Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Brakkor
I’m not sure how I made it through the rest of the evening. When Jocelyn carried out the burgers for the grill, it was like my Kteer snapped to attention like a hunting hound. If my cock and Kteer were a compass, then she was True North.
Honestly, I think I ate and drank in complete silence, just staring at her like a creep. Milo even asked about it, when Jocelyn began to get uncomfortable, and Korrad—bless him—distracted everyone with a story of Jay’s childhood.
When it was time to say goodbye, Jocelyn clung to her friend for a long time. “Thank you for a lovely evening.”
Kesha smiled as she stepped back. “We’re all planning on being at your big meeting on Friday. We’re excited to see your plan to convince the town council.”
I’m not even sure if Jocelyn answered.
She climbed into my truck without speaking, using the step I’d installed for her, and her knuckles were white on the door handle. I noticed—of course I noticed. She was feeling awkward, and part of me suspected I was the cause, while the rest didn’t give a fuck.
I was too shaken.
Mates were real, and I’d found mine?
This far east, during the summer, the sun set late, and as I pulled out of my brother’s driveway, it was just sinking over the scrub oak and pines in the west. Still plenty of light left, but it was that golden kind of light that made everything feel slightly…I dunno, magical?
“This is a really nice community,” Jocelyn was chattering on, as if to hide how nervous she was.
“Your brother said your old boss built it? He bought a big piece of property and laid the infrastructure, then sold y’all individual lots.
It seems cool, like a way to be surrounded by nature, but still be connected to the town. ”
What was she saying? I could hear her fucking heartbeat, smell her nervousness, but my brain couldn’t seem to process her words. I gripped the steering wheel and stared straight ahead as we passed the last of the houses built for the orcs who’d moved from Colorado with me.
Since she was waiting for an answer, though, I tried a grunt.
Maybe it was enough, because she continued. “The woods are really pretty in this light. But they’re so isolated. I feel like I’m a million miles from anything. If I got lost out there, I don’t think anyone would hear me if I screamed.”
“I would hear you,” I blurted, easing off the gas, slowing. “I could find you.”
“Oh yeah.” Her laugh was a little awkward. “The whole hunt and catch thing.”
“Fuck.” My voice was a merest rasp, and I couldn’t look at her.
I felt her inhale. “What if I told you I wanted you to fuck me, Brakkor?”
Oh, gods below. “W-what have we been doing then?”
“I want to have sex with you, Brakkor. I want your cock in me.”
My foot slammed on the brake pedal as I yanked the steering wheel. The truck skidded to a halt on the gravel shoulder as I popped my seatbelt and twisted to pin Jocelyn with a stare as my Kteer howled in joy.
“You have to be sure, Kitten. Certain you want that.”
The sweet smell of her arousal was perfuming the air of my truck, and I could see the pulse fluttering at the base of her throat. Her honey-warm eyes were wide, but I could read her excitement.
“I’m sure,” she whispered, and my Kteer rumbled in my chest urging me to reach for her.
“You want to come on my cock, Kitten?”
“Hunt me.” Her little tongue darted over her lower lip. “Catch me. That’s what you told me fucking was all about, right?”
But she was my Mate.
Still, I wasn’t going to deny either of us this. Holding her gaze, I turned the engine off. In the silence of the summer sunset, I heard her heart pounding in time with mine, heard the distant hoot of an owl, heard the ping of the engine cooling down.
My nostrils flared, my cock already rock hard.
She wanted me to hunt her? “Then run, Kitten.”
Jocelyn
My pulse pounded in my ears, and my pussy was already slick as I stumbled out of the truck, ridiculously grateful that Brakkor had added the step for me. When I realized last week he’d done it, I thought it was a silly addition, since I wouldn’t be on Eastshore long.
Tonight, though? Tonight my mind and heart were torn in two. I desperately wanted to stay here—with him—forever, but I was terrified that once he got what he needed, he would reject me.
Maybe it was that uncertainty that made tonight feel wild and daring. He was going to hunt me?
Brakkor was going to hunt me!
I was wearing my cute little sundress again, along with a pair of sandals that crunched the pine needles beneath my feet as I lurched toward a break in the underbrush. There was enough light left to see that this was either a hiking trail or a wildlife trail, and I would make good use of it.
Behind me, I heard the slam of the truck door, and I curled my fingers around the hem of my dress and began to jog along the trail. There were tall pines surrounding me, interspersed with scrub oaks and wild azalea bushes. Without moving into the thick underbrush, I would be easy to find.
There! A fork in the path—I took the left one, and then, when the path split again, I took the left one again.
I’d grown up camping and hiking with my parents, and I knew it was stupid to go into the woods at night without any sort of survival gear. But I also had complete confidence that Brakkor could find me.
Catch me.
Fuck me.
In the distance, I heard him roar my name, and my pulse jumped again. When I took off at a determined run, I could feel my desire soaking my panties. And despite telling myself that this was just an experiment, just a way to see how he responded, I felt with a deep certainty that this was right.
The shadows were long as I ducked beneath a branch of a large oak and stumbled into a small clearing. Somewhere in the distance, the roar of the surf was a soothing rumble. I staggered in a circle, my breaths coming too quickly, looking for a path away from this opening.
But then came the sounds of Brakkor pounding along the trail I’d just taken, sticks cracking beneath his heavy feet. He was almost here. He’d almost caught me.
Glancing frantically about, I backed toward the trunk of the large oak, thinking maybe he would pass by me in the twilight.
Should have known better.
Brakkor crashed into the clearing and skidded to a stop, his glowing green gaze finding mine unerringly. I forgot how to breathe, clutching my dress as he stalked closer.
My shoulder blades dug into the bark behind me, and Brakkor leaned closer…one of his large palms slammed into the trunk of the tree, and I was trapped by his thick forearm.
“I hunted you, Kitten.” His breath was warm, his breathing heavy. “I would know your scent anywhere.”
I thought it was impossible to get any wetter, but something about his gravelly growl had my nipples pebbling beneath my bra, and I found myself swaying toward him.
No! Don’t make this easy for him.
So I grinned. “You haven’t caught me yet, though!” And with that, I ducked under his arm, lurching to the side, across the clearing.
Of course I hadn’t expected to get far, and he didn’t disappoint. I yelped when Brakkor’s big callused hand closed around my wrist, pulling me back to slam against his chest, but it was half in laughter…
My laughter died completely when he reached down and yanked my sundress over my head, leaving me standing there in my bra and soaked panties.
He lowered his head, his tusks gleaming in the twilight. “And now I’m going to fuck you, Kitten.”
Finally.
“Yes, please,” I breathed, almost giddy in anticipation.
“Turn around.”
He didn’t give me time to comply with his command, but lifted me to face the oak tree. He took my wrists and planted my palms against the rough bark.
“Don’t move.”
I shivered when his hot breath caressed the nape of my neck, and then his fingers—his claws—were dragging gently down my spine. I tried to peer over my shoulder.
“Brak—”
It was all I was able to get out before I felt him use those claws on my underwear, slicing through both sides. I tried to squeeze my thighs together to catch it, but the material fluttered to the ground as he nudged my legs apart and stepped between them.
With a moan, I rocked my ass back against him, feeling his hard length through his jeans.
“You remember, Joss?” he growled, callused palms skimming up my sides. “You remember what happens when I fuck you?”
Oh God, did I. I’d spent weeks dreaming about the instant orgasms his cock had given me. I moaned in response, my eyes fluttering closed and my head falling back as his hands reached my boobs.
He didn’t remove my bra, but merely reached down into it and hefted my breasts out, fingers immediately going to my nipples to roll them. Half-gone to desire, I writhed against him, trying desperately to hold myself upright.
“You’re going to come on my cock like a good girl, right?”
“Please, Brakkor,” I begged. “Give me your cock. I’ll be such a good girl.”
His dark chuckle was my only response. Releasing one of my breasts, he reached between us. I heard his jeans unzip…
Then the head of his ridged cock was brushing against my weeping entrance.
I didn’t want to wait, didn’t want to be teased.
While he might’ve taken his time pushing into me, like he did that night in the hotel, I had other plans.
With a deep breath, I rocked backward, sheathing his cock inside my desperately aching pussy…and my orgasm slammed into me. I threw my head back, my mouth opening for a scream, and only just managed to rein in the impulse, remembering I was in the middle of the woods.
“That’s it,” Brakkor was murmuring behind me. “That’s my Kitten, fucking herself on my cock. I want to hear you yell, Joss. No one else is out here, no one will hear you.”
I trusted him, but by this point, the initial explosion of pleasure had passed, and my pussy was still spasming around his cock, each pulse sending shivers through me, each less intense than the last.
Well, that wasn’t good enough. I wanted to come again, and I wanted him to join me.