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“Y-Yeah,” she says quietly.

“My advice… Always fake an orgasm and be compliant. Zypher likes his ego stroked… You get me?” I ask.

“Yeah… So… He won’t beat me or anything?” she asks.

“No. I’ve made him pretty mad before, and he’s never done more than slap me when I called him a cocksucker and pushed him. His form of punishment is getting his entire pack to fuck you for hours on end,” I explain.

“I can handle that,” she says, relaxing.

“I’ve only known of a few people who can handle that and not get hurt. They weren’t always what they seemed,” I say, and she goes wide-eyed.

“Uhm… I don’t know what you mean. I am a fox shifter like you are,” she says.

“Don’t worry. I know,” I say with a smile and lean in to hug her so I can whisper in her ear. “Under the bed, there is a loose floorboard where you can keep things hidden. Use a protection spell, and he’ll never know the difference.”

“Thank you,” she says when I let go of her.

“No problem,” I say. “Go on before he comes looking for you.” She smiles and continues to Zypher’s room, and I go and clean up before going to my room to collect my belongings.

Everything I own fits into two bags, but I need to transport my magia book and the few tools I have for potion-making. I know Zypher is preoccupied with the new girl, so I do a quick concealing spell so no one but me can see the velvet bag I have everything in. When I am satisfied with how I have everything packed, I grab my belongings and walk out of the house toward the mayor’s office.

Because they think I am a fox shifter, I have to go through special security checks to get into the building. For being so scared of witches, they really do put a lot of faith in non-magical things. Sorry, Mr. Mayor, but your metal detectors and X-ray machines havenothingon my spell. I win every time. Witches only get caught when they get careless. I am never careless with my magic. I learned early when I watched my only friend die.

I ignore all of the stares and whispers as I make my way to the mayor’s office. Just before I can get to his receptionist, a giant man steps in front of me. “Dirty foxes aren’t welcome here,” he rumbles.

“Dude… It’s literally city property. Chill out,” I say, rolling my eyes.

“Your kind should be killed,” he growls.

“Aww, but then who would you grunt for when you want to power-fuck something, but you can’t get anyone willing to touch your wet-dog-smellin’ ass?” I ask. Calling a wolf shifter a wet dog is a surefire way of pissing them off.

“You little bitch,” he says as he grabs me by the arm.

“Are you causing problems again, Lilith?” Brion Morwen asks as he comes up to us and addresses the man that was just seconds from locking me in a closet somewhere and power-fucking me. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of her and her attitude.”

“Dumb fox bitch better watch her back,” he says as he lets go of me.

“Nice to meet you,” I say as he walks away.

“You just can’t help but be a bitch, can you?” Morwen asks as he grabs my arm and drags me into his office. When the door is shut, he shoves me across his desk and pulls my skirt up before pulling his massive cock out. Lion shifters are said to be brutal with how they fuck. They have barbed dicks, so I know I’ll have to let in some of that discomfort so that he thinks he is doing something. I hate that this is his go-to, but it is what it is. I’ve only ever been fucked by wolves, so this could be a whole new experience. The barbs are for mating purposes, but they either bring pain or pleasure.

“The guy got pissed because I was where I was told to be. I didn’t do anything,” I say. Morwen slowly fills me. I involuntarily groan as pleasure sweeps through me. Of course, the most fucked-up person in the region would be the one to make me come the hardest. Gross.

“Fuck, you have a tight little cunt,” he growls. He is still slowly thrusting into me. The size difference is monumental, and he is stretching me more than the wolves ever have.

“Are you going to make me come, or am I going to have to fake it?” I ask. He growls and digs his fingers into my hips before slamming into me so hard that it moves the solid oak desk a few inches. He leans into my body and turns into a feral animal as he forcefully fucks me against the wood. Morwen pulls my head back to cover my mouth. Pressure is building in my belly, and I’m moaning for real this time, and I hate it. I fucking hate that he is making my body respond this way. The sooner he comes, the sooner he leaves me alone, though.

As he is about to slam back into me, he partially shifts. “A whore fox like you gets to come when I let you come,” he says as he suddenly rams himself into my ass. I scream against his hand, and I immediately start to come. He is ruthless in the way that he pushes into my body. The more he tries to hurt me, the harder I come. He is fucking me so hard and fast, and I can’t breathe with how this orgasm has me in a chokehold. It is a disgusting feeling. “That’s right. Come for me, bitch,” he growls in my ear before biting down on my neck. I am shaking from this violent pleasure, and I hate that my body loves what he is doing to me.

Suddenly he pulls out of me and yanks me off the table. Morwen shoves me to my knees before grabbing my face and shoving his cock down my throat. It’s a good thing I know how clean I keep my body, or this would be kind of gross.

When he forces his way down my throat and starts to come, I realize he’s doing this to prevent the mess as I unwillingly drink him down. He’s squeezing my head, so I cup his balls and suck on him hard so he will loosen his grip before he crushes my skull. The more eager I appear to be, the less of a hold he has on me. I suck down the last bit of him before he pulls his cock out of my mouth and tucks it away.

He offers me his hand to help me stand up. “Thanks,” I say.

“Impressive little cunt you have, Lilith,” he says as he walks over and sits behind his desk.

“Zypher said you were sending me somewhere?” I ask, moving right past his sudden assault on me. That’s what I am best at. Avoidance.