Chapter 23
CHAPTER
TWENTY-THREE
“Then start running, Princess.”
My feet move of their own accord. Though apparently I’ve been in control in my dreams, the second Seth tells me what he wants, I’m moving to obey before I can think twice. Right now, my blood is humming through my body, and running feels like exactly what I need.
I take off, relishing the crisp crunch of the snow under my feet, the biting chill of the air.
The smells of winter whisk the scent of Seth from my nostrils, though there are definite similarities.
Turning back, I look to see Seth, but he’s gone.
I’ve only been running for a few seconds, so I’m not sure why I can’t at least see him.
Then again, he is pretty good at staying hidden when he wants to.
I smirk, thinking of all the times he’s stalked me.
This one, though, will be different. I can feel it. This time, he’s going to hunt me down, and I can’t wait to be caught.
Behind me, though, the forest is quiet, soundless. He is coming… right? I slow, spinning in circles.
I’m not lost, I know the direction to my house, but he could have been tricking me.
For a few moments, my heavy breaths are the only sounds I can hear.
Then, from the left, the direction of the road, I hear branches slap against something.
It’s brief. It could be anything, but somehow I know it’s him.
Switching direction, I angle away from the road, though still toward my own property. He’s expecting me to go to the house, but I’m not going to make this easy for him.
After my worries about everything that has happened in my dreams, I want—no, I need—him to show me that he wants this. I need him to have time to think about what he’s getting himself into, to understand that we aren’t in my dreams and he doesn’t need to give me whatever I want.
I want this, but I want him to want me.
Are we only playing hunter and prey because of my dreams? The pound of each step on the ground drags me down, making me feel heavier and heavier. My lungs are burning, and my forehead is damp with exertion.
I run and run, questioning everything and before long, and far too long in silence, I near my house. I pass my fire pit and slow, wondering if I’ve entirely misinterpreted. Maybe he literally just wanted me to go home, that he’d meet me at the house?
From the direction of my house, I can just barely make out Henry’s muffled barks, happy and eager. He’s obviously made it home safe, which means at some point… Seth passed me… silently.
A twig snaps behind me and off to my left, and I glance that way before shaking myself and heading in the opposite direction.
As soon as I’m running again, I hear Seth moving through the forest behind me. Instead of silence, I can hear his footsteps on the forest floor, and then his chuckle echoes to me from across the snow.
“You slowed down, Princess…” he calls out. “I told you to run.”
I squeak and pour everything I can into pumping my legs. “I wasn’t sure you were coming!” I call out.
Seth roars, and it’s a sound no human could make. It should scare me… and I suppose it does, since my chest leaps and I nearly stumble. More than fear though, it makes heat build between my legs.
Each stride provides friction where I need it most. Every pass is more slippery, letting my lips slide against each other and my clit, driving me into a frenzy. My legs burn their protest at my running, but I couldn’t stop if I wanted to.
Running feels like freedom, like flying. The knowledge that Seth is chasing me, that this won’t end like one of my dreams, makes a giddy laugh bubble up from inside of me.
This is real.
This is happening.
Seth wants me.
He doesn’t answer for long enough that I wonder if he heard me, but in all the tumult of running through the forest, jumping over fallen trees and getting smacked in the face with the naked branches, I’ve lost track of where he was.
“I will…” The words come from my left, growling and barely audible.
I squeak and jump to the side, unseeing him yet realizing he is so much closer than I’d thought.
“Always…”
Seth steps out from between the trees ahead of me, and I scream. How the hell did he get there? I scramble to turn around, nearly falling but catching myself with my hand. Once I’m running, I can’t help but look behind me. Seth is a blur, zipping past me until I run straight into his chest.
“Come for you.”
I let out an oof and fall backward into the snow. Seth looms over me, his dark form blotting out the sun, the trees, until all I see is him. All I smell is his fresh scent, and all I hear is the measured sound of his breathing.
“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into, Princess. I will always come for you.”
It’s supposed to be a threat, but it sounds like perfection to me. I whimper, my nipples tight and sensitive under my shirt.
“Do you like that, dirty girl?” Seth cocks his head to the side and smirks. “You like that your monster will hunt you down. Anywhere, anytime?”
I nod, frantic. It should terrify me, considering well… everything, but if the attention of the past few weeks is anything to go by, being the center of Seth’s attention is exactly where I want to be.
“You want this, Ada? Seth, the monster? I’ll never be the prince you dreamed of. This is what I am now.”
“I want you, Seth. But… especially like this.” I blush and turn my head, because it feels wrong to say it, to admit that perhaps I like this version of him better than any prince or knight he’s ever been.
This Seth, it speaks to the darkness I’ve tried to deny in myself, and makes me feel more seen, more special than I’ve ever felt. “And you?”
I need to know that this is for him, too.
It seems I’ve struck a nerve, though, because in another blur of movement, Seth is on the ground, growling and huffing like he’s barely containing himself.
“Do I want this?” The snow next to my head crunches as he tightens his hands into fists. “No, Princess. At this point, I need this.”
He leans down, and I think he’s about to kiss me.
I close my eyes, anticipating his warm lips, but instead, he wraps his strong arms around me and pulls me up against him, until we are standing.
Instinctively, inevitably, I wrap my legs around his waist, fitting so perfectly like I was made for him.
Or, I suppose, like he was made for me.
The hard bar of his cock presses into where my leggings are dark and wet.
The pressure is everything I need and entirely not enough.
One thick arm wraps under my ass, cradling and squeezing it while the other hand dives into my hair.
Seth directs his hand to my scalp, taking a large, firm handful and pulling my head back to face him.
He doesn’t give me time to savor his face—perhaps there will be time for that later—but dives in to catch my lips in a bruising kiss.
Right now, there is no time for tenderness, we’re too needy, too raw.
He walks forward while his tongue invades my mouth, stealing my soul with every swipe of his tongue.
My body is a live wire, primed and sensitive to every one of his touches.
Every kiss and grasp is so much more intense than in my dreams, every sensation full and complete instead of muted. His scent surrounds me, and I can taste the faint, sharp bite of ginger on his tongue.
He tastes like cookies. The cookies he made me.
I push the thought away. It’s too much to deal with right now, too emotional.
He’ll always come for me. We have time.
He pulls back from me and hisses, pressing me back against a tree and grinding his cock against my core.
“You’re not a little slut for me just in your dreams, are you?” he whispers, leaning in so the words ghost over my neck and ear. “You’re so fucking wet for your monster that you’re leaking through my jeans.”
Fuck. Embarrassment floods through me, but it’s nothing compared to the wave of arousal that drags me under.
“Need you,” I whimper.
My scalp stings anew as he releases my hair, moving instead to tease the wetness between my legs with his long, sharp claw.
He grazes the fabric, so lightly that the sensation should barely transfer to my cunt, but it tickles my sensitive skin, making me squirm.
With a snarl, he clenches his hand, grasping and ripping my leggings away until the freezing winter air smacks against my sopping center.
He slides one finger up the side of my lip, and I hiss when the sharp tip slices into my skin.
Seth meets my eyes, searching and frantic. “Did I hurt you?” He shifts to look down, growling, his mouth dropping open as he looks at his claw, glistening with the faint smear of my blood. He’s so sharp that the pain fades quickly, and I grab his chin to tilt his head up to me.
“I’m fine.” I smirk. “Your finger is a poor substitute for your cock, anyway.”
I’m shocked at the words coming out of my mouth, but they seem to have the desired effect. Dropping me down so that my feet rest on the ground, he backs away. I’m grateful for the tree behind me, because I’m dizzy and weak from wanting him.
“It’s not fine, Princess.” He unfastens his pants, revealing a tempting “V” indentation leading straight to his—
My brain shorts out.
I knew it would be big. I anticipated it would be the dark grey of his skin, and I’m not even shocked to see that it brightens to the bright, blood red of his tongue.
The shape of it is shocking. Honestly, I’m struggling to make sense of it.
Around the base, there are several large, bulbous swells, which give way to a long, thick shaft.
The top has several sections almost reminiscent of plating that lead to a slightly pointed tip.
Along the sides and bottom are several bumps, as if he has pearls under his skin.
Seth grasps near his head, pulling back his foreskin to reveal the saturated red head concealed within. The little beads beneath his skin stay in place as he pulls, and I lick my lips, watching as the skin glides over them with ease.
He’s thick and veined, and maybe he’s not quite the size of my forearm, but it’s still large enough to give me pause.
Seth shifts, and my eyes bug out when I see it in profile.
The underside has the pronounced vein I expect, but the entire bottom profile is swollen, until it’s almost as wide as the swelling at his base.
“It’s not fine, Princess, because you aren’t ready to take me yet.”
Okay, he has a point there. Honestly, I’m not sure how that will fit inside me, but I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.
With the grace of a predator, he stalks toward me, scooping his arms under my legs and lifting me in a smooth motion.
He braces my back against the tree once more and settles my legs on his shoulders.
Seth smiles up at me, and his long red tongue snakes out to slip between my folds, lapping up the little drips of blood.
“I shouldn’t love how you taste like this…” he hums, though it obviously doesn’t bother him enough to stop.
With that dexterous tongue, he slips up through my wetness to bump against my clit.
“Seth!” I scream, because it’s more textured than a human tongue, and it’s almost too much.
Almost.
Humming his pleasure, Seth sucks my clit between his lips, and I buck into his mouth. I’m so close, and he knows just how to make me shatter.
Instead of letting me come, he pulls back, seemingly reluctant to leave.
He meets my eyes, raising his hand to his mouth and neatly nipping off two of his claws.
That done, he slides them across his chest and grunts when they are still sharp enough to scratch.
Refusing to look away from me, he reaches his long arm to the forest floor, rummaging around until he comes up with a rock.
I watch as he runs those too-sharp claws over the rock, grinding them blunt.
Though he’s watching his hand, his tongue slips back to me. It’s almost as if it has a mind of its own… and it wants me.
Once he’s satisfied and I’m whimpering from the sustained attention of his tongue, he nods, wipes his hand on his pants, and brings his fingers to his mouth. He sucks on them, coating them in saliva and cleaning them before bringing them back to my core.
It seems Seth isn’t in the mood to fuck around, because he doesn’t bother with one finger, instead pressing both thick fingers inside.
They are so big, he has to use some pressure to get them in. Every inch I swallow feels like a victory, and I’m rewarded with heightening pleasure.
“Look at you, taking my fingers so sweetly.”
Both of us are locked in, watching his thick fingers pump in and out of me. Creamy liquid coats his fingers, and every time he pulls them out there’s an obscene sucking sound. My body wants him and will do anything to keep him there.
Breaking his stare, he sucks my clit once more, snapping any tether I had to reality.
My mouth drops open in a silent scream as he draws pleasure from me in clenching, needy surges.
I squeeze my eyes shut, limiting my sensations so I can focus all of my attention on where he’s undoing me.
I shake and shudder, releasing high-pitched whimpers that I’ve never heard before, helpless against the onslaught of feeling.
As I come back to myself, Seth pulls away, slipping his fingers out of me to slide them over his thick cock. The sheen of my wetness coats him, and I’m twisting to ensure I have the best view.
I don’t have long to gape. Seth removes my legs from his shoulders so that I slide down the front of his body until his massive cock nudges my entrance. It’s going to be a tight fit, I can already tell.
But I need it inside me like I need air, so I press down, begging to be filled.