All Chapters of Between Two Naughty Wolves: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

CHAPTER 82: A Wolf’s AmbitionVictoria's POV“Oh, yes… put it in my ass,” I moaned with the words a breathy command as I arched my back, pressing myself against him.The world narrowed to the delicious stretch and burn with a perfect counterpoint to the throbbing pleasure deep in my pussy. Peter’s hands gripped my hips with his blunt fingers digging into my skin as I haunched over the couch.I felt him pull out of my wet pussy and a moment later, a warm wet splatter of spit hit my asshole and I flinched.“Did you just spit on my ass?” I snapped, twisting my head to glare at him over my shoulder. His rat-like features were screwed up in concentration.“Just… wetting things up,” he grunted with his voice rough.“Don’t. I want it raw.” I wanted to feel every inch of him and every sting. The pain was part of the reward.He didn’t argue.. he just positioned himself and pushed deep. A sharp breathtaking pain lanced through me, making my vision blur for a second before it melted into a int

CHAPTER 84: The EnclaveAllison’s POVThe honk was not a friendly ‘toot-toot’. It was a long impatient blare that screamed, ‘Get your ass out here now or I’m coming in to get it.’I jumped with my nerves already shot from the last twenty-four hours. Ashley who’d been nervously pacing my living room, flinched and hurried to the window. She peeled back the curtain just a sliver.“Okay. Black car. Super tinted windows. Looks like a mobster’s mobile. It’s definitely… them,” she said with her voice tight.I let out a sigh that felt like it came from my shoes. “Guess the party’s starting.” I’d been waiting all day, jumping at every text and wondering how the hell you get an invite to a secret werewolf government meeting. Apparently, you get chauffeur service.Ashley turned and grabbed my arms with her face serious. “Allison, listen to me. These are not your average run-of-the-mill shady weirdos. These are the king-sized, economy-pack shady weirdos. Be smart. Be quiet. And for God’s sake,

CHAPTER 86: Fork in the RoadAllison's POVThe room emptied out like a bar after last call like veryone was suddenly very interested in not being the last one left with the council. Can’t say I blamed them. The air seemed to still crackled with the energy of Lucius' declaration and I was more than ready to make a strategic retreat to my couch and a pint of something heavily salted.I was halfway to the door, already mentally unclenching when his voice cut through the murmur.“Allison. You will stay.”It wasn’t a question. It was a fact that had just been decided for me. I froze with my escape route so close I could almost taste the freedom.Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jacob pause and for a second, I thought he might say something or do something. Stupid, wishful thinking. He just cast a glance in my direction in a quick messy mix of guilt then ducked his head and followed the crowd out. Thanks for the moral support, buddy!Then Derek tried it. He took a step toward me, looking

CHAPTER 88: A House of CardsVictoria's POVThe car glided to a silent halt in front of Derek’s pretentious penthouse. My head was still throbbing a dull painful echo of the fork that had felt like it was buried in my own skull and I could still feel the ghost of that little bird’s death.“Ma’am, shall I wait? Be ready to leave soon?” my driver asked with his voice hesitant.I ignored him. He should know by now not to ask stupid questions. I shoved the car door open and marched up the pathway with my heels clicking a sharp, angry rhythm on the stone. The air here was too clean and too calm it made my skin crawl.I didn’t bother with the bell as I hammered my fist against the door. Bang. Bang. Bang.It swung open a moment later and one of the housemaids flinched back with her eyes wide with instant fear. Good. At least someone here understood the order of things.I pushed past her without a word, stepping into the cold, empty foyer. A few other servants hovered in the background, wri

CHAPTER 90: Peeping AllisonAllison's POVMy heart was trying to pound its way out of my chest. One second, Sarah was looking at me like I was the angel of death herself and the next… she was just gone.. flatlined. The frantic beeps of the monitor had been replaced by one long, soul-sucking hum.The medical team swarmed in a blur of blue scrubs and urgent voices but it was already over. They started doing the things you do when someone’s officially a corpse. Recording times and making notes. It was all so cold and clinical.That’s when I saw it. Sarah’s hand, still clenched in a stiff, accusing point right at where I’d been standing, wasn’t empty. A tiny corner of crumpled paper peeked out from between her fingers.Okay, Allison. Don’t screw this up.I moved closer with my body blocking the view from the doctors. My movements were casual like I was just giving them space and with a touch so light I barely felt it, I pried the paper from her cold grip and palmed it. My hand slipped int