The Night Wolf novel Chapter 26

What sort of kinky shit is this? Is this even legal in this time period?

"What?" Horror painted Peyton's face. "No no no no. Please don't I-" Peyton looked like she was thinking up a way to get out of this situation.

I have a family to look after, two little kids and my old disabled parents along with my grandpa, who is bed ridden, not to forget my widowed sister.

Sadly that didn't come out of her mouth. But turns out that Peyton is not a masochist but Hunter sure is a sadist.

"Do you want me to double it? Get the fuck out."

Peyton scrambled out of the bathroom. Ah shit. Willow didn't want to be alone with Hunter. Who knows what this sadist might do to her?

Willow tried following after Peyton, but Hunter pulled her back. His hand still tightly wrapped around her Willow tugged her hand back, hoping to free herself. But doing that hurt badly, because of the bruise that was already forming. Her hand, her poor poor hand. How would she paint now? She wasn't left handed. And the hand being held by Hunter was her right hand.

Willow was pushed against the door which Hunter shut, the moment Peyton walked out.

"Alpha," Whatever joy he gets by being called Alpha, Willow wasn't going to question it. Though a voice in the back of her mind concluded that he has a fetish to being called Alpha. "Let me go."

Hunter froze. "You don't get to call me Alpha. It's Hunter." Said Hunter before lowering his head, to her neck. Her neck!

She felt ecstasy. Hunter kissed her collar bone, slowly moving to the side, peppering kissed all over her neck. Willow threw her head back subconsciously, giving Hunger easier access to her neck. Till she felt something wet on her neck. It reminded her of the day when she was in the woods when the huge dog had licked her. On the same spot. The day she had been painting up a portrait of Rowan.

Willow blinked. What was she doing?

She had always dreamt of kissing Hunter under the moonlight. His tongue in her mouth, his hand cradling her face and her hands around her neck. Every touch would send sparks all over their bodies.

But at this moment she wanted Hunter to stop. She didn't want this. She wanted to be with Rowan, but that greatly upset her because of Rowan's indifference.

"Hunter stop." Said Willow, her tone serious. "Hunter let go!"Willow pushed him away with her free hand, only for it to be held by him too. "Hunter please, stop."

"Why?" Hunter lifted his head up to look at her. He was still hunched over, holding both her hands at both sides. "Isn't this what you wanted? My attention?"

What? Willow blinked. Though it was kind of true, she did want his attention, but being asked like this, it showed how he thought so little of her. "What are you talking about?"

Hunter let out something between a scoff and chuckle. "Now that you have my attention, you're playing hard to get."

Can you get a bit more narcissistic? Willow scrunched her brows. "Let me go. You're hurting me."

Hunter let go of her wrists. Horror struck Willow. She could feel both her wrists going numb, her right wrist was unbearable to even look at. It was already starting to darken. Hunter stared at her wrist before caressing it.

Willow flinched. It didn't go unnoticed by Hunter who-jumped on it like a wolf-snapped his eyes up to hers.

"How foolish are you to mistake a wolf for a dog?"

"You were there," Willow snapped her mouth shut. "You were there, yet you didn't warn me."

"Warn you?"

"What if it would have attacked me? Eaten me?"

"Don't get too ahead of yourself, you're too scrawny for him. Being wolf food will be a blessing to you."

"So you know the preferences of wolf? What they like to eat?"

"Of course I do."

"Was the wolf yours?"

"Yes."

"Oh," Willow quieted down, she frowned. "What did I ever do to you?"