She looked over at the small man then back at Flynn, scoffing quietly at him, "I never said I hated you. You simply had information I needed. Wolves don't play soft. But I'm sure you knew that. Oh and they can hear everything we say."
Ven obviously had forgotten about wolf hearing, and the fact they were in the Pit, a room that magnified all sound. Katerina was looking up at them annoyed, drinking from a leather canteen of water, and Hayley had no doubt Flynn would be angry at Ven for sharing such personal information.
"And by the way," her voice dropped low as she leaned right up to him, invading his personal space again just to get his blood pumping, "Whether I like him or not is none of your concern. The man has muscles. Any female wolf enjoys those."
Hayley loved to tease, and her sassy attitude showed it. Just to make him more uncomfortable she left a kiss on his cheek then got up and bounced away down the steps into the Pit, while Katerina began walking up.
"Making friends?" she asked, raising a brow. She'd been getting better and better at sounding like Katerina, although internally she still cringed at almost everything that involved her stepping out of her small comfort zone, "I'd be careful making friends with that one Ven. She's
the fire princess. Flynn told me. Her father's Gernesh, Beta to the Southern Pack."
Ivory's eyes closed as her breath hiked as she teased back, '
You just enjoy the view of my breasts bouncing with every thrust'
Her arms wrapped around his neck, keeping his lips pinned to hers. They were barely coming up for air, glued to each other's mouths in a frenzy of love and lust. One of the many joys of being a Beta was their ability to speak through the mind, no need for words as her thoughts did everything for her. Christian was a rough lover too, something Ivory had learned she enjoyed as well. He rarely did anything soft or slow, preferring to fuck her hard until she was moaning to the heavens, making it well heard who owned the little brown wolf underneath him now. It was a display of dominance, lust, and underneath it all undeniable love between them.
Her nails dug into his back as she suddenly climaxed, blood dripping down his fair skin as her sharp nails broke flesh. The smell of it made her stomach growl, and her mouth moved off his lips and down his jaw to his neck, her sharp wolf canines sinking in. Werewolves had no need to suck blood, but the taste of fresh kill, bloody and raw, was something they all desired. Like a drug, it gave them a high nothing else could. The taste of his blood swirling around her tongue sent her over the edge as she clung to him and unraveled, her second orgasm exploding in a matter of minutes. She took her fill then licked the wound, feeling Christian's supernatural healing already in effect.
"Your turn?" she purred, dropping her head to the bed and tilting it to expose her neck, inviting him to feel the same high she felt as he continued his pace in and out of her.