CHAPTER EIGHT
KELLAN
My head is spinning. Do I say something? If I open my mouth, will she recognize me? Will I fuck it all up?
I want nothing more than to bend her over right here and take her, without giving a single fuck who is watching. And the way she’s looking at me right now—like she can't decide if she wants to run or climb in my lap—maybe, the silent thing is working.
Christ, she’s close enough I can smell her perfume under the booze. My cock is hard against my zipper; all I can think about is fucking her against this wall. I want everyone in this place to know she belongs to me.
She tilts her head, a little smile playing on her lips. “So, you’re not going to talk to me?”
My throat tightens, but I keep my mouth shut. My eyes drag down her body and back up slow. She’s trembling, keeping her thighs pressed together. Oh, she’s enjoying this.
Her cheeks flush. She bites her lip and leans in close, “I know you’re always there, watching me…and part of me is desperate for it. You love this don’t you, Kade, watching me unravel?”
Fuck. My cock twitches at the Her Soul is Mine quote that slips from her mouth. I know she can see the way my chest rises harder.
“You’re really committing to this, Kade Cross thing, huh?”
If only she knew.
I nod at her, letting my gaze linger.
She downs the rest of her drink, and steps closer, her tits pressed against my stomach, her hard nipples pressing into my skin.
My pulse spikes.
She looks up at me, lips parted, heavy breaths escaping her lips.
“Then… why don’t you fuck me like Kade Cross?” She whispers, words sharp and intoxicating.
My hands clench at my sides. God, she just said that. Out loud. To me.
I don’t think twice.
My hands slide under her thighs, lifting her with ease. Her legs wrap around my waist immediately. Her gasp against my chest is delicious.
Heads turn as I stride through the crowd, people parting instinctively, some stunned. I don’t care. I don’t see anyone but the sexy devil in my arms.
The mansion fades behind us as I carry her toward the woods at the edge of the property. The leaves crunch under my boots matching the rapid beat of my heart.
She presses herself closer, her hands gripping my shoulders. Her breath is hot on my neck, a contrast to the chilly air. She has to be freezing.
I set her down gently next to a large stump and point to it.
“You want me to bend over? Right here?” She asks.
I eagerly nod, already undoing my belt.
She steps closer. “But… aren’t you going to chase me like Kade Cross?”
I pause, letting her words hang. Slowly, I shake my head, a single gloved finger lifting and wagging at her. I point to the stump once more.
Her lips curl into a devilish smile, and I swear my heart stops at the sight.
Then—before I can even react—she bolts. Straight into the trees, the underbrush swallows her frame as she darts away.
My gut clenches. Goddamn it.
And I’m after her.
She’s fast. But I’m faster. And I’m not letting her sweet ass get away. Not tonight. Tonight, she’s mine.
Heart hammering, I push deeper into the forest, closing the distance, the chase just as thrilling as the prize.
Her giggles slice through the forest, light and teasing and I can’t help the growl that escapes me. Trees blur past as I push harder, boots smashing over roots and leaves.
She’s fast. Too fast. Every step drives me closer, my arms aching to grab her, to pull her close and take that sweet, drenched pussy. Oh, am I going to make her pay for making me run.
Her laughter echoes through the trees, daring me. And I push harder, closing the gap, fueled by need and the delicious tension of the hunt.
The world narrows to her—her hips swaying as she twists through the brushes, the mischief in her eyes I can't see but I can feel.
Every glimpse of her in the moonlight pulls me forward, hungry for her squeal when I finally catch her. She can run as fast and far as she desires. But I’ll never stop chasing and I’ll always catch her.
Oh, she’s mine.
I close the last few steps and finally catch her, my hands sliding around her waist to pull her against me.
She laughs into my chest; she’s shaking from the cold and the run.
She drops to her knees, still pressed close to me gasping for breath, black hair falling wildly around her face.
I look down at her, and she’s grinning up at me, her cheeks flushed, lips parted.
I undo my belt, unzipping my pants and my engorged cock springs out.
She gasps. And looks up at me.
I grab the back of her head, her mouth eagerly opens, inviting me in. And I take the invitation. I slide my rock-hard meat into her welcoming mouth. Her lips wrap around the base of me, taking me whole in an instant.
A groan leaves my lips as I move her head up and down the length of me. Her eyes water at each thrust. She grips the back of my legs as I move faster, slamming my cock into her throat.
She never breaks eye contact even as she gags, taking all of me. God. She feels so good. The pressure builds as my pleasure climbs. I grip the back of her head tighter. She whimpers as I thrust harder, faster.
Every nerve screams, it’s overwhelming and consuming. My muscles tense as pleasure crashes over me, my chest hammers, my breath comes fast and uneven.
I hold her head still as I release my load down her open throat. Filling every bit of space inside her mouth until its overflowing from the corners of her lips, dripping down her chin.
“That’s it, take it all,” I rasp in a voice that doesn’t belong to me.
“Now swallow.”
I feel her gulp, swallowing every drop of cum I emptied into her mouth.
Reluctantly, I pull my cock from her mouth, and she licks her lips, removing the cum coating the corners of her mouth in one sweep of her tongue.
“Good girl.”