24. A Predators Patience
A Predator's Patience
Havoc
O nyx was fast, but not fast enough.
I had been watching her, tracking her every move with a predator's patience.
It had all been so fucking delicious.
The thrill of the hunt.
The taste of her fear on the night air.
It all only made me more determined to close the distance between us.
When I finally caught up to her, she didn’t stand a chance.
Inhaling her orange spicy fragrance, I growled low in my throat, savoring the dark satisfaction that welled up inside me.
“H-havoc,” she panted in my hold. “You need to—”
“Fuck you?”
“No—”
“Yes—”
“Damn it.” She struggled against me. My grip was firm and unyielding.
There would be no more space between us.
“Havoc, I saw boot prints—”
“I saw them too.” I pulled her harder against me.
“Don’t you think that’s more important than—?”
“Your pussy?” A dark chuckle left me. “No, Onyx. Your pussy is more important than escaping this island. More important than any person that is here. More important than the oxygen entering my lungs—”
“Stop being a pervert and work with me to escape—”
“That’s the part you’re not getting.” I formed my mouth into a cruel smile. “Now that I have you on this island with me. . .why would I want to escape?”
Her whole body went still. “What?”
“You heard me.”
“Havoc, that’s insane. Clearly, you want to get free—”
“I don’t. You met me with a big bounty on my head and a long line of assassins. Why would I want to go back to that sick, twisted world of death, when I could live with you here?”
She trembled. “You’re insane!”
“Shh.” I moved my hand and covered her mouth. “My sanity is not yours to question, Onyx.”
Mumbling behind my hand, she tried to pull away once more but I only tightened my grip on her, making sure she knew she was stuck with me.
“No more talking, wildcat.” I leaned in closer until we were cheek to cheek.
She was a fiery furnace against my cool skin, her breaths erratic and sharp.
“But you want to talk about those boot prints. Well, wildcat, I’ll tell you what I thought.”
She went still.
“I think we are not alone on this island. There is at least another man here, and. . .because I will not share you. . .I will kill him.” I looked at her cheek and licked it, tasting sweat and heat. “Yummy.”
Terror radiated off her shivering body, and I swore it just further fed my dark hunger.
“And now for my promise.” Slowly, I dragged her down to the ground.
She struggled.
Of course.
Onyx was never one to submit easily. Her legs kicked out, and her body twisted and thrashed in a desperate attempt to break free.
But I was learning her moves now.
Every move she made, I now anticipated, dodging her frantic blows with the ease of someone who had been hunting her for far too long.
She was strong, but I was stronger.
And her efforts only amused me.
As I pushed her down onto all fours, she sank her teeth into my hand.
The sharp pain only enhanced my desire, hardening my cock like granite.
She was truly a wildcat, and that made the chase all the more exhilarating.
Not caring about her sharp teeth embedded in my palm, I pressed my hand harder against her mouth, muffling any other protest she might make and leaning in close, my lips brushing against the soft shell of her ear. “I can’t wait to be inside you.”
She took those teeth out of my palm and stilled her body against me.
I whispered in her ear and pressed my hard cock against her ass. “You didn’t really think you could get away from me, did you?”
I felt the subtle shift in her body, telling me that her surrender was inevitable.
Next, her arousal filled the air.
Fuck!
It was a lush potent mix of sweat, sex, and orange spice permeating the air.
The fevered scent of it tickled the back of my throat, igniting my primal instincts more fiercely than ever before.
It was in that moment that she ceased her struggling.
I smirked against her skin. “That’s right, wildcat. Just let go.”
Her breath hitched at my words, as if she had been waiting for this moment just as long as I had.
Despite her initial reactions, deep down she wanted this too, I could smell it all over her.
And with each passing second in our savage embrace on the ground, I could feel the fight further leaving Onyx’s body, her resistance melting, and her frame slowly adjusting to mine as if we were two parts of the same whole.
It was intoxicating, the way she slowly gave in, surrendering to the erotic darkness that we both knew had always been there, lurking just beneath the surface.
Groaning, I loosened my hold on her.
Onyx’s breaths came in shallow, trembling gasps, and she arched her back against me as if bracing herself for what would come next.
Mmmm.
I moved my hand from her mouth and trailed my fingers down her neck, feeling the pulse that throbbed beneath her skin.
Her voice came out in a low shiver. “When did you get out of the ropes?”
“I was almost out of the ropes before I told you to run.”
“Bloody hell.”
I grazed the sensitive hollow of her throat and Onyx moaned softly.
I licked my lips. “My sweet wildcat.”
She trembled under my touch. “If you were already. . .close to escaping the rope before I left. . .then why didn’t you just grab me much earlier?”
I deepened my smirk. “Because the hunt is just as important as the sex. Don’t you agree?”
She didn’t answer, but she didn’t need to. There was a subtle shift of her hips against mine as she pressed herself closer to me.
The air around us crackled with desire.
Slowly, I traced the outline of her form, my fingers mapping the soft curves and delicate planes that were uniquely hers, savoring the way her skin quivered under my touch.
“God you’re beautiful.”
Every inch of her felt like a discovery, a treasure that I was finally allowed to explore.
The way her breath hitched and her body responded to even the lightest brush of my fingers was intoxicating—a silent invitation to delve deeper.
To push her closer to the edge.
I leaned over her, my chest pressed against her back, my hands moving from her hips to slide up her curvy frame.
Her body twisted beneath mine, and it was a tantalizing dance of resistance and surrender as if she couldn’t decide whether to escape or melt into me completely.
I growled, violently shoved her bra up, and slipped both of my hands over the swell of her breasts. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to touch these?”
She moaned.
I brushed my fingers over those hardening, sensitive nipples. “Yes. You’re so perfect.”
I pinched one of the nipples. “I would have chased you all night, all day, until my feet gave out, until my bones ached.”
She shivered at my words.
Leaving her soft breasts, I continued my exploration, my hand sliding lower and tracing the curve of her waist and the dip of her hips.
Her skin was so soft, smooth, and warm.
I let my fingers linger, pressing into the tender flesh just above her pelvis and eliciting a gasp that was half surprise.
Half plea.
And her reaction was everything I had hoped for, and more. The way she twisted, seeking out my touch, only to shy away when I gave it.
Push and pull.
Domination and submission.
Growling again deep in her ear, I shoved her panties to the side to expose her wet pussy to the night air.
Soon, she whispered and rubbed her ass against my cock. “Please, Havoc”
It took everything in me to hold in my chuckle. “Aww. What does my little wildcat want this moonlit evening?”
“Fuck me.”
“What was that?”
“Damn it, Havoc.”
“I truly did not hear you,” I teased, letting my fingers hover just above the place where I knew she wanted them most, drawing out the moment until the tension between us was nearly unbearable. “You want me to fuck that tight, wet pussy. Don’t you?”
Her breath came in ragged gasps. “Y-yes.”
“What did you say?”
“Yes, Havoc. Please.”
I should have yanked out my cock right there, but I held back, savoring the power I had over her, the way she was at my mercy.
I growled, “Say please again, wildcat.”
“P-Please.”
I loved the delicious torment in her voice.
Hmmm. Should I torture her some more?