Oh wait, should I call you… step-father?”
I was poking the beast, I knew that.
But there was just something about this version of Duncan that made me feel empowered and bold.
Duncan stopped so fast, I almost tripped when he twisted around and stepped in front of me. His face was like thunder, almost violent and I knew I was in trouble.
His lips curled and he bared his teeth, looking like the beast he was. “You’re full of sass today, Little Snow. I’d be very careful if I was you.”
I met his eyes without flinching. “Was that a threat, Mr. King?”
“No, that was a warning. Next time, it will be a promise of pain,” he growled. I felt the vibration down to my core and there it was again… the pulsing between my thighs, where I ached everyday since meeting Duncan.
“You won’t hurt me,” I breathed. Was I trying to convince him or myself?
He lowered his head, to meet my eyes. “I will hurt you. You will enjoy it and beg me to stop at the same time.”
My breathing stuttered and my whole body seemed to be hyperaware of how close Duncan was to me. Stop him, I scolded myself. Yell at him. Tell him to stop. Threaten him. Scream for help.
Instead, I went up on my tippy toes. Duncan straightened, the corner of his eyes twitching. His jaw hardened as I brought my face closer to his until our lips were a mere inch away. “Don’t you think I’ll fight you, Mr. King?”
His chest rumbled with a low growl. “Actually, I’d prefer if you fought,” he said, his voice low and guttural. “It will make it all so much more pleasing when I have you pinned under me, moaning, whimpering, so fucking wet when you beg me.”
I gasped, stumbling back at his words. Fire licked my veins and I felt something electric, such a sweet tormenting current going through my body.
Wrong. This was so wrong. Why couldn’t I stop though?
“Don’t mess with me, Little Snow,” Duncan rasped.
He swiveled around and started walking once again, leaving me. I almost whimpered. My legs trembled and I rubbed my thighs together, trying to alleviate the ache at my center.
“Hurry up,” his voice boomed over the hill.
Taking a few deep breaths, I waited until my heart was settled before I ran down the hills, following after him.
We walked silently, through the humongous garden and then going behind the mansion, where the barn was.
The moment we stepped inside the barrier; I heard a howl. Wait, not one. Several different howls.
Duncan wasn’t fazed. He whistled, once. Loud and clear. The howls stopped and then…
Oh. My. God.
I stumbled back a few steps, hiding behind Duncan. Using him as my shield as seven huge beasts came running toward us.
They all came to a halt in front of Duncan, jumping excitedly at his sides. Dogs?
Wait… no, they were too big. Were those… wolves?
Seven huge wolves. Duncan bent down and rubbed the smaller one behind his ears. It howled, a near peaceful look on its beastly face.
Duncan looked back at me, raising an eyebrow. “They won’t hurt you.”
“Is this my surprise?” I asked shakily. “Because I don’t want it.”
“They can smell you on me, so they won’t hurt you,” he explained slowly. “They are used to your scent now. I made sure of it.”
“What does that mean?”
His corner of his lips curled up but he didn’t answer.
“Do they bite?” I asked, keeping an eye on the wolves.
“They do, sometimes. But they like you… see, they are rubbing against you,” he responded, his voice gravelly and pleased.
The smaller wolf out of the seven, the one Duncan had been petting was now rubbing against my legs. It made little sounds, as if it was trying to comfort me. Okay, it was kinda… cute.
I slowly squatted down to its level and extended an arm toward it, palm out. “What are their names?”
Duncan pointed at the wolves, introducing each one to me. “The biggest one is Doc. Then you have Happy and Sneezy next to him. They are the lighter gray wolves. Those three are the oldest and from the first litter. Then you have Sleepy – the one who is lying down on his belly. Bashful – the smaller one. Grumpy and Dopey – the two darker wolves.”
Bashful bumped his snout against my palm. He made what I believed was a happy sound before licking my fingers. There was something odd about his eyes. “Is Bashful blind?”
“Yes. He was born with some complications and