Bonus Scene #1
Fun in the wild (a.k.a the night Temper got pregnant)
Temper
My muscles burn. There’s not enough oxygen going into my lungs. How did I let Bones talk me into this?
Wait. No.
He didn’t talk me into this. I started it. With a half-assed plan. We were just supposed to play a one-on-one paintball match. A night-time adventure, just the two of us. But instead of shooting, I flashed him my breasts and bolted. And now I’m running from him through the woods, a silly smile on my face. Almost bare-ass naked.
He caught me once already. Stole my shirt and pants. He let me escape again after that. Gave me a head start. And now I’m running like a lunatic, in my bra and panties, boots crunching against leaves, paintball gun clutched tightly to my chest.
I want him to catch me again. But I also want to make it hard for him. And also make him hard.
A giggle escapes me, just thinking about it. A giggle!
I’m bursting at the seams with tension. Anticipation. And hormones. So many hormones.
I have to stop, take deep breaths. I look around. I might be too deep into the woods. Where is he? Shit. Did I get lost? It would be just my luck. Get lost in the fucking forest, in my bra and panties only. Did I run too fast?
My pulse spikes. A little bit of fear shoots through me. I look around with wide eyes. Trees. Just trees. No Bones. Just trees and me. And the dark. And trees. That fear grows higher.
“Bones?” I whisper. I try to listen for a sound. Nothing. I take a small step back. Fuck. I fucked up. I definitely ran too fast.
Shit, I’m naked and alone in the fucking woods! With only a paintball gun for defence! A bird squawks in the distance. I squeak and jump a little.
My stomach clenches with dread. I take another step back. I’m about to twirl around and run back the way I came at full speed when suddenly — a hand covers my mouth. Taking my breath away. A scream rips out of me but it doesn’t get out. It’s muffled.
I start trashing on instinct, not even fully processing what’s happening. An arm snakes around my waist. Yanks the paintball gun from my hands and throws it away like a piece of paper.
“Caught you, my fiery Temper,” a low, deep growl rumbles in my ear, lips brushing my skin. That sound, feral with need, hits me straight to my core. I instantly go limp as a noodle. Soaking wet. A groan escapes me, eyes closing, head falling back.
It’s only now that I register the broad chest I’m leaning on. The familiar muscles that wrap around me. The very naked body of the man I love.
His hand doesn’t move from my mouth. Not one inch.
He holds me pinned to his chest, breath hot against the curve of my neck. I feel the tremble in his muscles as he fights himself. Or maybe he’s not fighting at all. Maybe he’s savoring. The wild beat of my heart. The helpless twitch of my thighs. The way I melt under his grip, my body completely under his command.
“You thought you could escape me?” he growls again, voice dragging over my skin like gravel wrapped in velvet. “You love it when I chase you, don’t you?”
I nod. Or try to.
His hand clamps tighter. “Ah, ah. Don’t move. Don’t speak. You gave yourself to the hunt. You started this. Now you’re mine to claim. To use however I want.”
A moan claws its way up my throat but dies against his palm. My body betrays me completely, arching back into him, begging for more.
His hand finally leaves my mouth — slow, torturous movements — and slides down my chest. My breath catches. He palms one breast through the thin lace of my bra, and groans low in his throat like he’s starving.
“You wore this on purpose, didn’t you?” His other hand slides down my stomach. Over my hip. Curling around my inner thigh. “You wanted to tease me. You wanted me to hunt you. Catch you.”
“Yes,” I whisper, voice bursting with need. “Fuck, yes.”
His lips brush the shell of my ear. “Run again, baby.”
I blink. “What?”
He spins me so fast my head whips, then grabs my jaw, tilting my face up. His eyes are fire and shadows, every inch of him a predator in heat. A wild, feral beast barely contained by human skin.
“You’ve got ten seconds,” he says, lips brushing mine. “Ten seconds before I stop playing nice. And this time…” His teeth scrape across my lower lip. “I’m not letting you go.”
A jolt of panic and arousal shoot through me in equal parts.
He releases me.
I don’t move.
He tilts his head. Smirks. “Nine.”
I run.
Nearly naked, breathless, hair whipping behind me. Heart pounding like a drum. I sprint through the trees, the night cool against my skin, my body already aching for him again.
Somewhere behind me, a branch snaps.
Then another.
Then I hear it — his footsteps.
Louder. Closer. Faster.
Oh fuck. He’s not silent now.
He's right behind me. He won’t let me get far this time.
Branches whip at my arms. My boots slap against the earth. My lungs burn again, this time not from the effort — but from knowing he’s behind me. Knowing he’s about to catch me and not let go.
Closer now.
I can feel it.
The air shifts when he moves. Heavy. Charged. Like thunder before lightning.
“Six…” his voice echoes from somewhere behind me, dark and teasing.
Dammit. I want him to catch me but I also don’t want to make it easy for him.
Damn his counting.
I push harder, faster, heart in my throat.
“Four…”
A sob-laugh bursts out of me. I’m too slow. Too turned on. My legs barely move the way I want them to.
“Two…”
I cry out and twist to the side, thinking maybe I can outsmart him, maybe I can duck behind a tree, maybe—
Thud.
He hits me like a goddamn avalanche. One second I’m running, the next I’m twisting through the air, leaves and dirt flying around me as my ass slams onto a huge tree stomp.
“Zero.”
His voice is no longer teasing.
It’s a straight-up threat. Filled with a delicious promise.
I can’t breathe. Not because he knocked the air out of me — because I’m staring up into his eyes, wild and dark and ravenous. His hands grip my thighs as he steps between them. My own hands dig into his biceps. His chest heaves, sweat dripping down his throat. His pupils are blown wide.
“Caught you again, baby,” he growls, low and final. “I gave you enough chances.”
“What are you going to do, big man,” I whisper, trembling with need.
“Fuck the need to run out of you,” he rumbles. His hand lets go of my thigh and drags down my body. Over my bra, down to my panties. His fingers press between my legs, right where I’m throbbing. “Soaking wet,” he whispers.
I moan, hips lifting to meet his touch. “It’s your fault.”
His hand wraps around my throat, not tight, just firm. Possessive. His thumb glides over the edge of my jaw, tilting my head to the side as he leans in, lips brushing my ear.
“You’re mine, Temper. You can run all you want. I’ll always find you. And when I do…”
His teeth sink gently into the curve of my neck. Not hard enough to break skin, just hard enough to make me gasp.
“I take. I use.”
I whimper, thighs spreading further, offering myself like a gift.
He leans back slightly. In one swift motion, rips my bra. No finesse. Just raw hunger.
Then he tears the panties too, and he pushes his body into mine.
“You want to be fucked raw?” he growls, lining himself up, eyes locked on mine. “You want wild?”
“Yes,” I breathe. “Bones, I—”
“Hands behind you. Steady yourself,” he orders and I listen instantly. My palms push against the tree stomp.
He throws my legs over his arms, his fingers digging into the inside of my thighs hard enough to leave marks. He yanks me to him and he slams into me in one savage thrust. Steals my breath away. I throw my head back, eyes rolling with instant pleasure. So full. So fucking full.
My ass is hanging in the air, my entire body held by him while I’m leaning back on the palms of my hands.
I don’t scream.
I sob.
From the force of him, the stretch, the burn that turns instantly to bliss. He fills me like he was made for this — made for me
— and the moment he bottoms out, all my nerve endings light up.
“Fuck,” I choke out, barely recognizing my own voice. My thighs are trembling. My arms, braced behind me, are shaking from the strain. I can’t think one single thought. All I can do is feel.
Every inch of me is stretched around his cock. Every thrust is a command. A possession. He’s using my body like it’s not mine anymore. Like I’m his toy and all I can do is take what he gives me.
There’s no time to adjust.
He pounds into me, hard and deep, each stroke brutal and punishing, like he’s determined to fuck every last ounce of resistance out of me. I feel him everywhere. Hitting every pleasurable spot inside me.
“You think you can tempt me like that,” he snarls, jaw clenched, sweat dripping from his temple, “and then run?”
I sob out another moan, body jerking with the force of him. “I wanted you to chase me—”
“You wanted to make me go crazy.”
His grip tightens on my thighs, pushing them wider, pulling me in until our bodies slap together with every savage thrust. The sound echoes through the trees — wet, obscene. Perfect.
“Say it,” he growls, voice ragged. “Say what you are, Temper.”
“Yours,” I whimper. “I’m yours, Bones.”
“Damn right you are.”
He fucks me harder, deeper. My whole body shakes. My hands slip on the tree stump but he holds me like I weigh nothing — fucking me midair, using my body any way he likes.
I want to claw at him. Want to bite. Want to beg him to never stop.
“Please,” I cry, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes from how good it feels, how feral he is. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop—”
“I’m not stopping until you forget how to walk,” he growls, fucking me so hard my breasts bounce wildly with every thrust. “Until you forget your own fucking name.”
“I can’t—I—Bones—”
He leans in and bites my neck. Just a scrape of teeth. A growl in his throat.
And I break.
I shatter around him, the orgasm ripping through me like wildfire. My body clamps down, spasming uncontrollably. I scream — ragged, helpless, undone.
He curses. A deep, guttural sound. Then he slams in one last time and stays there, filling me with a possessive groan that sounds like he’s losing his mind.
We don’t move for a long time.
Just panting. Gasping. His forehead pressed to mine. Our bodies stuck together with sweat, cum and something deeper. Darker. Ours.
He lowers me gently, finally — still inside me — and cradles my jaw with one hand.
“You good?” he asks, voice soft now. Rough but warm. “Too much? The chasing?”
I smile through the aftershocks. My whole body aching. Ruined.
“Too perfect,” I whisper, brushing my lips against his. “Now help me up before my legs forget they ever existed.”
He laughs, low and dangerous. Like I just said something ridiculous.
“Baby,” he says, voice dark with promise, “we’re not done.”
He looks down between us, where we’re still joined. Pulls back slightly and enters me again. Slowly. A new ripple of pleasure travels up my spine.
“There’s no teeth, baby,” he smirks at me.
The words make me pause. “What?” I ask, dumbfounded.
“You once said that if you ever go mad enough to have sex with me again, your vagina would literally grow teeth,” he teases. “My cock’s still alive.” His voice gets darker, a low growl of menace. “And still hungry.”
I swear I had a smartass remark to throw back at him. But he doesn’t give me the chance. He kisses me. Slow. Gentle. Reverent.
And then he pulls almost all the way out — and slams back in, hard enough to knock a cry out of my throat.
He leans down, his breath hot against my skin.
“Next time,” he whispers, “I’m keeping the panties.”
I laugh, breathless.
“Only if you earn them, big man.”
“Oh, I will.” His voice darkens.
“Arms around my neck,” he barks and my body complies instantly.
And then he starts moving again. Hard. Punishing. Consuming every last piece of my sanity.