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scanned the room warily, as if he thought someone was lurking
nearby. Once he realized they were alone, he closed the final gap.
    “Save your bullshit, you little bitch,” he growled. He
grabbed Cass by her shoulders and shook her. Her hand grazed the poker and
knocked it over, the iron clanging against the wood stove’s metal frame like a
dinner bell.
    “Oh, now what’s this?” Preston said. “What were you planning
to do with that? ” With the last word, Preston gripped Cass hard and
shoved her toward the back of the couch, so violently that she fell forward and
her face slammed into the gap between the two seat cushions. She was stunned
momentarily, long enough that Preston was behind her with his hands on her hips
before she could react.
    Cass tried to regain her feet. Preston planted one hand on
her neck and shoved her back down. He pressed against her ass and mashed her
into the couch’s wooden back until her hipbones pulsed with sharp pain.
    “Now,” he whispered savagely, “you’re going to give me what
I deserve.” With his free hand he jerked hard on the back of Cass’s jeans. The
front button popped off and Preston kept tugging until the denim was around her
knees and her thin cotton panties were all that stood between her sex and his
raw anger.
    “Oh yes yes yes ,” Preston moaned. He cupped Cass’s
ass and squeezed it hard, slapping each cheek before shoving his fingers
between her legs and curling them up against her as she tried to wriggle free.
    “Help!” Cass screamed, staring at the perverse scene
reflected in the picture window. Preston loomed behind her, one huge arm
pinning her down. He worked hastily on his own pants. He freed himself and she
felt the warmth of his hard member against her ass.
    “Help! Mmmff –” Cass tried to cry out again but Preston
shoved her head into the seat cushion and pressed her down hard. The force
tipped her further up on the couch’s back. Preston slipped a finger under the
waistband of her panties and ripped them down so fast that the tight fabric
tore cleanly away from her thighs and left her shaking and bare.
    Fight, Cass. Fight!
    Cass flailed her legs and arms, but Preston was too big. He
continued shoving her into the couch, repelling every attempt at escape, until
Cass was panting and spent. He seemed to enjoy the struggle. When she finally
stopped to catch her breath, he slid a hand between her thighs and massaged her
with deceptive gentleness.
    “Such a good, tight pussy, Cass. I’ve always liked that
about you. But maybe tonight you’ll give up that ass. What do you say to that?”
    He traced a finger higher, and higher again, until he was
pressing against her outer lips and dancing along a thin trail of moisture that
made Cass shudder. How could she be wet? He shoved a finger deep,
suddenly, twisting and probing and groaning as Cass bucked vainly to free
herself.
    Preston started breathing faster. He withdrew his damp finger
and slid it toward her tight pucker. Cass clenched hard, reflexively, fighting
until the very last.
    “Get ready, Cass,” he said. “You’re going to love this. I
know how much you want it. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t move. Can’t
walk. Can’t breathe. And then I’m going to haul this sweet little ass back to
St. Paul and do it again.”
    “No, please no,” Cass moaned into the pillow. “No, Preston.”
    “What’s that? You want it extra hard? Okay, then...”
    Cass could feel Preston rear back. She squeezed her eyes
shut and gripped the sofa cushions, praying for Preston to at least be quick.
    “What the – ?” Preston’s voice caught in his throat.
    Cass opened her eyes in time to see the wolf’s powerful paws
make contact with the picture window. For a moment he was suspended there. Time
had stopped. Their eyes met; his were a preternatural orange-red, hers were
wide with surprise.
    Then the window shattered.
    The wolf hit the floor in front of the couch and immediately
leapt high over