seven

Seven

Genevieve’s POV

A loud yell resounded behind me. In a flash, I grabbed the attacking soldier, flipped him over my shoulder, and smacked him right into the ground. He coughed as he slammed into the ground.

“Rookie mistake!” I yelled loud and clear for the young soldiers who watched the battle. Hell, I had seen their eyes widen like saucers when I asked four out of them to take me all at once. They probably thought their Luna had gone crazy. “Do not yell while attacking your opponents. You alert them and if they are anywhere near as skilled as I am, you will be getting your ass whooped, gib time!”

The sound of boot smacking against the ground lightly caught my ears and without so much as a blink, I turned and drove my knee right into the attacking soldier’s side. He coughed and spluttered. “How did you see me!”

“I didn’t,” I chuckled, staring at all the men sprawled on the ground. If Jamie were nere, he would have lost his damned mind. He had only wanted me to teach the soldiers skills they would need to be stealthy in battle. To Jamie that would include simply standing right there on the podium and giving a damned lecture on being stealthy.

But who the hell was that going to help? I’d rather show them in action. I had paid attention to my parents while they raised me. My father was no ordinary werewolf. I suppose that was why he was blessed with one like me.

“Did you see what they all did wrong?” I said turning to the men. They all nodded rapidly, their heads in rhythm. I chuckled at the sight and took a deep breath. The class was over. In the next hour, I would have to attend a meeting with Jeremy and some delegates from the nearby pack Redfanged. They had a nasty habit of causing bigger troubles than they could handle and then running to us for protection.

And of course, Jamie would let them in anyway.

I tsked at the thought and dismissed the soldiers, marching out of the arena. I could imagine how I looked. My white hair was tied behind me into a ponytail, my top stained with patches of sweat around my breasts and armpit, and the damned combat trousers draping low on my hips.

I was a hot pulsing sight to behold and guess who wasn’t here to behold it all?

My fucking mate.

He had stalked off earlier as if his ass was on fire and I had hoped several times that he would come back.

“So much for having a fucking bodyguard!” I grumbled as I stepped into the hallway that led back to the council room.

The familiar woody scent hit my nose and I felt my wolf growl and moan in hunger. Fuck me. He stood against the wall, all huge and menacing with those sexy green eyes staring daggers at me. I arched a brow at him feeling irritated at myself and my wolf for getting all excited at seeing him. What the hell was wrong with me? He had acted like a jerk!

A hot delicious jerk, Gina, my wolf, quipped and I scoffed at her words.

“Are you done?” Thorn bit out gruffly, looking annoyed.

Annoyed? If anyone should be annoyed, it was me. He had embarrassed me before my soldiers, like a scallywag and now he had the effrontery to look offended? I ought to tan his hide!

And maybe he could tan mine afterward. A mental image of him spanking the hell out of me filled my head and I moaned softly. Fuck that would feel so good. I’d bet it would be thrilling for him too. He did look like he wanted to smack something.

Thorn stiffened against the wall, his green eyes shifting constantly to gold and back. “Fuck!” He growled, stepping away from the wall. “What the hell are you doing?!”

I grinned at his reaction. He must have smelled my arousal. Good. I loved that he could not resist me. Because heaven knew I could not resist him. I wasn’t trying to. He stood still as I approached, breasts heaving, nipples tightening with need. It had been fun to watch him spill all over my fingers earlier, to taste his seed on my tongue, spunky and fucking delicious.

But hell, I needed release too. I needed it so badly.

“Stop doing that,” He groaned as I drew nearer until my propped-up, tight as fuck breasts were mere centimeters away from his chest. I reached a finger across the distance between us and dragged it down his chest.

“Stop doing what?” I whispered, pressing up against him. We both groaned at the impact. I closed my eyes, moving my breasts against his chest, loving the way his hard, solid mass pressed against my lovely babies.

“Thorn,” I moaned softly, wishing there were no barriers between us and I could feel his chest, all hot and sweaty against mine.

“You need to stop,” He groaned, reaching for my shoulders and just when I thought he would wrench me away, his hands tightened around them and he crushed me harder against him.

“Yesss,” I drawled, gasping in damned delight when his huge, hard thighs slid right between my legs and rubbed against my pussy.

“This… This shouldn’t be happening,” Thorn hissed and when I looked up, his eyes were fixed on the junction where his thigh and my pussy met, watching me hump him like a wolf in heat. Those eyes glowed a fierce golden that told me he loved it.

Just as much as I did.

“But you want it,” I whispered, leaning closer until our lips were inches away. “You want this Thorn,”

His knee jerked causing his thigh to slam harder against my swollen core. I clenched and ground harder, feeling my juices seep through my pants, aching for release.

“I don’t” He whispered in reply, but it came out rather constrained and sounded like he was choking.

“You do, Thorn,” I gasped, feeling pleasure lick at my veins, boiling and burning within me. I humped harder, craving a release that seemed so close yet so fucking far. HFrustration bubbled in my gut and I groaned, pulling at my hair.

“You need to be quiet!” Thorn hissed, his eyes shifting warily as he looked around us.

“I don’t need quiet, I need release!’ I cried, reaching for his buckle. He could just fuck me here and give me what I wanted. He knew I wanted him, he wanted me too! There was no need to hold back-

“NO!” With a roar, Thorn shoved me off him and stormed off.