Savage Satisfaction by Lila Dubois Page A

The high from the run still
thrummed through Christoffer’s veins, mingling with his arousal. He took one
hand from William’s ass and wrapped it around his own cock, jerking in time to
William’s thrusts.
    William slammed in one last time, shouting as he came.
Christoffer swallowed and swallowed again. The other man’s orgasm triggered his
own and Christoffer came, his sperm shooting from his cock to hit William’s
legs.
    William pulled his shaft from Christoffer’s mouth and sank
to his knees. Christoffer wiped his hand on some leaves as he opened and closed
his mouth. His jaw hurt.
    William was staring at him, face a hard, cold mask. Finally
he said, “We should go. Change back, I did not ask you to return to human.”
    Christoffer bowed his head. Shame, a too familiar sensation,
washed over him. It had been a beautiful moment. Had been.
    He was happy to change to wolf as William zipped his pants.
Christoffer led the way back to the hunting platform. William commanded him to
change into a human once there and, while Christoffer still knelt on the forest
floor, William slipped the collar around his neck.
    He was still a prisoner and now, whatever bond he’d formed
with William was probably gone. He dressed silently. He felt dirty and used.
Foolish and betrayed.
    Don’t. You can’t hate this man, he’s your Alpha.
    They returned to the pen, where William locked Christoffer
in without another word.

Chapter Six
     
    He paced the cell, looking like what he was—a caged animal.
    Mirela watched Christoffer march, his head low, arms
hanging. She’d expected him to return laughing and smiling—he’d been allowed
outside—but he hadn’t returned in triumph.
    Something had gone wrong.
    She wanted to ask but she was afraid she’d say something to
make it worse. Since coming here almost nothing she did or said was right.
    It was the collar. She traced its now familiar pattern with
her fingertips. How she hated it. The presence of the collar made her anxious.
She knew that if she could just get it off she would do or say the right things
and then the lord wouldn’t be angry at her.
    Every time she saw his bandaged face she wanted to throw up.
Had there been more space for her to fly she would not have missed and he would
now be lacking a right eye.
    She never did anything right but the wolf, it seemed, could
do no wrong.
    Late into the night, after Lord William had locked
Christoffer in again, they would sit up talking. At first Mirela had stayed
awake, sitting in the corner of her cage to be close to them, but they so
pointedly ignored her she’d given that up. Once she curled up on her cot away
from them and let her breathing even out as though sleeping, they would talk
much more freely.
    The camaraderie between men she understood, and after she
worked out “cricket” meant a game and not a bug she’d been much less confused.
    But the way they spoke to each other was puzzling. Their
voices would soften from the guffawing bass of men to low tones ripe with
feeling. After they talked about sports they would begin to speak of travel and
places they loved, after that music and food.
    Was Lord William like Christoffer in that he wanted to have
sex with other men?
    The idea disturbed Mirela but it was several days before she
really understood why.
    She was jealous. Not only because Christoffer was allowed
out of his cage, but because he was receiving time and attention from Lord
William. Attention she wanted for herself, and not just because she was bored
or wanted out.
    She wanted William the way a woman wanted a man. Or the way
a man wanted a man, if Christoffer was to be believed.
    She’d been attracted to him when she first saw him—he was
wealthy, older and powerful, all things she valued in a man upon whom the rest
of her life would depend. She’d grown more attracted to him when he protected
her from the wolf the first day, and the few touches she’d received made pleasure
curl in her belly.
    When