Chapter 5 IICYIFU
IICYIFU
AURORA
Irace through the trees, pushing deeper into the gnarled heart of the woods, where it'll be harder for Seven to run flat out in pursuit of me.
In a foot race, with no obstacles, I know my shorter legs are no match for his, but here, where I can climb and lurch and duck and hide, I know my small frame will move with more ease than his will.
My pulse is a quick tempo beating in my ears, my heart like a wild creature battering against the bony cage where it's trapped.
I'm aware of every sound in the trees around me, even as my movements—the swish of leafy branches as I push through them and the thump of my feet on the earth—threaten to drown out any advance warning of Seven's approach.
The last drops of daylight trickle out of the night sky and I have to feel my way over a fallen pine, blinking in an attempt to force my vision to adjust.
Heart in my throat, I fight to quiet my breathing and movements, slipping into the narrow gap between two pines. I need to switch from speed to cunning if I'm going to make this chase last.
Against my instincts, I shut my eyes to focus on what I can hear instead of what I can see.
There.
The quick thudding of Seven's running steps kicks my heart into overdrive. I press my lips tight to conceal the shrill sound of anticipation trying to rise from my throat as I dart in the opposite direction.
The breeze rushes over my skin, raising the small hairs along my arms as I duck to avoid a branch and sling myself around the smooth white trunk of a birch tree. But I lose my footing and fall at the raw, animal sound of a wolf's howl no more than fifty feet away from me.
No. Not a wolf.
Seven howls again, announcing his dominance over the forest, claiming his prey.
My breath stutters from my lips, and my core squeezes with delicious heat.
Oh fuck.
I use the nearest tree to claw back to my feet and race as fast as I can straight ahead, all thoughts of strategy thrown from my adrenaline-choked brain.
My throat burns as I push myself to the limits of what my lungs and body can handle, determined not to make this easy for him.
I may be willing prey, but I am not docile.
Before I recognize the path I'm taking, I'm already to the edge of the clearing, thrust from the long-limbed pines and into the open. Shit.
I spin, trying to orient myself in the cloud-covered moonlight, but all I see are the hives and the honey shed and the trees flanking the meadow that look like bars closing in around me.
Fuck.
And then I see him. A shape growing bigger, closer. Its shadow darker than the shade of the forest. Seven doesn't slow even a fraction as he bursts through the tree line and into the clearing.
I pivot and run, my ears ringing insistently as a scream rips from my chest.
I'm almost back into the embrace of the trees when violent hands grip me around my middle, yanking me to the ground.
We roll in a tangle of strong limbs as I fight to get free from his grip, my belly flipping with both dread and desire when his length presses against my spine.
"Caught you, Ro," he snarls into the back of my neck, wrestling me into submission, flipping my body to pin me onto my back.
“Took you long enough,” I snarl.
He chuckles, dragging his nose along the column of my throat like the scent of me in this moment sustains him more than oxygen ever could. He nips at my pulse point, and when I think he’s distracted enough, I make my move.
"Ooof," he grunts as my heel connects with his stomach, and he's pushed off-balance only long enough for me to flip onto my front and try to haul myself up.
Then he's on me again. My shirt is torn from my body, and there's a fist in my hair and a shuddering groan at my ear. "Fuck, I love it when you fight dirty."
I writhe against him, throwing an elbow into his ribs that makes him grunt and then laugh.
It's a dark chuckle that goes all the way to my greedy pussy, making it throb beneath my shorts and swimsuit.
"You can squirm all you like, Ro."
I hear the smile in his voice as he uses his weight to keep me pinned down.
"Nothing is stopping me from fucking you."
I dig my fingers into the dirt, trying to get a strong enough handhold to buck him off. I grunt with the effort of it, and Seven only rolls his cock against my ass, pressing a forearm to the center of my back to push me into the earth.
“Feel that?” he says through his teeth, grinding his erection against my ass. “That's what hunting you does to me, Ro. Gets me so fucking hard I can barely think straight.”
I know it's fucked up, but as Seven leans the weight of his body into me and uses his free hand to wrench down my shorts and swim bottoms, I've never been more turned on.
And I don't want to dwell on what that means for the state of my mind.
Right now, I'd rather let myself be consumed by Seven's magnificent darkness.
When the silky length of him brushes against my bare ass, I convulse against the ground with need.
"Shh, shh, shh." His voice is strained and gruff. "Hold still, Ro."
Seven's knees force my legs apart for him and I reach for something to hold on to and find nothing but long grass.
He wastes no time. As soon as I'm open to him, his knees keeping me splayed, his wide tip finds my entrance.
And I realize what he's about to do, and even though I'm dripping wet, I don't know if I can take him in one.
"Wait," I croak, but it's too late.
I let out a scream that's half feral as he slams into me all the way to his hilt. The intrusion knocks the air from my lungs, and I sputter into the grass, aching from the pressure of him so deep inside me that it's hard to breathe.
But fuck, it's so good. The pain, the pleasure, the animal way he growls as he adjusts to the feel of me, as if he's inflicted the same pain on himself by burying his cock in my pussy so quickly.
I gasp for air as Seven's left hand curls around my hip, grounding himself as he flexes his hips to get impossibly deeper, making me whimper into the dirt. I claw at the earth, and my eyes prick with pitiful need.
I push my hips into him, needing him to move more than I need my next breath.
He takes the unspoken cue, his grip on my hip turning bruising as he hisses in a breath and eases out, just to roll his hips back in. His thick cock glides into me, and I take every inch of it as my walls squeeze around him.
"Ugh, god, Ro," he grits out, picking up his pace until his thighs slap against my ass, the sound like an exclamation point at the end of every delicious, brutal thrust. "That's it, baby, scream for me."
I didn't even realize I was screaming, but at his demand, I let the primal sounds come without dampening them as he pounds into me and my hips smash hard into the ground.
He releases the hold of his forearm across my back to grip my opposite hip, using both hands to haul me up so my ass is lifted, giving him a mercilessly deeper angle as he ravages my pussy with his cock.
Seven doesn't hold back. He doesn't ease off when I whimper. He trusts me to tell him if I need him to stop—to use my safe word. And something about the fact that even though he is in control, I am the one with all the power makes this so much better.
As my whimpers turn to broken moans and my legs begin to shake, Seven lets out a shuddering groan. "Fuck!"
Then he's snaking a hand beneath me, strong fingers slipping through my hip crease to find my dripping pussy.
His thighs, flexed hard as marble, beat against the backs of mine with every thrust, rocking us forward.
Making me have to dig the heels of my palms into the earth to keep us steady as he takes what he needs from my body.
But Seven doesn't ever only take. He gives in equal measure. When he starts to circle his fingers against my clit, I know I'm going to come for him so hard it might ruin me.
"Seven," I moan, "I'm going to…"
"Fuck, I know. I know, baby."
He grunts, and I hear the strain in the sound as he fights against his own release, his fingers on my clit frantic as they beg me to orgasm. His next groan comes out choked, and he drops his head against my back, muttering curses against my flesh.
"Harder," I beg, and Seven uses his grip on my waist to piston me against him with every thrust. Each time he bottoms out inside me, there's a beautiful ache that reverberates through my whole body, and if he keeps going just…like…that…
I come so hard on his cock that my vision blurs and my heart stutters from the force of it. It ravages through me like an electrical current, making everything go deliciously, achingly taut.
“That’s it. Give it to me,” he growls, not slowing down, but fucking me through my orgasm until tears scatter from my eyes. “One more,” he demands. “I want one more.”
“I can’t—”
“You can.”
He rubs my clit in fast, tight circles. “You will. Because I’m not coming until you do it again and I am very close, Ro.”
His admission sparks something in my core and I gasp.
“That’s it, baby. That’s my—ugh. Fuck.”
Seven's broken cry of pleasure undoes me and I scream as I clench around his cock and see stars.
“Good…girl—” Seven buries himself in to the hilt and lets go, spilling inside me with a guttural sound that echoes all around us.
He falls against my back, and his body heaves with every strong inhale as he catches his breath. Twitching at every flutter of my pussy as the aftershocks of my orgasms pulse through me.
When I can see straight and Seven's breathing has slowed, he turns his face to press a warm kiss to my back and slips himself from my still pulsing pussy.
I crawl on unsteady legs, turning to face him, and sit awkwardly sideways to avoid letting my bruised ass and sore pussy touch the ground. He watches my throat bob through hooded eyes, scanning my face and body where I know I am streaked with dirt and grass.
"That was…" I start, but can't find the right word to explain what that was to me.