Elsbeth #3
Something wraps around my ankle and all my momentum slams me to the ground.
I should stumble or even roll across the path, but I don’t.
Out of self-defense, my eyes shut tight as the world topples over me.
My head is whipped around but saved from hitting anything by whatever force snatched me out of thin air.
Tendrils of roots curl and tighten around my torso, thighs, and arms to cradle me into the earth. I should panic, but something about this feels safe. The upturned soil is warmer than the air kissing my exposed skin.
Hot human fingers touch my cheek and I open my eyes. Maddox’s blond hair is a thin halo around his face as he gazes down at me with the most satisfied grin. He’s hovering over me on his hands and knees with one of his thighs positioned between my caged legs.
“Look at you.” He’s panting. His chest expands and caves, but I doubt it’s due to the run. “Perfectly filthy for me.”
“Let me go, Maddox,” I grit out, but there’s no fight left.
“You want release.” It’s not a question.
I nod.
“You need it.” Another statement.
I look up into his eyes, silently pleading for him to have mercy.
His hand smooths down my face to my sternum. He holds his palm there, closes his eyes.
“Your heart is beating so fast.”
“Maddox, please.” I try to wiggle free from the magic holding me in place. “I just need to . . .”
He rises and watches his hand rove down my now stained and ripped shirt. The pad of his middle finger dips into my naval before moving lower.
“What do you need, Elsbeth?” There is so much emotion in his voice that I can’t tell if he’s close to tears or coming in his pants. And with the way his gaze is glued to my panties, I’m right there with him. “Tell me.”
I bite my lip. It’s not that easy. It can’t be. Not after all these men have put me through tonight. I look up at the sky overhead. The waxing moon hangs behind a layer of mist and thick clouds, but her light still finds me.
Maddox plays with the elastic of my panties. They’re useless and I can’t wait to be rid of them.
“Touch me,” I finally say and wait for the rejection to come.
“Here?” he whispers, fingers dipping into my waistband before he finds my clit with his thumb.
I whimper with gratitude. The relief of being touched intentionally and carefully takes away every other fear. He circles the aching nerves and I arch my back.
“More.” I moan.
A long, slim finger slips inside of me, filling me with the pressure I’ve been craving.
“More,” I repeat, and he inserts another digit to spread me open. “Yes. Oh, gods, more.”
He lowers his face to mine. “Are you sure?”
My arms pull against their restraints. I want to wrap them around his neck and ride his hand until I’m writhing, but it’s no use. I’m ensnared in the magic he holds over nature. Over me.
“Yes. Fuck. Yes. More.”
He gently presses his brow to mine. “Finally.”
I hear the rip of fabric and the rush of cold air against my bare cunt.
His shoulders ease with some kind of relief, but his fingers leave me empty.
Before I can protest, thick, warm pressure covers my entrance.
His cock pushes inside of me. Every thick inch fills me and steals my breath.
I look down to see his waist bare. Thorny vines are tangled around his torso, keeping his shirt up after pulling his slacks down his thighs.
The strangling whips of vines cut into his delicate flesh. Thin lines of blood break through the pink skin of his belly and chest. Leaves hug his skin like small tongues lapping up the bright red essence that spills over.
And I finally see what his true game is. He’s showing me that even now, I have all the control.
I watch him pull his hips back, only to thrust hard into me.
His head dips to the crook of my neck as he pounds into me.
My body is pushed into the welcoming soil with every blow.
Gazing up to the sky, I watch the clouds part, and the promise of an orgasm is so close.
The constraints around my arms fall away and I immediately dig my nails into the exposed skin on his lower back.
The muscles in his stomach start to ripple against me.
We’re both close to climax and suddenly, the only thing that will feed the ravenous hunger building between my hips is his unquestionable surrender.
I turn my face so that my lips are pressed to the shell of his ear.
“Don’t stop, Maddox. Come for me. I need you to come.
” He throbs inside of me and the sensation is too much. I’m so close. “Don’t stop.”
My hard-earned release fills my body with warmth and crushing pleasure. My pussy grips his cock, begging for him to follow me over the edge. As the orgasm ebbs, wisps of magic in my core reach out to his, coaxing it out to fill me. But he holds back.
“Maddox,” I whine. My muscles are slack and euphoria has waned to exhaustion.
He lifts to pull his still hard, pulsating cock out of me. Shocked, I watch him sit up on his knees. The marks from the vines disappear under his shirt. He pulls his pants up, tucking his erection into his waistband, then gets to his feet.
Casually, he reaches down to offer me his hand. “Finders keepers.”