Eleven
Remington
“ R un, little fox, before I catch you and cage you,” I taunt, my voice echoing through the wooded area. Fallon darts through the trees, her movements quick and agile. She slipped from my fingers the instant I backed away to see who was approaching. My little fox is tricky.
I can hear her frantic footsteps, the rustling of leaves as she tries to put distance between us. The thrill of the chase sends a rush of adrenaline through me. I move swiftly, my eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of her.
The forest is a labyrinth of shadows and sounds, but I know it well. Every snap of a twig, every rustle of leaves, guides me closer to her. Fallon thinks she can outsmart me, but she won’t.
I catch a glimpse of her blue hair shimmering in the moonlight from a gap in the canopy of trees. She’s heading towards a dense thicket, probably thinking it will provide cover. I quicken my pace, closing the gap between us.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are,” I call out, my voice dripping with mockery. She slows to a stop before me, probably looking around for the best path to take. Little does she know, she’s already been trapped.
I jump from the shadows, making her shriek. The sound reverberates around us, startling night owls into flight. Fallon stumbles back, her eyes wide with fear and shock.
“Got you, little fox,” I say, my voice low and provoking. The buzz of the pursuit pulses through me as I step closer, watching her every move. She glances around, probably searching for an escape route, but it’s too late.
“Why are you doing this?” she asks, her voice trembling.
I tilt my head, considering her question. “Because it’s part of the game,” I reply, my tone almost playful. “And because I enjoy the hunt.”
Fallon takes a step back, her eyes never leaving mine, even though she can’t see them through the mask. I can see the wheels turning in her head, trying to come up with a plan. But I’ve anticipated her every move.
“There’s no way out, Fallon,” I say, taking another step closer. “You might as well give up now.” My wicked laugh echoes through the shadows as I take a few steps closer, forcing her against a large tree.
I grasp her throat, loving the feel of her erratic pulse under my hand. Fallon’s eyes widen in fear as my hand tightens more. She struggles, her hands clawing at my arm, but I hold her firmly against the tree.
“Get the hell off of me!” she manages to scream into the night.
“Drop the attitude before I make it drip from you. When I tell you to stay, you stay like a good fucking girl. Run away again and see the kind of beast I can become,” I purr into her ear. Her lavender and honey scent overwhelms me, making my already hard cock press painfully behind my zipper.
“You don’t own me. I can do whatever I want, when I want,” she declares with a slight tremble to her voice. Fallon’s resistance only fuels my desire. Her words are brave, but the waver in her voice betrays her fear. I lean in closer, my breath hot against her skin.
“Oh, my little fox, what am I going to do with you?” I tsk as I trace along her jaw, then down the column of her throat. Her pulse quickens under my touch, and I can feel the tension coiling in her body.
“I told you that you can’t escape me.” She lets out a small whimper. She may think she hates me, but her body doesn’t. It knows the pleasure I can elicit.
I press closer, letting her feel what she does to me. My hand is still around her throat, her pulse hammering against my hand. “You can fight all you want, but deep down, you know you belong to me,” I challenge, wanting her to fight. Needing it like my next breath.
“I don’t belong to anyone, especially you,” she retorts, her voice steady despite the panic in her eyes.
“We’ll see about that,” I murmur. “You can deny it all you want, but your body tells a different story.”
Her eyes flash with anger as she tries to push me away, but I hold her firmly in place. “Let me go, Remy,” she seethes. Hearing my name fall from her lips has me yanking my mask off, throwing it behind me. Her breath catches in her throat, but she holds my gaze.
“It’s time to play.” My hand moves from her throat to tangle in her long hair, pulling her neck to the side and allowing me to lick a straight path from her chest to her ear. The sweet taste of fear and desire erupts over my tongue, pulling a groan from my lips.
“W-what are we playing?” she questions breathlessly.
“Predator and prey,” I whisper into the shell of her ear. “I’m going to devour every inch of you, until you’re writhing and screaming my name for everyone to hear.” My hand skates down her body, loving the feel of her soft curves under me. Her breaths are coming in pants as I brush against her hot center. Even through her shorts, I can feel her arousal soaking through. My little pet likes playing dirty . My smile widens, knowing this little game of cat and mouse turns her on as much as it does me.
“Oh, God,” she whimpers as I continue to tease.
“Not God, Fallon. Me. No other name will come from those pouty lips unless you want to be punished,“ I smirk down at her. She growls in frustration until I snap the button from her shorts, tugging them to the ground. Her heady gasps fill the charged air around us.
“Mmm, you’re so wet for me,” I groan. “Someone likes being defenseless.” She bites her lip and tries to turn her face from me, but I don’t allow it. I want her to see everything I’m about to do to her. I need her complete submission.
“I-I’m not defenseless,” she cries, but her hungry silver eyes betray her.
“Don’t. Move,” I command, dropping to my knees. She shivers, but it’s not from the cold. No, she wants this just as much as I do. I rip her fishnets and panties from her, making the tattered garments pool at her feet. Except her panties, those are mine. Without warning, I plunge my tongue between her trembling legs. She tenses, then slumps against the tree in defeat. I smile against her clit, then suck hard, causing her hands to fly to my head.
“Fuck!” she moans, threading her fingers through my hair. Her taste explodes on my tongue and I’m addicted. I ravage her pussy like a man starved. She’s dripping down my chin as I plunge two fingers into her tight cunt. She tenses, then begins rocking her hips against me.
“Your pussy is weeping for me,” I purr against her clit. Fallon begins to tremble and I force another finger into her slick channel, fucking her hard. She whimpers and cries as I steal the orgasm from her. Her fingers pulling my hair send waves of pleasure straight through me, and I know I can’t wait any longer.
Jumping to my feet, I pin her with a stare as I pull off my jeans, then throw my shirt into the pile as well. Her eyes widen as she takes in as much of my body as the moon allows, making me smile.
“Take it off,” I growl. “Before I rip it to shreds like the others,” I warn. She lifts her tank top over her head, and I wish there was more light so I could see every inch of her. Next time, I’ll make sure I can see everything.
Wait.
Next time?
I don’t have time to process that line of thinking as I press Fallon harder against the tree. She winces, probably from the scratch of the bark on her back. I hope it leaves marks so she can look at them later and know that I claimed her tight pussy.
The heat of her body pressing against mine feels like I’m burning alive. My hands grab her mouth-watering ass, lifting her higher.
“Remy!” she yelps, as she digs her nails into my shoulders. I chuckle at her exasperation. “You’re going to drop me!” That makes me grip her hips tighter.
“Don’t,” I snap. I know what she’s thinking, and it pisses me the hell off. “Don’t say it,” I demand. She closes her mouth instantly, her response dying on her tongue.
“Wrap your legs around me,” I order. Hesitantly, she does as I say, locking them around my lower back. My hard cock presses slightly against her hot, wet center.
“Tell me you don’t want this, Fallon. You may hate me, but your pussy aches for me. It aches for something only I can give,” I insist, needing to give her an out, even if I don’t think I could stop if she said so. I’m too close to tearing her pussy up. She’s trembling, but her eyes don’t waver. It’s a challenge. She isn’t going to be the one to back down, and the hell if I will.
I slam inside, feeling the small resistance rip away as I slide as deep as she can take me. Never did I think that claiming a virgin cunt would be as gratifying. I was mostly sure she was innocent, but confirming that I’m the first has me seeing stars.
Fallon’s cries spread through the trees and echo through the forest.
“Fuck,” I groan. “Your pussy is strangling my cock.” The moon casts a small glow on Fallon’s face, allowing me to see the tear sliding down her cheek. My hips pull back slightly, then pound deeper. This time, I’m completely bottomed out. Leaning forward, I lick her tear away.
“Those are mine. Always mine .“ Her whimpers turn to pants as I thrust hard and fast, over and over, until she’s rocking her hips along with mine.
Fast.
Hard.
Unrelenting.
I feel her tighten around me and I know she’s close. I’ve never cared if my partners got off, but something about Fallon has me circling her clit with one hand. I want her to fall apart around me. I need to be the reason for the blush creeping into her cheeks.
“Come for me, little fox,” I order, and that’s all it takes for her body to obey. It knows who it belongs to.
“Remy!” she screams, digging her nails into me hard enough that I know will leave marks, which turns me on even more. If that’s possible.
“Such a good girl,” I purr, nipping and licking along her neck. I want to mark her. I have this overwhelming feeling of needing everyone to know she’s not available. That she’s been claimed by a beast, by The Shark. My mouth latches on to her throat, sucking until she’s wincing in pain, but I don’t stop there. I pepper her skin in hickies, loving how much I know she’ll hate them.
Fallon threads her fingers through my hair and pulls my mouth to hers. I stop moving. Completely foreign feelings spread through me once my lips connect with hers.
I don’t kiss.
I’ve never kissed.
It’s too intimate.
It’s nothing I’ve ever desired, but my mind explodes, giving in and devouring her lips. My hips slam into her with a new found purpose as my tongue delves into the sweet depths of her mouth. She tastes like strawberries and something that I know is one hundred percent Fallon. Her tongue ring only intensifies the current coursing through me.
It’s intoxicating.
Profound.
Electric.
Fallon pulls away and we both suck in ragged breaths. She’s panting, her breathing matching my own. I crush my lips down on hers again as I thrust once more, coming harder than I ever have in my life. Another orgasm rips through her as I swallow her screams. Her pussy holds me like a fucking vice, and I realize I’m still hard as a rock. I need her all over again.
“You just–you came inside me!” Her post orgasmic glow fades as her anger returns, making me smile.
“You’re on the shot.” I drop her legs and hold her until she’s steady on her feet. My hard cock pressed between us.
“How?” She’s cute when she gets worked up.
“I read your records. I’m not done with you. Lay down on our clothes.”
“What the hell, Remy!” she hisses.
“Don’t make me repeat myself.” I lean down to whisper the rest in her ear. “I don’t think you want your ass fucked tonight as well?” The question hangs in the air.
She sucks in a breath, “I hate you!” she snarls as she tries to push me away, but I’m immovable for her small frame.
“Keep telling yourself that. Now, get your ass on the ground,” I smirk, seeing her stormy expression. Before I know what’s happening, she slaps her hand across my face. The burn has me grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head. Her chest heaves, but the determination in her eyes remains. My little spit fire. I chuckle darkly, pressing our foreheads together. She doesn’t back down, which has my cock weeping for more. I need more.
“You think you can challenge me?” I taunt, my breath hot against her lips. Her eyes flash with a dare as she struggles against my grip, but I hold firm.
“Let me go,” she demands, her voice a mix of anger and something else—something that sends a thrill down my spine.
“Not until you admit it,” I provoke, my voice low and commanding. “Admit that you want this as much as I do.”
Her breath catches, and for a moment, I see a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes. But then she lifts her chin, her resolve hardening. “Never,” she spits out, her voice trembling slightly.
I lean in closer, our lips almost touching. “Oh, little fox, you will,” I say, my voice a promise of what’s to come.
She glares at me, her eyes blazing. “You can’t break me,” she whispers, her voice fierce.
I smirk, tightening my grip on her wrists. “I don’t need to break you,” I challenge. “I just need you to bend.”
Her breath hitches and I can feel the rapid beat of her heart against my chest. For a moment, we stay like that, locked in a battle of wills. Then, slowly, I release her wrists, my fingers trailing down her arms.
She doesn’t move, her eyes never leaving mine. “This isn’t over,” she says, her voice a low growl.
I smile, a dark, satisfied smile. “No,” I agree. “It’s just beginning.”