Chapter 28
CHAPTER 28
F innar’s beast surged to the surface as he watched Scarlett disappear into the moonlit forest. The thin fabric of her nightgown did little to conceal her curves, and the sight of her body silhouetted against the silvery light ignited something primal within him.
He ripped off his clothes, not caring where they landed, and charged after her. Her sweet scent filled his nostrils, leading him deeper into the woods. His enhanced vision caught glimpses of white fabric fluttering between the trees, teasing him with fleeting glimpses of her body.
The sound of her laughter floated back to him, playful and enticing. His beast growled in approval—their mate wanted to play. His self-imposed restraint crumbled as instinct took over.
He could have caught her easily, but he found himself wanting to prolong the chase. Each flash of her body through the trees, each echo of her laughter, each trace of her scent drove his arousal higher. His blood burned hot in his veins as he pursued her, letting her stay just ahead of him.
The moonlight painted everything in shades of silver and shadow as he tracked her through the forest. Her scent grew stronger, sweeter, telling him she was just as aroused as he was. The knowledge that she wanted this—wanted him—as much as he wanted her swept away the last of his doubts.
His blood surged with primal energy as he tracked her through the moonlit forest. Her scent wrapped around him like an invisible thread, sweet and irresistible, drawing him deeper into their intimate game of pursuit. Each breath filled his lungs with her essence, stoking the fire of his need.
The silvery light revealed teasing glimpses that made his beast growl with approval. His enhanced vision picked up every detail—the way the thin fabric clung to her curves, how her hair gleamed like copper in the moonlight, the graceful way she moved through the shadows.
His muscles bunched and flexed as he ran, purposefully holding back just enough to prolong the chase. The forest floor felt cool beneath his bare feet, but his skin burned with desire. Her laughter floated back to him, sending shivers of anticipation down his spine.
The distance between them shortened with each stride as he finally gave in to the urge to catch her. His heart hammered against his ribs, not from exertion but from the intoxicating knowledge that she wanted this—wanted him—as much as he did. The beast within him reveled in her playful surrender, recognizing it as the gift it was.
But instead of claiming her immediately, he slowed his pace to match hers, savoring the thrill of pursuit. His heightened senses caught every detail—her quickened breath, the rapid beat of her heart, the way her nightgown shimmered in the moonlight.
She glanced over her shoulder, her dark eyes sparkling with mischief, and his chest tightened at her radiant smile. Her laughter rang through the trees as she darted away again, and he found himself chuckling in response. The sound surprised him—he couldn’t remember the last time he’d laughed before meeting her.
He followed her zigzagging path through the trees, letting her stay just ahead of him. The sweet scent of her arousal mingled with her natural fragrance, flooding his senses and making his blood burn hotter. His beast growled appreciatively as desire coursed through him, but he held back, prolonging the game.
Each time she looked back at him, her eyes growing darker with need, his own arousal intensified. The moonlight caught the curves of her body through the thin fabric, and his hands itched to touch her. But still he waited, letting the anticipation build between them as she led him deeper into the forest.
He surged forward at last, his superior speed finally unleashed as he caught her against a moss-covered boulder. The impact knocked a breathless laugh from her lips, and his heart clenched at the sound. Her dark eyes sparkled up at him, filled with joy and desire, her cheeks flushed from their chase.
The thin fabric of her nightgown did nothing to hide the rapid rise and fall of her chest. His gaze fixed on her hardened nipples pressing against the delicate material, and a low growl rumbled in his throat. The sweet scent of her arousal filled his nostrils, making his beast stir restlessly beneath his skin.
He braced his hands on either side of her head, caging her between his body and the boulder. The moonlight bathed her face in silvery light, highlighting her parted lips. His enhanced vision caught every detail—the slight tremble of those tempting lips, the way her pulse fluttered at her throat, the darkness of desire in her eyes.
The beast inside him purred with satisfaction at having caught their mate, but for once its urgency was tempered by the need to savor this moment. She was his—willing, wanting, and completely perfect.
“What did I say would happen to prey when it ran from a predator, especially such pretty prey?” he growled playfully.
“You said it would get eaten,” she teased.
He growled again and spun her around, bending her over the boulder as he went to his knees behind her.
“Is that a promise?” she asked breathlessly, arching her ass towards him.
The nightgown slid up to reveal her perfect ass and unable to resist, he leaned forward and bit it, just hard enough to make her squeak, then licked soothingly at the spot. She wiggled impatiently, but he took his time, kissing and licking every inch of soft skin. When her legs parted, he turned his attention to her inner thighs, working his way up to her perfect little cunt. He could see her arousal glistening on the swollen lips and inhaled deeply, his cock throbbing at the delicious scent.
She arched her back again, trying to bring her clit closer to his mouth but he ignored the invitation. Instead, he took his time, kissing and nibbling his way along the sensitive creases where her thighs met her body, careful not to touch anywhere else.
“Are you trying to kill me?” she complained.
“You were the one who decided to run away from me,” he reminded her. “Now you have to wait for your reward.”
She huffed but subsided, her body trembling with need. He continued to tease her, kissing the luscious curve of her ass, biting gently at the soft skin until she moaned. When his tongue finally traced the delicate folds of her sex, she quivered, a rush of liquid heat greeting his mouth. He took his time, licking every inch of her pretty pink flesh before circling the swollen nub of her clit. She gasped and pushed back towards him, and he rewarded her with a long, hard lick that left her shaking.
He brought her to the brink of climax over and over, never letting her go over. Her cries grew increasingly frantic as he worked her with his lips and tongue. When he slid two fingers inside her, curling them upwards to stroke that sensitive place high inside her walls, her entire body tightened. A muffled wail escaped her lips, and then she was coming around his fingers, her body clenching helplessly as she shuddered through her release.