Chapter 24 Gabe
GABE
My breath catches as her voice rings through the trees, those four words striking me like lightning.
“Come and get me.”
Blood rushes to my cock, already straining painfully against my pants since the moment she bolted from the cabin.
The thrill of pursuit has always stirred something dark within me, but this—watching Amelia flee barefoot through the forest, her torn blouse exposing flashes of pale skin in the moonlight—transcends every fantasy.
I move silently between trees, tracking her by sound and glimpses of movement. She isn’t running anymore. The realization makes me growl low in my throat, the sound distorted behind my mask.
She wants this.
My fingers flex and curl against my palms, imagining the feel of her flesh beneath them. How long has it been since I’ve claimed her? Too fucking long.
Through a gap in the pines, I spot her—standing defiantly in a small clearing, chest heaving, torn blouse hanging open. The moonlight paints her skin silver. She’s scanning the darkness, seeking me out even as she pretends to hide.
Little liar. Beautiful little liar.
I circle around, approaching from behind. My boots make no sound on the carpet of pine needles. Years of hunting have taught me patience and to savor this moment before the strike.
Her scent reaches me—her usual scent mixed with arousal. The combination sends a jolt straight to my groin. I know that smell. Her body betrays what her mind might deny.
Twenty feet.
Ten feet.
Five.
I can see the goosebumps rising on her exposed skin, the slight tremor in her shoulders. Not just from the cold.
“Did you really think you could hide from me?” I whisper, close enough for my breath to disturb the hair at the nape of her neck.
She stiffens but doesn’t scream, doesn’t run. Instead, she turns slowly to face me, moonlight catching the wild challenge in her eyes.
“Don’t touch me,” she hisses, voice quavering. But her pupils are blown wide, her chest heaving with more than just exertion.
I lunge forward, grabbing her wrists in one hand and pinning them above her head against a thick pine trunk. The leather mask distorts my laughter into something inhuman.
“Remember your safe words, Amelia,” I growl against her ear. “Red for stop. Yellow for slow. Green for more.” I bite her earlobe hard enough to make her gasp. “But I don’t think you want to stop, do you?”
“Fuck you,” she spits, struggling against my grip.
I tear what remains of her blouse from her body with my free hand, exposing her breasts to the night air. Her nipples harden instantly.
“Such a filthy mouth.” I cover it with my palm, feeling her hot breath against my skin. “I should put it to better use.”
She tries to knee me in the groin, but I anticipate it, trapping her leg between mine. The movement grinds our bodies together. Even through my jeans, I feel her heat.
“Stop pretending,” I rasp, sliding my hand from her mouth to her throat, applying just enough pressure to make her eyes widen. “Your body can’t lie to me.”
My other hand releases her wrists to roughly grab her breast, pinching her nipple until she arches against me involuntarily.
“Red—yellow—green,” I remind her again, voice strained with need. “Choose one.”
She stays silent, glaring at me with defiance and unmistakable desire.
I spin her around, forcing her face-first against the tree. The bark scrapes her tender skin as I yank her skirt up around her waist. Her panties are soaked through when I tear them aside.
“Look at you, dripping for me while fighting me.” I unbuckle my belt, the metal jingling in the quiet forest. “Such a fucking contradiction.”
My fingers dig into her hips, hard enough to leave marks. She struggles, her ass grinding against my erection.
I slide my fingers between her legs, gathering her wetness. She’s soaked, her body betraying what her mouth denies. From my back pocket, I produce a small tube of lube—I’ve come prepared for this hunt.
“No,” she gasps when she feels my slick finger circling her ass. “Not there. I don’t want—”
I push a finger in anyway, feeling the tight resistance. Her virgin territory. Mine to claim.
“Stop!” she cries, her body tensing. But no safe word follows. No red passes her lips.
I add a second finger, stretching her slowly. Her protests continue, but her hips push back against my hand, her body accepting what her mind pretends to fight.
“You’ve never been taken here,” I growl against her ear, scissoring my fingers, stretching her. “I’m going to be your first. Your last. Your only.”
“Please, don’t—” Her voice breaks, but still no safe word.
I withdraw my fingers and position myself at her entrance, the head of my cock pressing insistently against the tight ring of muscle. I pour more lube, coating myself generously.
“It’s too much,” she whimpers as I begin to push inside, meeting resistance.
Her back arches, trying to escape, but I hold her firmly against the tree. One hand grips her hip while the other tangles in her hair, yanking her head back to expose her throat.
“Take it,” I command, driving forward with steady pressure. “Take all of me in that tight virgin ass.”
A strangled cry escapes her as I breach her fully, buried to the hilt in her tight hole. The vise-like grip around my cock nearly undoes me. I stay motionless, letting her body adjust, feeling her tremble.
I hold myself still inside her, savoring the way her body grips me, watching her shoulders shake with each ragged breath.
“No,” she gasps again, the word escaping between clenched teeth. “Take it out.”
But her body tells a different story. Her ass clenches around me, drawing me deeper. The contradiction makes my blood sing.
“Liar,” I hiss into her ear, pulling back slightly before thrusting forward again. “Your mouth says no while your ass swallows my cock. Which one should I believe?”
She whimpers, her forehead pressing against the rough bark of the tree. I reach around, sliding my fingers between her legs to find her dripping. Soaked. Her cunt weeps with need even as she pretends resistance.
“Look at this,” I growl, bringing my glistening fingers before her face. “You’re making a fucking mess of the forest floor. All while telling me to stop.”
Her only response is a broken moan as I start moving in earnest, claiming her virgin ass with deep, measured strokes. The tight channel grips me like a vise, threatening to end this too soon.
“Say it again,” I demand, yanking her head back by her hair. “Tell me how you don’t want this while your body begs for more.”
“Stop,” she whispers unconvincingly, her hips pushing back to meet my next thrust.
I laugh, the sound distorted through my mask. My pace increases, driving into her with animal intensity. Her body yields to me completely now, accepting each savage thrust as I stake my claim on this final piece of her.
“Your first time,” I grunt, “being fucked in the ass, and it’s against a tree in the forest. Like the animals we are.”
Her only response is a sob of pleasure as my fingers find her clit, circling roughly in time with my thrusts. Her juices coat my hand as her body trembles on the edge.
“Mine,” I snarl, feeling her tighten around me. “Every. Fucking. Inch.”
I slide my fingers into her cunt, feeling the slick heat of her cunt while my cock stretches her ass. The sensation is fucking magnificent, feeling my own hard length through the thin barrier of flesh separating her holes.
“Feel that?” I growl against her ear, curling my fingers inside her pussy while keeping my cock buried deep in her ass. “I can feel myself inside you. Every. Fucking. Inch.”
Her body trembles, caught between my invading digits and my relentless cock. I work my fingers deeper, pressing against that thin wall, stroking my own cock through her internal tissues. The dual sensation makes her cry out, a broken sound of surrender.
“That’s it,” I snarl, pistoning my hips harder while my fingers match the rhythm. “Take it all. Both holes filled with me.”
The pressure builds as I fuck into her with savage intensity. My thumb finds her clit, circling roughly as my fingers curl inside her, seeking that spot that will break her completely.
“You’re going to come for me,” I command, feeling her inner walls fluttering around my fingers. “All over my hand. Now.”
Her body tenses, her ass gripping my cock in tight pulses as she screams. Warm liquid gushes over my hand, soaking my wrist as she squirts her release. The flood of her juices drips down her thighs, proof of her surrender.
“Fucking beautiful,” I groan, the sight of her complete surrender pushing me over the edge. My rhythm falters as my own orgasm builds. “Taking my cock in your virgin ass while you drench my hand with your cum.”
I drive deep one final time, emptying myself inside her with a primal roar. Hot spurts fill her ass as I mark her from the inside, claiming this last part of her as mine.
When the last aftershock subsides, I slowly withdraw, spinning her around to face me. Her eyes are glazed with pleasure and exertion. I raise my soaked hand to her face.
“Clean it,” I order, pressing my fingers against her lips. “Taste yourself.”
Her tongue darts out, tentatively at first, then with growing hunger as she licks her own arousal from my fingers and palm. I watch her pink tongue work between each digit, collecting every drop of her release.
Her eyes never leave mine. Even now, after everything, there’s defiance there—but something else too. Submission. Acceptance.
“Good girl,” I murmur, the words distorted behind my mask. “Such a good fucking girl for me.”
She shudders at the praise, her body responding even as conflict flashes across her face. I remove the mask, wanting her to see my expression.
“You ran,” I tell her, cupping her face with one hand, my thumb tracing her swollen bottom lip. “But you were never running away. You were running toward this. Toward what we both know you need.”
Her breath hitches. A single tear tracks down her cheek, but she doesn’t contradict me.
“My good girl,” I continue. “So perfect when you surrender. When you stop pretending.”
I help her stand upright, her legs trembling from exertion and release. The forest is silent around us, save for her uneven breathing. Moonlight filters through the branches, illuminating her naked torso, the marks from the tree bark creating abstract patterns across her pale skin.
“You’re mine now,” I tell her, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Not just your body. All of you. Your darkness. Your art. Your fucking soul.”
I gather her against me, feeling her heart hammering against my chest.
“And I have no intention of ever letting you go.”
She stiffens slightly in my arms but doesn’t pull away.
“You understand that, don’t you?” I lift her chin, forcing her to meet my eyes. “There’s no walking away from this. From me.”