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Below you’ll find an exclusive extended scene set the night before Wren leaves for Montana—after the training in Chapter 10, before the morning goodbye. We hope you enjoy spending a little more time with Jude and Wren!

✨ EXCLUSIVE BONUS SCENE ✨

The Night Before

An Extended Scene from Savage Shelter

⚠️ Warning: Explicit Content
This scene takes place the night before Wren leaves for Montana and contains bondage, sensation play, and explicit sexual content.

“I want to try something.”

Wren looked up from her pack, where she’d been obsessively checking supplies for the third time. Jude stood in the doorway of the bedroom, arms crossed, expression unreadable.

“Try what?”

“Come here and I’ll show you.”

There was something in his voice—a darker edge than usual, a command wrapped in invitation. Her body responded before her brain caught up, heat pooling low in her belly as she crossed the room toward him.

He caught her wrist before she reached him.

“Tonight is your last night here. For weeks.” His thumb traced circles on her pulse point. “I want to give you something to remember. Something that stays with you every night you’re gone.”

“Jude—”

“Do you trust me?”

The question cut straight to her core. Did she trust him? After everything—the lies, the redemption, the slow rebuilding of something neither of them had expected?

“Yes,” she whispered. “Completely.”

His smile was slow and dangerous.

“Good. Then get on the bed. Face down.”

She obeyed.

The sheets were cool against her cheek as she lay prone, her heart already racing. She heard him move around the room—the creak of a drawer opening, the soft clink of metal, the whisper of fabric.

“Lift your arms above your head.”

She stretched them toward the headboard, feeling impossibly vulnerable. A moment later, something soft wrapped around her wrists—rope, she realized, smooth and thick, binding her hands together and securing them to the iron frame.

“Too tight?”

“No.”

“Color?”

They’d talked about this—the system, the safety words. Green for go, yellow for slow down, red for stop. She’d never thought she’d actually need them.

“Green.”

“Good girl.”

The praise rippled through her, and she felt herself go liquid against the mattress.

His hands found the hem of her shirt and pulled it up, bunching it beneath her bound arms, exposing her back to the cool air. Then his fingers hooked in her pants, dragging them down her legs along with her underwear until she was bare from the waist down.

“Christ.” His voice was rough. “Do you have any idea what you look like right now?”

“Tell me.”

“Spread out for me. Helpless. Mine.” The mattress dipped as he climbed onto the bed, his clothed body settling over her naked one. She could feel his erection pressing against her ass through his pants, hard and insistent. “I could do anything to you right now. Anything at all.”

“Then do it.”

He laughed—low and dark—and pulled away.

She heard more sounds. The strike of a match. The flicker of flame.

“Jude?”

“Relax. I’m not going to hurt you.” A pause. “Not more than you want me to.”

Something warm dripped onto her shoulder blade.

She gasped, her body jerking against the restraints. Wax—candle wax, heated just past liquid, painting a line of fire down her spine. The sensation was sharp and startling, pain blooming into pleasure as it cooled against her skin.

“Color?”

“Green.” The word came out breathy, desperate. “Oh God, green.”

More wax. He traced patterns across her back—swirls and lines and what might have been letters. His name, maybe, written on her body in melted fire. Each drop made her twitch and moan, the sensations blurring together until she couldn’t tell where pain ended and pleasure began.

“You’re doing so well.” His hand smoothed over the cooled wax, pressing it into her skin. “Taking everything I give you. Such a perfect girl.”

“Please—”

“Please what?”

“Touch me. I need—” She squirmed, pressing her hips into the mattress, seeking friction that wasn’t there. “Please, Jude. I’m so wet. I need you to touch me.”

“Not yet.”

She whimpered, frustration and arousal tangling together. He chuckled and set aside the candle, his weight shifting on the bed.

Then she felt something new. Cold this time—ice, trailing down the path the wax had blazed. The contrast was electric, her nerves screaming at the temperature shift, her body arching off the bed as much as the restraints allowed.

“Jude!”

“I know.” He dragged the ice lower, over the curve of her ass, down between her thighs. “I know, baby. Just feel it.”

The ice pressed against her entrance, and she cried out—the cold shocking against her heated flesh. He circled her opening, teasing, never quite pushing inside, until she was writhing and begging in a voice she barely recognized.

“Please—please please please—”

“Please what?”

“Fuck me.” She’d never been so desperate, so utterly undone. “Please. I can’t—I need you inside me. I need—”

He flipped her.

The movement was sudden, disorienting—one moment face down, the next on her back, her bound arms stretched above her, her body completely exposed. He loomed over her, still fully clothed, his eyes dark with hunger.

“Look at you.” He traced a finger down the center of her chest, between her breasts, over her stomach. “Wrecked. And I’ve barely touched you.”

“Jude—”

“I’m going to make you come.” He settled between her spread thighs, his shoulders pushing them wider. “At least three times before I fuck you. Maybe more. You’re going to be so sensitive by the end that you’ll feel me for days. Every step you take on that trail, you’ll remember this. You’ll remember who you belong to.”

“I already know who I belong to.”

“Remind me.”

“You.” The word came out like a sob. “I belong to you.”

“That’s right.”

His mouth descended on her.

The first orgasm hit her fast and hard.

He licked her like he was starving for it—long, flat strokes from her entrance to her clit, then tight circles around the swollen bud. He knew her body by now, knew exactly how to play her, and he used that knowledge ruthlessly.

When she came, she screamed—a raw, broken sound that echoed off the concrete walls. Her thighs clamped around his head, her bound hands straining against the rope, her whole body shaking with the force of her release.

He didn’t stop.

“Jude—wait—it’s too much—”

“Color?”

She hesitated. It was too much. Every nerve was on fire, her clit so sensitive that each brush of his tongue bordered on pain. But underneath the overstimulation, she could feel something building again—a second wave, darker and deeper than the first.

“Green,” she gasped. “Fuck. Green.”

He redoubled his efforts. His tongue plunged inside her, fucking her in quick, shallow thrusts, while his thumb found her clit and pressed down hard. The combination was overwhelming—she thrashed against the restraints, tears streaming down her face, pleasure so intense it felt like drowning.

The second orgasm rolled through her in waves, slower than the first but more powerful. She came with his name on her lips, her vision whiting out, her body clenching around nothing.

When she could see again, he was stripping off his clothes.

“One more,” he said, kicking off his pants. “Then I’m going to fuck you.”

“I can’t—”

“You can.” He crawled up her body, his cock dragging against her thigh, leaving a trail of wetness. “You can, and you will. Because I asked you to.”

He positioned himself at her entrance—not pushing in, just resting there, the thick head of him stretching her opening.

“I’m going to stay just like this,” he said, his voice strained with control. “And you’re going to touch yourself until you come. Show me how you do it when you’re alone.”

“My hands—”

He reached up and tugged the rope loose with a single pull. The knot unraveled, her hands falling free, and she realized it had never been about restraining her. It had been about her choosing to stay restrained.

She brought her hand between their bodies, finding her swollen clit. The first touch made her whimper—she was so sensitive, so worked up, that even her own fingers felt like too much.

But Jude was watching. Waiting. His cock pressed against her entrance, promising everything she needed, held just out of reach until she earned it.

She started to stroke.

“That’s it.” His voice was wrecked, his hips making tiny involuntary thrusts that pushed just the tip inside her before retreating. “Let me see you. Let me watch you fall apart.”

Her fingers moved faster. She was so wet—from his mouth, from her own arousal—that obscene sounds filled the room with every stroke. She focused on her clit, circling the way she did in the darkness when she thought about him, chasing the release that was building like a storm.

“Jude—I’m close—”

“I know. I can feel you clenching.” He pressed forward slightly, giving her another inch. “Come for me, Wren. Come, and I’ll give you what you need.”

She shattered.

The third orgasm crashed through her like a wave, pulling her under, drowning her in sensation. And at the peak of it—when she was clenching and crying and completely lost—Jude slammed home.

The stretch was overwhelming. She was so sensitive, so swollen, that every inch of him felt like a revelation. He bottomed out and held there, grinding against her, extending her orgasm until she thought she might actually die from pleasure.

“Fuck.” His forehead dropped to hers, his whole body trembling. “You feel—God, Wren. You’re so tight. You’re fucking gripping me.”

“Move.” She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. “Please. I need you to move.”

He moved.

There was nothing gentle about it.

He fucked her like he was trying to imprint himself on her body—deep, punishing strokes that knocked the breath from her lungs. The bed frame slammed against the wall in a rhythm that would have been embarrassing if she had any capacity left for embarrassment.

She didn’t. All she could do was hold on and feel.

“This is what you’re going to remember,” he growled against her ear. “Every night in that tent, every morning on that trail—you’re going to feel this. Feel me. And you’re going to know that I’m here waiting for you.”

“Yes—”

“You’re going to touch yourself thinking about this. Aren’t you?”

“Yes—”

“Tell me.”

“I’m going to touch myself.” The words spilled out, filthy and desperate. “Every night. Thinking about your cock. Thinking about how you feel inside me. Wishing it was you instead of my fingers—”

He slammed into her so hard she saw stars.

“When you get back,” he said, his rhythm faltering, his control cracking, “I’m going to keep you in this bed for a week. I’m not going to let you leave. I’m going to fuck you in every position, in every room, until you can’t remember a time when you weren’t full of me.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.” He reached between them, finding her clit, pressing down. “Now come for me one more time. Come on my cock while I fill you up.”

She didn’t think she had another one in her. She was wrung out, oversensitive, her body a trembling mess of aftershocks and exhaustion.

But his fingers knew exactly how to touch her. And his cock knew exactly where to stroke. And when he pinched her clit between thumb and forefinger and twisted—

She came so hard she forgot her own name.

Distantly, she felt him follow—the swell of him inside her, the hot pulse of his release, the groan that tore from his chest as he emptied himself into her body. He collapsed on top of her, crushing her into the mattress, both of them gasping for air.

For a long moment, neither of them moved.

Then he pulled out—gently, carefully—and rolled to the side, gathering her against his chest. She felt his release leak from her, warm and slick against her thighs. She should probably clean up. She couldn’t make herself care.

“Wren.” His voice was soft now, all the commanding darkness faded into something tender. “Are you okay?”

“I’m…” She tried to find words. Failed. Tried again. “I’m going to miss you so much.”

“I know.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I’m going to miss you too. Every second.”

“That was…”

“Too much?”

“Perfect.” She tilted her head up to look at him, at this man who had shown her parts of herself she’d never known existed. “You’re perfect.”

“I’m really not.”

“You are to me.”

He kissed her then—soft and slow, a contrast to everything that had come before. When he pulled back, his eyes were bright.

“Come back to me,” he whispered. “Promise me you’ll come back.”

“I promise.” She pressed her hand over his heart, feeling it beat steady and strong. “I’ll always come back.”

They fell asleep tangled together, her body still humming with the echoes of pleasure, his arms wrapped around her like he’d never let go.

In the morning, she would leave.

But tonight, she was exactly where she belonged.

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