed and fucked you like any other owner would have. These past weeks I’ve tried to get close, but all I get out of you is flattery and lies and hate. You think you’re so clever, as if I can’t tell: the stink of hate pours off you, Penn. I’m just another wolf and master to you, aren’t I: well, I suppose I may as well act like one.’
Penn’s pretty much a fool not to expect what comes next. But it’s still a shock, when Ree bends his head and bites Penn’s neck, and he can’t do a thing to help the cry that bursts from his lips. Not every bite from werewolf, born or made, can turn a human: it takes intent and other ingredients besides, and is rare enough in any case. Slaves aren’t so very cheap that owners are eager to lose one: and it’s illegal to keep a wolf, even a turned one, as a slave, though in that case they may be made a freed servant.
Then Penn’s being jostled backwards, towards the trestle table in the middle of the room, and Ree’s hands are everywhere. He’d be disingenuous if he said that the notion of this happening comes as a complete shock: he’s cogitated enough, wondering over Ree’s intentions, if old childhood bonds have developed now into adult attraction. But this isn’t the way it should happen: and there’s a reason for that. The reason is that, after the last time, Penn swore that if he ever wound up getting fucked by a master again, he’d turn it somehow to his own advantage. He wouldn’t just be getting used.
And this, this thing with Ree, it has potential: potential to be useful to him, to enhance his life. But not this way, the way it’s going as Ree has his hands all over Penn, is roughly feeling at his ass and his arms, his chest, puts a hand in his hair and grasps it firmly enough to force him along and back. The way this is going, it’s going to end with Penn getting fucked over a table, and he can’t have that. A quick rough easy fuck, that’s all he’ll be to Ree then, without influence or softer feelings involved. And the first encounter can determine later ones: if it begins that way then it’s liable to continue so, for as long as it does continue. He must turn this back, set them back on course for softer, more emotional channels.
It would just be so much easier if he wasn’t at all attracted to Ree. It would be easier without Ree’s hands all over him now: hot and hard and wanting, as he pushes Penn up against the table and puts his lips over Penn’s face, his neck, in kisses that aren’t one bit tender: are angry and tasting and most purely lustful, exploratory of something he means to have.
© Copyright Alex Ankarr 2013 All rights reserved to the author. No inspirations for characters drawn from real-life individuals, no resemblance to real individuals intended.
Read the sequel to Wolf Slave immediately, available on Amazon and free to read to members of Kindle Unlimited! Find out what’s next for Ree and Penn, and if love or freedom are in Penn’s future, in Wolf Runaway, 2nd in the Wolf Wars quintet!