Page 27 of Primal

Goddammit. Guess this is one way to exfoliate.

“Doing so well.” His other palm glides down my back—unbearably patient—mapping the tension between my shoulder blades.

Millimeter by millimeter, he peels the tape loose. Fire licks up my jaw. But the real burn’s lower. Deeper.

“Three …” He tears the rest off in one brutal rip.

Fucking. Hell. Sonofabitch.

My lips sting—wet with blood, sweat, or spit, I can’t tell.

“You …” My mouth’s raw. Everything burns. My brain screams, ‘Get the hell away from him.’ But the rest of me? Coiled tight and trembling beneath every furious inhale.

“You asshole,” I manage. “What if I had to safeword?”

His free hand slides between my thighs—warm, heavy pressure.

“Nah, you’re not even close to tapping out, little fox. Don’t pretend you want gentle. You want to see what I’ll do when I stop holding back.”

I want to bite him. Scream. Wrap my legs around his waist and dare him to ruin me.

Instead, I toss out one last shred of defiance. “You’re still a dick.”

That mask tilts.

“Yeah,” he murmurs. “But I’m your dick.”

That’s when I take in the rest of him—chest streaked with body paint, abs gleaming. His cock peeks out of his jeans—angry, throbbing, pearling at the tip.

I look him dead in the eyeholes. “Prove it.”

Chapter Six

“Prove it.”

Two words. Fucking challenge she shouldn’t have thrown at me. Not with her skirt rucked up and her thighs still trembling.

Her chest’s heaving. Nipples peaked. Lips raw and swollen. Skin flushed—and yeah, those marks on her ass.

Fuck. She’s a mess. My beautiful mess.

And she dares me.

Like I haven’t spent the last hour stalking her through these woods, watching her jump at every shadow. Like I didn’t have to stand there while some prick mauled her against a tree.

Like I didn’t fucking lose it when she moaned and arched into him.

I fist her hair, yanking until her throat’s bared in a long, vulnerable line. The voice modulator turns my growl into something inhuman. “You don’t get to tease me, little fox.” My free hand drags down her side. “Not after you let him taste you.”

Her laugh is reckless, wild. “Jealous?”

I pin her wrists in one hand. Cage her with my body.

“Let’s see if I can fit inside that bratty mouth.” I drag my thumb over her clit just to feel her jerk. “Since you love running it so fucking much.”

She squirms, panting, “Try it. See what happens.”

I go still. Let the silence stretch.