Chapter 16 #4
My head falls back against his shoulder as he starts to fuck me hard and fast, the motion shifting the anal plug inside me and amplifying the ache deep in my core.
I’m so wet, it’s all I can hear, and I can’t be bothered to care. I bite my lip, muscles tightening as the tension inside me builds to the point of agony. Everything else slips out of focus as my lungs cease to function, and I spiral into oblivion.
Eros lets out a low growl, wringing every last spasm from my body until I’m completely boneless.
“Look at the mess you’ve made.” Dark satisfaction bleeds through his voice. “Trying to mark me as yours, Praeda?”
I reach down, my cheeks flaming as I feel the wet spot on his pants.
I didn’t even know I could come that hard.
Before I can draw any conclusions about that, he grips my face with his wet fingers and tilts my head back, capturing my mouth.
It’s a bruising, hungry kiss, and I give way, parting my lips to let him inside.
A moment passes before it occurs to me he tipped his mask up so he could kiss me.
As my eyes drift to his shadowed jawline, I can’t stop myself from trying to sneak a glimpse of him. The paint still covers his neck, but not his face, and this is the first time he’s really taken a risk like this. The tunnel is dark, but at the right angle, I might be able to identify something.
Except that doesn’t happen, because all too soon, a distant light comes into view.
Eros pulls away reluctantly and slides his mask back into place.
When I remember that I'm still bare and on display as he holds my legs up, I try to wriggle out of his grasp.
He smacks me on the ass.
“What was that for?” I squeak.
“Because I felt like it.”
He secures my leotard, then lowers my legs until they're settled between his. It’s intimate and far too comfortable, and part of me wishes the ride would never end so we could stay just like this. But a few seconds later, the cart rolls to a stop outside the tunnel.
“I’ll give you a head start.” His words brush against my ear. “You have thirty seconds. Better make them count.”
My heart pounds as I force myself upright and watch him settle back onto the seat, casually waiting to come hunt me down.
I step out of the cart and glance around to get my bearings. I have no idea where I’m at now, other than that it’s a wooded area. There’s really only one direction to go, since I can see the property line with the large iron fence that surrounds it.
I move in the opposite direction, weaving through the woodland and using moonlight and the faint glow of lanterns to guide me.
Among the trees, I notice some of them have different types of restraints secured around the trunks and branches.
Soon enough, I stumble upon a demonstration of them in use. There’s a woman bound to one of the trunks, her arms restrained behind her as a man fucks her mouth. Something about the scene makes me stop to watch, at least until I hear that familiar voice behind me.
Those thirty seconds went entirely too fast.
“You like that, Praeda?” His fingers comb through my hair, gripping it roughly, and I nod in his grasp.
As I catch sight of him in my periphery, I can see that he’s changed his mask again. And this time, it feels like my heart drops into my stomach at the sight of it.
“Il Lupo.” My fingers reach up to trace the elaborate half-mask.
I wait for him to acknowledge it, but he doesn’t.
“Why the wolf?” I ask, pulse thrashing.
“All the better to hunt you.” His lips graze my temple. “And eat you.”
I exhale a shaky breath, repeating the lie I keep telling myself. I don’t want to know who he is. That was the entire point.
I relax into him, letting him think he has me as we stand there and watch. But once his grip on me loosens, I yank free and bolt through the trees.
He stalks after me, boots crunching through the leaves like the soundtrack from a horror movie.
He doesn’t have to run. His strides cover at least twice as much ground as mine. Even so, I think I may stand a chance of finding somewhere to hide. That is, until I trip over a fallen branch and splat onto the ground.
It doesn’t hurt, but my pride is wounded as I glance over my shoulder and see him closing in on me.
I try to crawl away, but he grabs me by the ankle and yanks me back, pinning me to the ground as he mounts me.
“What’s it going to be, Praeda?” He grips my thighs and plies them apart. “Fawn or fight?”
In response, I slowly lift my gaze to his, softening beneath him in silent offering.
He leans over me, the solid press of his body flooding mine with warmth.
“Look how pretty you are.” He wraps his hand around the front of my throat, nipping at my ear.
He buries his face against me, breathing me in as his lips tease my neck. A barely restrained hunger hums low in his chest, sending goosebumps scattering over me.
I close my eyes, losing myself in the slow, drugging kisses he trails over my fragile skin. My body melts in surrender, completely unguarded as he lulls me into a familiar sense of safety.
Then, just like a wolf, he strikes when I least expect it, biting down on my neck and branding me with his teeth.
The sharp sting draws a gasp from my lungs, fading to warmth as he soothes the burn with another tender kiss.
The contrast disorients me, and I don’t know what to expect from one moment to the next as he sucks and bites a path all the way down to my shoulder.
He leaves his imprint everywhere he touches, the reverent glide of his hands at odds with the scrape of his teeth.
It’s an intoxicating kind of sensory overload—being massaged and devoured at the same time.
His palm skims over the curve of my hip and down to my bare thigh before he pushes up the fabric of my skirt and unsnaps my leotard. Cool air coasts over me, and anticipation builds as he lets me linger in the uncertainty of what he’ll do next.
He slaps my thigh, ejecting another startled sound from my mouth as my legs widen instinctively—as if it were a command. The next blow strikes my still-tender ass, and this time, I shriek even louder.
Those sounds seem to feed the darkness in him, as each smack comes harder than the last.
He works over both of my thighs, landing blow after blow as blood rushes to the surface. I close my eyes as the world around me blurs at the edges, and my mind goes quiet.
It’s a blissful, weightless feeling like I’m floating adrift in the ocean, untethering every trace of tension that lives inside me.
In this space, only contentment exists.
When he slaps me between the thighs, it triggers a rolling cascade of pleasure that ripples through my entire body. He does it again and again, ratcheting up the pressure until I’m squirming beneath him, crying out for another release.
He leaves me wanting as he loosens his belt and unzips his pants, shifting slightly to drag down his briefs.
There’s something insanely hot about him fucking me right here in the dirt—feeding his craving to use me as he pleases. He does exactly that when he grips two handfuls of my ass cheeks, spreading me apart as he buries himself inside me with one hard thrust.
A strangled cry wrenches from my lungs, and the growl that echoes from his modulator floods my body with heat.
“Scream all you want.” A feral rasp edges his voice. “You know it only makes me harder.”
Those words summon my baser desire to let him claim me in the most primitive way. Trusting someone so brutal with my safety is an addictive rush, and it allows me to relax into the roles that are clear and defined. He takes, and I yield.
He fucks me hard, pounding me into the ground as the sounds that rip from my throat escalate at a frantic pace.
When he grabs the anal plug and twists it inside of me, the intensity sends me careening toward the edge.
I’m on the verge of coming, and I think I start to beg him, but it’s too incoherent to even understand.
Before I can get there, he slows to a torturous pace, his fingers biting into the flesh of my hip and squeezing possessively.
“Look how well you take me, baby.”
His rough admiration bathes me in warmth, and we linger in that moment as he slides in and out of me at a leisurely pace, like he could do this all night. My entire body aches for relief, and he’s drawing it out to the point of agony.
I’m not sure I’ll survive the orgasm when he finally gives it to me.
He twists the plug inside of me again, and my spine bows, only for him to press me back down.
“You can take it, Praeda. Now hold still, and let me play with you.”
I let out a whimper as he slowly withdraws the plug, only to slide it back in, casually fucking me with it while he praises me.
I feel his gaze cataloguing every reaction, never missing a cue. This is a warm up—a test to see how much I like it, and given the way my body responds, it’s safe to say I approve.
He settles the plug back inside me and leaves it there, leaning down to give me a long, reverent kiss. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, and he drinks me in, conveying so much more than desire. Every tender moment with him feels like a reward.
When he breaks away, I feel raw and exposed, and I’m grateful he doesn’t draw attention to that vulnerability, even though he sees it.
We return to our respective roles as he grabs both of my wrists and pulls them behind me, dragging my body backward until I’m forced up onto my knees. His grip is the only thing holding me upright, and I have no choice to trust that he won’t drop me.
He nudges his cock against my entrance, lining us up, and then he slams back into me. I cry out, my body absorbing the full impact of his as he controls every aspect of this position.
He fucks me deep and hard, hurling me toward oblivion so fast, I can almost taste it.
But again, he denies me.