Chapter 16 Wylder
WYLDER
The fog clears to reveal Neo. Naked. Flushed cheeks. Pupils dilated.
Asking me to chase him.
“Run,” I growl.
The voice is not my own. But somehow, it’s still part of me.
A part that Neo appears to like.
He spins on his heel. My eyes fix hungrily on his ass as he flees, on how it bounces. I allow him this head start.
A small mercy for when I finally do catch him.
The way I’m going to tear that piece of fabric from his body, the way I’ll reenact my dreams.
I can’t fucking wait. All the fury has been replaced by one feeling.
Lust.
I don’t question it. Don’t question if this is a good idea or not, if I’ll regret it later, or if it’ll change anything between us.
I just begin the chase.
My body roars as I take off after him, my hand skimming the wall as I turn, rushing out of the house. He left the front door open, his pale skin glowing in the moonlight as he rushes across the wet grass, bits of mud and soil hitting his calves.
All other thoughts fade away. The Umbra. The photos. The threat. The fear. They disappear into nothing.
Almost nothing. I skid to a stop outside the guard station a few feet from the door. Brennan is inside. If he’s surprised to see me in this state, he doesn’t let it show.
“Secure the perimeter of the woods,” I growl. “I want every guard patrolling. No one is to enter past the trees, understood?”
“Yes, sir.” He nods, immediately going to work.
Now I can focus on Neo without worrying about someone catching it on camera—what I’m going to do to him.
Something Wylder Buckingham can’t be seen doing.
But I’m not him right now.
I’m someone else entirely.
I’ve never in my life wanted to fuck someone into the dirt, but my monster quite likes the idea. He’s outside of his cage now. Has been since I saw the photo of Neo.
Smiling up at me.
Like I matter.
Someone else saw that moment too. Someone who was close enough that they could’ve pointed a sniper rifle and fired.
The rage bubbles up again, but that’s when I step out onto the cool grass. I immediately glimpse Neo between the trees.
He waggles his fingers at me.
Blows me a kiss.
Then he’s running again.
Distantly, I can feel twigs and stones stabbing against the soles of my feet. I pay them no heed as I follow him into the woods. There’s only one thought in my head.
Get him. Get him.
My cock aches for relief as I run, my lungs screaming as I chase.
I push myself faster as his laughter floats through the air. Large trees loom over us, branches hitting my face and arms as I race through them. I keep Neo in my sights, closing the distance between us.
I’m going to take my prize.
Suddenly, Neo disappears from view. I growl, skidding to a halt.
Where is he?
“Come out, come out, wherever you are,” I croon, turning in a slow circle. “You wanted to play, Neo? Well, here I am.”
That’s when I hear it, a small scuff to the right.
I bolt toward it and burst through the copse of trees. Neo is there. Just a few feet away. Almost within reach.
His chest heaves as he spots me, his pupils so dilated his eyes appear black.
“Fuck.” He drags his hand around a trunk to pivot in the other direction. I follow, my nostrils flaring, my vision narrowed only on him.
Catch him. Catch. Him.
I lunge to the side and my hands graze his waist, but Neo arches forward and evades my grasp.
He lets out a manic giggle, and my eyes narrow as I rush forward, surging toward him.
This time, I manage to grab onto him. My fingers dig into his hips, his body slamming into mine.
My breath leaves my body. He smells of sweat and something uniquely him.
Neo.
Mine.
My fingers hook under the lace he’s wearing, and I tear it off with a roar, making him moan and grind back against me.
He wants this just as much as I do. Tossing it aside, I feel Neo attempting to evade my grasp once more, but I hold on to him, his feet kicking out against my shins, his body twisting in my hold.
I tighten my arms around his narrow waist, and he groans when I reach between his legs and cup his cock roughly, with a hint of a promise of what I’m going to do to him.
“You had an advantage,” he moans. “You have longer legs.”
I grunt and fist him tighter. His hips arch up into my hold as I work his cock. The sound of his moans, the sound of skin on skin as I stroke him. It sends me into a haze.
Before I know it, he’s on the ground, his ass up, his hands curled into the dirt beneath him.
He tries to crawl away, but I follow him, my hands grabbing onto his thighs and dragging him back to me.
I hold on to him tightly, letting my fingers spread his ass cheeks, looking at the small, bedazzled plug he pushed into himself.
It winks at me in the moonlight, and I feel my hand surging forward, pulling it out, and tossing it aside.
Neo groans as my monster roars. I lift his hips, his knees hovering over the ground as I bite and lick at his ass, my tongue laving over the tight, pale globes.
Neo is scrambling to keep himself from landing in the dirt, but fails.
He gives in. To me, to the earth. His face hits the wet soil and leaves as I bite down roughly.
I feel the way his skin gives in to me, the way I’m marking him.
A scream rings out, and I lick over the teeth marks that have pierced his skin.
“Who do you belong to?” My voice is guttural. Primal.
“You. You.”
“Mm, yes. Mine,” I growl.
“Fuck me. Please,” he moans. With sticks in his hair and mud sprinkling his body, he looks like he’s part of the wildlife. Like he belongs to it.
Just like he belongs to me.
“You’re a tease,” I grunt as I swirl my finger around his rim and push in. “Maybe I should make you wait. Make you beg.”
He gasps and arches up, his spine curled, his head thrown back. “Fuck!”
“You want more?” I ask as I slide knuckle deep.
He nods, fucking back against me. “Yes. Yes. More.”
I squeeze the bite mark I left on him and push a second finger in, feeling the way his hole grips me. He doesn’t want me to leave. He wants all of it.
Twisting my wrist, I fuck into him roughly, making him moan and gasp. And when I hit that spot inside of him that I’ve heard Cade talk about so often, I know. He cries out, my name rustling the leaves above us.
“Oh my god!” he gasps as I do it again. “I’m going to come.”
That doesn’t deter me. I don’t stop, I just continue to work him until he’s spilling over the ground, his entire body jerking and trembling as his orgasm rushes through him. His hole contracts around my fingers, and I feel every moment of it, wringing him dry until he’s gasping for air.
I pull out slowly, my monster clearly unhappy with the lack of relief I gained from this. But seeing him come apart, feeling his orgasm as if it were my own, makes his chest puff out in elation.
“Oh god, Wylder,” he moans, his body still jerking. “What the fuck?”
I stare down at his winking hole and the mark I left on him. “It’s not over.”
“Not over?” he asks, his gaze slightly hazy as he looks back over his shoulder.
“No. I didn’t get what I wanted.”
His eyes widen slightly, and he scrambles up, the crunch of leaves beneath him making my monster perk up.
“What do you want?” he asks as he crawls forward once more, trying to get away. He hasn’t learned. I will always come for him.
I reach out and drag his body back to mine. I’m a mess; so is he. But I don’t care. For the first time in a long time, I don’t fucking care.
I flip him over and grab his wrists, pulling them over his head. He blinks up at me, wetting his lips, his cock still hard and leaking.
I reach down with my free hand and squeeze it, milking the rest of his cum from it.
He groans loudly as I work him dry, and then I stare at him.
“What do you want?” he asks breathlessly.
I hesitate a moment and then decide that honesty is the best option. Hiding how I feel has gotten me nowhere.
“I want to fuck you until you scream.”
He spreads his legs in an offering. “Take what you want. Take me.”
Hovering over him, I pull my cock from the confines of my pants and drag it down his wet crack. I find his hole easily.
I stare at it as I stroke myself. Am I really going to do this? Am I going to fuck him? Right here in the dirt like an animal?
Yes. Yes, I am.
“Do it. Do it,” Neo chants.
He doesn’t take his eyes off me as I line myself up. With an exhale, I push it in, feeling the tightness engulfing my hard length. It makes my eyelids flutter closed, makes the air squeeze from my lungs.
I groan, and so does he, his fingers fisting the wet earth beneath him. “Fuck. Yes. Yes. Give it to me.”
I agree. This is nice. Better than nice. An addiction.
I groan as I bottom out, trying to keep myself from thrusting, from taking him too hard.
But it’s a lot; overwhelming in the worst ways.
I’ve never felt this out of control, felt myself spiraling in the best way.
My hips meet his ass, and he flexes around me, making me gasp, my fingers digging into his hips.
“Fuck me, Wylder. Fuck. Me.”
I exhale and then pull out, the slow drag of my cock against his rim making me shiver and shake; an assault on my senses.
And when my dick is hovering around his rim, I shove back in, making him gasp, his body sliding through the soil, wet and slick.
Just like him. I do it again. And again.
Fucking him until his head is pressed up against the trunk of a tree, his hands clutching the bark, holding himself still as I take him.
“You’re gonna take it. All of it, until I’m done,” I moan with each forward thrust.
He just nods, gulping down my commands, swallowing them whole.
I piston my hips back and forth, tunneling into his tight channel, taking him until we’re both a mess of sweat and dirt, mud caking our skin, our eyes closed in bliss.
When I tip over the edge, Neo is screaming, his back arching up, his hand weaving into my hair. I bite his neck, tasting the salt of his skin, feeling the way he trembles as he works himself to completion. His hole clenches around me as he comes, and it squeezes me so hard I feel dizzy from it.
I fill him with a grunt, my entire body tightening, like a band ready to snap. It aches, hurts, makes my mouth open and close in an attempt to breathe. And when I come down from it, I find myself blinking away the white spots in my vision.
“Fuck,” Neo says, his voice hoarse. “What the fuck,” he murmurs, and then lets out a small laugh. “That was the hottest thing ever.”
I stare down at him, his head pressed into the mud, his eyes closed as if ready to nap. My eyes slide down to where our bodies connect, and my monster sighs in relief.
Pulling out slowly, I see the white of my cum lining his puffy red rim, and my chest expands.
“Any time you want to chase me, you can,” he says as I watch my release drip from him.
He makes no effort to move, and I make no effort to stand.
We just stay like this until he starts to shiver.
That’s what gets me moving. Tucking myself back into my pants, I stand up on shaking legs, hauling him up against me.
He lists against my chest, his hand moving up to clutch at my heart.
A symbolic movement, I think, but one I don’t have time to analyze.
“Let’s get you home and cleaned up,” I say, and he blinks up at me. My eyes move to his lips, and he sighs.
“You going to stay with me or will you run off?”
I touch his bottom lip, red and swollen from biting it. “I think I’ll stay. What about you?”
“We’ll see.”