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“You made me wear your dog’s helmet!” I bark at the vengeful fucker. “I can’t believe I found the sight of you driving a bike erotic. I need an hour-long shower, a bath after that, and another shower, and even that won’t be enough.” I glower at Maple. The dog is licking its paws, ignoring all my yelling.

The wicked trio is full-on laughing, and I flip them the bird before storming out of the barn.

“You’re still going to help us with the shelter project, right?” I hear Dare’s hopeful yell.

“Of course, I am, you dicks!” I bite out without turning around.

I keep walking, rounding the house, cursing and muttering the whole way. Planning my revenge.

“Where the fuck you think you’re going?” Two feet away from my Jeep, Hunter grabs me around the waist, spins me, and hauls me up in his arms. Fuck, he’s so damn strong. The effortless way he manhandles me drives my traitorous dick wild. Insane idiot! I might put a cage around it.

I could make Hunter lose consciousness with one press of my fingers on his shoulder, but he could also get hurt from the fall, so I opt for digging my nails into his back and biting his ear. Hard. Unbothered,he walks to the Jeep and opens the door to throw me on the passenger seat.

“Let me go, you asshole!” I scream, kicking him in the thigh and pec. He roars like a damn grizzly, and after grabbing my legs, he forces his way between them, pushing me down with his bigger body. My arms are pinned under him, the seat belt buckle presses painfully against my shoulder, and my head bumps on the hard cup holder.

“You—” He swallows my insult with a merciless kiss and keeps sucking all the air out of my lungs until I lie pliable under him. My legs wind around his, my arms are inside his shirt stroking his sides, and my mouth moves against his. My cock, hot and heavy, grinds against him.

I feel everything, all of him. On me. Around me. In my heart and my very soul.

“So fucking feisty,” he rumbles. “Love the way you fucking melt against me, Red. Remember what I promised I’d do to you?”

“Promised?” I repeat mindlessly while trying to get his lips on me again. He pulls back.

“Hours of edging await you.” His words make me quiver all over. My hole flutters, eager to start whatever he has planned.

I drop my head back. Ouch! Damn cup holder. “I need a damn shower.”

“You smell divine.” He nuzzles my neck, licking behind my ear, and letting out a dick-hardening groan.

“Divine?” I give him a look that questions his sanity. Because I fucking stink.

His large, hot, possessive hand strokes my thigh, and I’m putty for him again. Except my dick, that’s a hard pole of steel.

“With a hint of wet fur,” the bastard adds with a short laugh.

“Fuck you!” I say, knowing very well I’m the fucked one…or will be soon.

“Didn’t I say I would, Red?” He tilts his head back and looks at me with a raised eyebrow. The mirth in his eyes undoes me more than his body. And the fucker knows it and uses it against me every time I’m pissed off at him.

“I need to bring my stuff inside,” I tell him, thinking about the piles of bags we shoved in the trunk of my car before we went after the wicked trio. I told him we could do it later, but he just kept grabbing random things from my place and filled a few bags. The bossy bear, acting like he’s afraid I might change my mind.Like that could ever happen.

I give an internal, incredulous snort. I’m irremediably, undoubtably, utterly fucking his.

And his eagerness at having me living with him makes me so damn…happy. I almost feel those rainbows pushing out of my ass.

He nods, and after giving me another scalding kiss, he pulls his heavy body off me, and gripping my hand, he yanks me out of the car.

“You will wash that sidecar after you’re done with me.”

A small smile tilts his lips. “I’ll never be done with you, Ramiel Masters, Angel of Wrath.”

THE END