Chapter 22
Georgia
The exhilaration of the chase.
My breathing remained shallow, ragged and hot, with my feet aching and light cuts on my arms from snapping branches. With the light from the house all but faded given the distance, the location held a surreal, primal feel.
As if something very dangerous was about to occur.
I shook my head, my long, wet hair clinging to my face and neck, the dress I was wearing likely ruined.
But I just didn’t care. There was an utter thrill about the moment, my senses on overload.
Had the chase been risky? Hell, yes, but that was why the excitement was so high, the rush of adrenaline so strong.
The best part had been the dance we’d played, predator chasing prey. With his heavy breathing, I could tell I’d achieved my goal of enticing his wolf.
While I might not understand the full extent of what I’d done, I sensed his hunger was different. There was a quiet possessiveness about him, a scent more distinct than before.
Ford stood in front of me, drenched once again from the rain, his shoulders heaving.
But not from exertion. From desire.
A burning need that consumed all rational thought. I’d felt it in the restaurant. We both had. The pull had been crazed and obnoxious, but controllable.
Not any longer.
I’d looked back only once, preferring to entertain the mystery of the game I’d insisted on. Every shadow between the pines had felt alive, pulsing with the sound of his footsteps as he’d closed in.
Even now, my heart was a frantic drum, caught between wanting to continue the chase and finally freeing us both to indulge in our passion.
He took a step closer. Then another.
His movement was slow and steady, his eyes sweeping over me in the same possessive way as before. There was some sense of danger all around us, more human than animal, but it only added to the sexual tension.
I also knew I was safe with him. And I’d never wanted anyone as much as I wanted the man lingering in the shadows.
When he was only a couple of feet away, he ripped off his shirt. He stood his ground as I’d done earlier, waiting to see what I would do.
All was fair in the game of taunting a beast. Right?
As I crunched the hem of my dress in my fingers, his expression changed.
I could swear he was more beast than man.
The rain was picking up in intensity, making it difficult to see, but I didn’t need my vision to know what I wanted or what he craved.
While trembling mostly from anticipation, I slid the material over my shoulders, tossing it away. Now, wearing only my thong and tennis shoes, I was shocked how amazing I felt by just standing in the rain.
Everything about the moment boosted the wild electricity, my mind a complete blur. Why were my desires so uncontrollable? Why could I easily lose all sense of myself right here with him?
The draw was a live wire, the electricity crackling between us.
He closed the distance, his shoulders still heaving.
The moment he touched me, his hands became a shock of warmth against my rain-slickened skin.
A single moan escaped, drowning out the ragged sound of his breath, but it still managed to echo in my ears much like the low growls pushing past his lips.
He rolled his fingers along my arm, using a single finger to trace the pulse in my neck before his hand cupped my cheek. The water from his skin mingled with the rain on mine, the moment a tender oasis in the downpour.
But I sensed his need couldn’t be held back for long.
He pulled me against the scalding heat of his body, peering down at me while his jaw clenched. “You should know better than to run away from me.”
I pressed my hand to his chest, caressing while he forced my head back at a distinct angle. “Maybe I wanted to see what you’d do.”
“Tempting a beast is dangerous.”
“And everything that I want.”
“You do know what this means, right?” His face and lips were dangerously close to mine, so much so I could already taste him.
“I can’t lie and say I fully understand, but I do know the way I feel isn’t normal. I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t breathe when you’re near to me. When you’re not, all I can think about is how much I want you to be. What does that mean?”
While his grip on my face became even more possessive, he stroked my cheek with the other. “That we’re destined to be together. Is this what your dreams were about?”
As I licked rain from my lips, my only ability to react was a single nod.
“Then so be it.” His lips hovered over mine for a few seconds, but when he captured my mouth, the taste of him exploded much like the heat roaring through my system. We were no longer two people encompassed in the throes of passion, but so much more.
He held our lips together, gently pushing my mouth open.
But in the seconds that followed when the intensity of the moment could no longer be denied, I thrust my tongue inside.
There was way of holding back any longer, no contingency that would save us from the near desperate need we were both experiencing.
With a wild abandon that could only be described as two beasts in heat, I ripped at his belt, desperate to free his cock. His kiss was more powerful than before, his control becoming unlimited. His sounds were so guttural, the sound clinging to me much like the scent that lingered on my skin.
I craved every inch of him, more desperate to feel the heat of his body than ever before.
While he dominated my mouth and tongue, I managed to unfasten his jeans, ripping them apart and reaching inside until I was able to wrap my fingers around his cock.
His shaft pulsed in my hand, explosively hot, much like every other inch of him.
The rain continued to fall, yet nothing could cool us down, no amount of water capable of squelching the raging passion shared between us.
When he broke the kiss, we were both panting, his laughter floating over us, mixing with the sounds of the forest. I was wild with need, gasping for air as he bent back my head, dragging his tongue down the length of my neck.
I pumped his cock, squeezing while he growled in both excitement and frustrated need.
My laugh surprised him and he responded by biting my neck, the move nothing more than a statement that I belonged to him.
The flurry as he ripped down his jeans, yanking one arm over my head then the other was met with wild noises erupting between us. The insanity was everything I’d craved, so much so I couldn’t breathe any longer.
As he pinned my wrists together, holding them with one strong hand, I wrapped my legs around his hips. There was no holding back, only a cry of defiance as he impaled me with his entire cock.
His howl was meant as a statement to all paying attention. He’d just laid claim to his mate. The franticness in both of us continued, so much so I tossed my head back and forth, struggling in his hold even when there was no way I wanted to escape him right now.
If ever.
There were other sounds in the forest, as if the creatures in the wild knew exactly what was happening. They were watching. They were cheering.
And perhaps they were very much afraid.
Although I knew the man was one big teddy bear. With the bark rubbing against my back and his actions becoming even wilder, I was lost in the craziness. Every sound I made rivaled his, every breath I took scattered and unrecognizable.
I couldn’t take it any longer, pulling my arms until he finally let them go.
He fucked me long and hard, ignoring all rules of sanity while I raked my nails over his shoulders and down his back. Every stroke was harder than the one before, every breath he took as labored as mine.
And in those amazing moments of feeling completely one with nature and with the two of us, I gathered a sense of myself that I’d never had before.
As if a part of me had been missing and he’d allowed me a different type of freedom.
Devoid of human conditions and fears, an awakening that would last long after our passion had ebbed.
His cock filled me completely, filling me to the point where the sensations became white-hot.
My body’s reaction was so intense I cinched my eyes shut. An orgasm swept through me, my mind no longer processing anything but the absolute rapture.
As the climax rolled through me, I no longer simply felt the driving pulse of the rain touching every inch of skin. I also sensed a powerful release, a wild soaking pleasure that matched the storm’s violent song.
We were becoming one with nature as well as with ourselves.
He captured my cry with his mouth, holding the unbridled moan in his throat until a number of sensations rolled through me.
Not just as if electrified but prepared to tear me apart. His cock began to swell more than before, filling me to the point I struggled to breathe all over again, even pushing him away, breaking the kiss so I could gather more air into my lungs.
I felt completely filled, safe in his arms as his dick throbbed while expanding. It was suddenly as if my vision had changed or maybe I was seeing things, but his eyes were shimmering, a bold and glossy shade of emerald that seemed fully alive.
I was mesmerized as a surge of possessive heat radiated from him.
He pressed his hand against the tree over my head, pushing himself back even further.
He wanted to watch my reaction as his instinct took over, his wolf close to the surface.
I could feel the beast, could almost taste his need while Ford’s cock continued to swell.
In that moment, we were locked in, an unbreakable bond occurring that couldn’t be explained or rationalized.
Panting, I licked my lips, half laughing as moans continued to slip out. I was wild and free just like he was, incapable of accepting or explaining the moment we were sharing.
Except that for this moment in our lives, we were as one.