Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
ALEKSANDR
Deadman’s Forest
I remembered her being better.
More challenging, more eager to run and act like prey.
The coppery scent of her blood both infuriated me and filled me with an insatiable hunger.
I hated that she had hurt herself running from me, but my base instincts roared to life as I held her in my arms, her arousal evident in her dilated pupils and the way her nipples pressed against the fabric of her tank top. Perfectly primed and ready for me.
There used to be a time when Audrey could almost hide from me.
Looking down at her now, I saw a glimpse of something in her eyes, telling me this game wasn’t over.
I knew whatever idea she had swirling in her mind, I wasn’t going to like.
She leaned back into my arms, appearing like she had to catch her breath, as she slowly played with the hem of my waistband.
I was close to dismissing the thoughts of her playing me for a fool when I felt a faint tug on my sweats, the press of a hand searching for a pocket, like sticky little fingers were trying to find a treasure to loot.
My knife. Still ensnared in her I failed to realize what her soft hands were doing.
Her hot breath sent tingles down my body as I felt the sting of her teeth on my throat.
“You have to earn me, Aleksandr,” she whispered, biting down mercilessly, breaking the skin over my Adam’s apple as I swallowed. Roughly. My dick was steel, angry and weeping at how long we had waited to sink into her heat. Only a little longer…
She would be mine again tonight. I felt the shift as soon as she had barrelled into me before she begged for me to give chase. “You should also know…” She sucked at my throat, over the mark she had just left. She wants the world to see I’m hers. “I would never make it this easy.”
The pieces clicked together right as I felt her press the blade of my own knife to my throat.
My lips tilted up as the edge of it pressed into my skin, cutting a faint line under my jaw, right over my jugular.
A smile broke free, a genuine one that had her attempting, in vain, to free herself from my hold.
My dark eyes locked on her light-coloured ones, my amusement at the situation evident in the way my cock was becoming painfully hard against the curve of her arse. “Oh, Printsessa, you shouldn’t have done that…”
“I’m still not afraid of you, Aleksandr.” Lenochka yelped as my hands suddenly released her.
Her nimble reflexes made sure she landed on her feet as she spun away from me.
My Printsessa had forgotten how much her fire bolstered my own, though, and within seconds I was on her again, cornering her against a tree.
Her pulse fluttered enticingly as she swallowed, not in fear, but in excitement of what would come.
Learning from my previous mistake, I went for her wrists, securing them in my grip, applying just enough pressure for her fingers to release the blade, as I pulled her arms back and down, forcing her back to arch and her chest to scrape against the trunk of the tree.
“You should be,” I replied quietly, leaning down and grasping the lobe of her ear in between my teeth. “You should be very afraid, Lenochka,” I continued, making my way down from her ear to that sweet spot between her neck and throat.
“Because you owe me." I dragged my teeth across her neck, returning her sentiment and biting hard when I found her pulse, relishing in the way her skin broke as her blood hit my tongue.
Flicking my pocketknife back open, I slowly dragged the blade down her neck, watching as her pulse hammered out of control. She loved this part. The anticipation, the want…the fear. The way our combined lust simmered until it overflowed from the years we lied about all the tension we ignored.
“You know what happens when I catch you, Printsessa.” Growling into her neck, I slid my hand holding the blade into the front of her sleep shorts.
“You always did love taunting my beast…” I swiped the dull edge along her slit, teasing her cunt, wishing her shorts allowed me enough space to edge her more, to fuck her with the hilt of the knife I had earned during my own initiation for The Guilda.
I groaned when I felt how drenched she was, how her pussy was practically screaming for me, begging to be filled.
“But we both know you never truly ran from me.”
I pulled the blade back out and flicked it closed, but not before sliding the side that was now coated in her arousal along my tongue. Her taste was exquisite, like a fine wine that only got better with age, and gone far too quickly as I slid the knife back into my pocket.
I wound her hair tightly around my fist, pulling it hard enough that her head bent back and she moaned, baring her throat to me. I delighted in how easily she gave in for me, the way her body betrayed her desire to hide how wanting she was…how willing. How perfectly we fit in times like these.
“Patience, Printsessa…I don’t plan to rush this,” I rasped as my other hand began making its way under her shirt, tracing the lines of the tattoo that marked both our ribs, and finally cupping one of her breasts, tweaking the ruby-encrusted barbell that adorned her nipple in a tease.
I needed to remember to pierce the other one since this one seemed lonely…
The stiff peak had to be sensitive. I remembered how much I had loved playing with her breasts, how much she liked it rough, how our primal desires had met our matches. “Goddamn, I missed you, Lenochka.”
I pulled her tighter into me, forcing her to arch back even more as her arse fully made contact with my hardening cock. The heat from her pussy radiated through her shorts—ones that were more like panties painted onto her, and left nothing hidden from view.
“Tell me what you want from me,” I urged, begging her to allow my monster out of its chains completely. I watched as her pussy leaked in anticipation, the dim light just enough to reveal the spot on her shorts that was quickly expanding as her thighs rubbed together subconsciously.
“I want…” she began as I roughly crowded her into the trunk of the tree I had her pressed up against. Thrusting my growing desire into the crack of her arse, she let her first mewl escape. “You,” she finished, just as the final shred of my restraint snapped.
“I just want you,” she whispered again into the silence surrounding us.
Releasing her hair, I shoved my hand into her shorts.
My fingers traced along her slit as my other hand squeezed her breast, playing with her piercing.
A piercing that I had given her on a dare, during a time that was more of a dream now than a memory.
Her nipples could cut diamonds, and she was nearly dry humping the tree, swiftly rocking back and forth against my thigh wedged between her legs, chasing her release.
“I want your cock, your hands. Your teeth.” Damn. Her backside rubbed my cock again, a tantalising tease as her body began to search for what it wanted—needed. Desperately. “I want—no, need you, Aleksandr. I need you to fuck me.”
Her skin was flushed, the bite mark I left her with still dripping blood as she whimpered and moaned.
Like a greedy little whore attempting to take what she wanted from me, she begged, “I want your cum. I want to feel the way your dick stretches me, makes me hurt and ache…fuck me. I need you! Please.”
Lenochka’s movements were more frantic now, her pussy rubbing along my thigh as I satiated her need, pushing it deeper between her legs, lifting her up onto her toes until a needy moan left her throat—one that was filled with the lust I felt sparking in the air between us. “Please.”
“Prove it,” I growled, my fingers sliding between her cum-slicked folds.
Her desire permeated the air as I shoved two digits inside.
Stroking her cunt, I relished in the way it pulsed around my fingers attempting to squeeze them and hold them in place.
I removed them from her pussy, licking them clean. “Get. On. Your. Knees.”
Taking a step back, I paused. For a moment, my gaze softened as I stared at the gorgeous woman in front of me.
As if sensing my eyes, Lenochka turned her head slightly, locking her gaze with mine, sparking the fire that always blazed so intensely between us.
Hate, lust, and everything in between were palpable in the air.
I allowed her enough space to turn around, watching her movements like a wolf stalking its prey.
When she finally faced me, she began to lift her sleep shirt.
Abruptly, I darted my hand out to stop her.
“I gave you an order, Lenochka…” I yanked the edges of her shirt and brought it up as I twisted it into makeshift restraints.
“On. Your. Knees.”
Seeing my monstrous side edging to the surface, she dropped to her knees, her arms yanked upward as her shirt prevented them from falling. And still, her body yielded, showing me how much she wanted me—how much she wanted to submit to me.
“Now take my cock out, Printsessa.”
Leaning forward, Audrey bit into my lower stomach, marking me again as she broke skin, telling me her darker side was out to play now as well. She dragged her teeth down to my sweatpants, nipping at the waistband before viciously yanking her head down, allowing my cock to finally spring free.
The metal of the magic cross I had done just over a year ago—for her, even though she was merely a figment at the time—glinted in the moonlight.
Her mouth dropped open in a nearly perfect ‘o’ when she saw it for the first time, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as she swayed forward into me.
Still such a needy little whore, just for me…