Chapter 26
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Dallas
My heart thumped wildly. I could feel my blood pulsing in my cock.
The waiting was the hardest part.
It had been a long time since I had hunted someone like this.
Having a primal kink meant a lot of different things to me.
It wasn't just about hunting her down. It was about catching her and making her submit.
It was about possessing her and making her come over and over again.
I wanted to hear her scream, I wanted to feel her fight against me.
I knew that June would do all of those things.
I sucked in a deep breath, exhaling as I counted down. At any moment, my timer would be going off.
Five minutes.
Five minutes of a head start.
Five minutes for her to get as far away from me as she possibly could.
I tipped my head back, cracking my eyes open to look up at the sky. Stars glimmered above, winking in promise of a good hunt.
I could hear and see everything out here. There was no light pollution, just the wilderness of the desert, the Davis Mountains in the distance glinting beneath a half moon.
The timer went off. My heart lurched in my chest as I turned it off and slid my phone in my pocket, immediately turning toward the direction she’d run in.
But, I didn’t see her.
I smiled.
June was smart. She was fast. I knew she would push me and attempt to thwart me, and she was competitive enough to do exactly that.
I did a quick 360, surveying everything around me. Cacti and bushes peppered the landscape, and then I caught the glint of June’s hair.
She was hauling ass.
A low growl left me. One more deep breath.
Then I sprang.
I launched into a steady run, my muscles settling into the familiarity of it. My thoughts were laser focused on covering as much ground as I possibly could, blood coursing through my veins.
All the things I wanted to do to her flooded my mind and I sprinted faster. I needed her like my lungs needed air.
Running came easy. Especially given that I ran every single day. I didn't sprint like this every day, but it didn't matter. The adrenaline was fueling me forward.
June made the mistake of glancing behind her and yelped, followed by a laugh. She stumbled slightly but then recovered, putting all her energy into running faster.
She was quick. She'd always been able to move with a grace that I envied. Even so, I was closing it on her. Like a wolf closing in on its prey, the hungry part of me ready to strike.
So fucking close.
I could hear her breaths now. Her panting. The beautiful sounds that she'd be making for me soon. My lungs burned as I pushed further, reaching out.
She suddenly dodged left. I cursed under my breath, managing to grab one of her wrists.
The two of us tumbled to the ground. I did my best to soften her impact, although she didn't let the fall slow her from pulling away from me. I grunted as she hit my chest hard, bringing her knee up.
“I don't fucking think so,” I growled, pinning her down.
She bucked against me as I turned her over onto her stomach, grabbing hold of her wrists and slamming them above her head. She immediately pushed her ass back against my cock. Fuck. Pleasure shot through me, distracted me enough that I loosened my grip.
June managed to slide out from beneath me and jumped to her feet.
“Nope,” I growled.
My hand shot out and I grabbed her ankle.
She cursed as she tumbled to the ground again. Worry shot through me as she landed with a hard thud, but then her laugh trickled from her pretty lips.
“Fuck you, Dallas,” she hissed, kicking at me.
A dark chuckle left me as I dragged her back, hauling her beneath me. I leaned down, my face hovering right over hers. “Caught you, junebug.”
Her expression turned murderous. She shoved at me as I pulled her knees apart.
“I bet you’re already wet for me, aren’t you?” I crooned.
“N-no,” she said, but her voice faltered.
She hit my chest, although she was holding back. I knew she was holding back, because I’d seen her take down a grown man once or twice in bars. I’d seen her fight a bride on her wedding day for calling Evie names.
“Is that all you got?” I asked. “Seriously? I didn’t think you’d go easy on me.”
This time, she hit me hard enough in the stomach that my breath whooshed out. A curse slipped free, but then I was crushing her mouth with mine.
Teeth sank into my bottom lip hard enough I snarled. The bolt of pain went straight to my cock and it swelled against my jeans, against her thigh.
June sucked in a breath. Her eyes held all the storms that had been haunting me the last few months.
The desire I’d been strangling. The lust I’d been stomping out like embers under my boots.
The raw need for her, to change our relationship from friends of almost twenty years to the woman I wanted to wake up next to every morning.
I wasn’t going to let her go. Not this time.
“Submit to me,” I growled.
“No,” she rasped. “Fuck you, Dallas. Fuck you for ruining everything. Fuck you for looking at me the way you do.”
“I can’t help it. Submit to me.”
“You can’t fucking make me.”
“I can’t?”
I yanked her shorts down in harsh, jerky movements. She writhed beneath me, her hurried breaths turning me on as I slid two fingers against her slippery cunt.
Fucking christ. She was soaked. My strength faltered for a moment, all my thoughts evaporating as I realized she was about to be wrapped around my cock.
“Oh baby,” I whispered.
She let out a helpless whine. Her muscles coiled with energy as she moved, gripping the wrist of the hand pumping inside her.
“Submit,” I demanded again.
“No.”
We were quickly pushing into CNC territory. I paused, breathing hard. I needed to check in. As much as I wanted to continue going full throttle, I cared about June. Hell, I loved June.
“June, is this okay?” I asked.
Her eyes flew open, sharp and glaring. “Yes,” she growled.
“I just wanted to check in. Do you know your safe word? You’ll tell me right?”
“Yes, I fucking know my safe word, Dallas. Fuck you.”
Okay, then. I fought a grin as I yanked my fingers away from her weeping pussy. I rolled her over onto her stomach, dodging a kick to the groin that would have ended me.
“I swear to god, June,” I huffed. “Submit.”
“Never.”
Never say never, baby.
I pushed her panties down, her ass gleaming beneath the moon. My hand pushed between her thighs again as she wiggled, my callused fingers brushing against her entrance. She moaned just for me, her body stilling, her breaths jagged.
“Holy fuck, baby. You’re so wet,” I groaned as she coated my fingers.
“No, I’m not.”
I pushed a finger inside her carefully, but it slipped in with ease, her pussy slick and ready.
“Drenched.”
“I’m not,” she protested.
I added a second finger, coaxing them in and out of her. Wet, vulgar sounds filled the air between us, coupled with her stifled moans.
“Fuck you,” she rasped.
“You will soon.” I pulled my fingers free and leaned against her, reaching around and pushing them between her lips. “Suck.”
I didn’t give her the chance to argue, thrusting them against her hot tongue. Her teeth clamped down on my fingers and pain followed, but it wasn’t enough for me to pull free. I liked the pain. I liked knowing she was still fighting me, because it meant her submission would be all the sweeter.
I ground my hips against her ass, my cock begging to be released. “You can’t tell me to fuck off with my fingers in your mouth, can you?” I whispered against her ear.
“Fuck you.”
I smiled against the curve of her neck and pulled my fingers from her lips. “You’re not getting my cock until you start begging with that naughty mouth of yours.”
“Nev—fuck.”
Her words died as I thrusted them inside her again, working them in and out at a speed that had her howling. Her voice cracked around a cry as I kept going, listening and watching and feeling every part of her. She clenched around me, her moans growing louder as she milked my fingers.
“That’s my girl,” I murmured. “Fucking gorgeous. I’ve dreamed about this. I’ve dreamed about having you just like this for me for months. Every fucking night, you’ve plagued me. Haunted me.”
“Good.” June whimpered as I released her wrists with my other hand. Her fingers curled into the dirt, her eyes fluttering.
“Submit,” I whispered softly.
Her spine stiffened. But this time, she didn’t immediately say no. I slowed my movements to an achingly languorous pace. The way her brows pulled together in a scowl made me smile.
She was considering it.
“Submit to me and I’ll let you come.”
“I’ll come when I want,” she quipped.
I removed my hand. She gasped in protest.
“Dallas,” she groaned. “You can’t—”
“I can,” I reminded her. “I can and will do whatever the fuck I want with you, June. You’re out here in the wilderness with a cunt begging for my cock. You know how to stop it all if you want. But you don’t want it to end, do you?”
She shivered beneath me. “No. I don’t.”
“Then fucking submit and beg me to fuck you. Give us what we’ve needed for nine months.”
Her eyes squeezed shut, her expression tortured. The cool air licked against her bare skin, the sound of cicadas reminding me where we were.
I leaned in and pressed a kiss to the side of her neck. I was patient. I could stay like this until the sun rose, if I needed to.
I wouldn’t need to though.
A few moments passed before she released a shuddering breath. “Please,” she whispered. “Please fuck me. Please. I need you so fucking bad right now it hurts.”
She meant every word. Heat seared my veins as I sat back, watching to see if she’d immediately twist away. Instead, she waited. Pussy bare, ass waiting, a beg on her pretty tongue.
“Please. Please fuck me. I’m begging you, Dallas. I need you. I need it.”