voice coarse and gruff. “Make no mistake.”
She gulped, her mouth suddenly dry as day old toast. She tried to speak, but she couldn’t form coherent words. Not with Forrest’s focused gaze staring at her like he planned to put fox on his dinner menu. She broke from looking at his eyes, and the situation worsened. His cock was jutted from his groin, thick and hard. Fucking hell, he was nearly as big as her forearm. If she let him put that in her, he’d split her in two.
“I know you want me. I can smell your desire. It’s thick enough to choke the air.”
She took another step back. “I don’t think…”
“I’m going to fuck you stupid, then you won’t have to worry about thinking.”
Holy shit! He did not just say that to her. She tried for indignant, but it was hard to take the high road when you reeked of lust. Bailey’s eyes widened as he took another step. She yelped as her aching need short-circuited her brain, and without a plan, she took off into the woods as fast as her bare feet could carry her.
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Forrest howled as Bailey Corsac ran toward the woods and changed into her animal. He’d never seen another one quite like her before. She was some kind of fox, but not the red or brown foxes that were native to the United States.
As the heir to the Blackthorn Pack, shifter females threw themselves at him. As a powerful businessman, he hadn’t lacked for human companionship either. Which is why this little vixen intrigued him. She’d been sexy as fuck with her clothes on and with them off…well, Forrest couldn’t wait to catch her to show her just how much he wanted every single inch of her.
Her desire was a powerful aphrodisiac, a scent he wanted to bathe in. He howled again and changed into his wolf form. He would hunt her down, and he would fuck her until she came screaming his name.
Chapter Six
Bailey’s heart hammered in her chest as panting replaced actual breathing. After a few miles, she’d finally slowed. Partly to drink from a small brook she’d crossed, but mostly, because, even in her fox form, she was sorely out of shape.
The water tasted sweet and crisp, though she knew in her human form, the water was probably gross with bugs and dirt. It didn’t matter. She was hot and tired and completely freaked out. She’d outrun from Forrest Blackthorn.
Who fucking did that?
An idiot, she told herself, that’s who. If she wanted to keep from being the pack gossip, she shouldn’t have made such a spectacular ass of herself by running away. She could have simply told Forrest she wasn’t interested in him. She’d have been a complete liar on the epic scale of lying, but at least she would have her dignity. Now that she’d taken off, dignity was off the table.
The woods on the Blackthorn property were full of oaks, pines, maples, and other tall trees that flourished over lush underbrush. Bailey could detect the scent of wolves, but it was hard to tell what was fresh and what lingered from days past. She tilted her narrow muzzle up and took in a long sniff on the air. A sharp aroma of fur and something floral had her opening her eyes about the time a large, furry wolf tackled her to the ground.
Bailey yelped as the wolf pinned her with large paws. This beast had brown, red, and black around its face, its chest was black, and its body was a mix of white, the browns, and the blacks. This was definitely not Forrest. Then the wolf peed on her.
Bitch! Bailey screamed in her head, but it came out a strangled growl. This was a female wolf, and she was showing Bailey who was dominant. The wolf was bigger and stronger, but Bailey’s fox was wiry and quick. She wiggled herself away, her teeth connecting with the wolf leg as she got to her feet. She hunched her back, circling, as the female wolf growled a warning.
Bailey knew two things at this moment. 1) She was going to get her ass seriously kicked. And 2) this bitch would not come out the fight smelling like a rose.
Pine and