Primal

Chapter Six

“Prove it.”

Two words. Fucking challenge she shouldn’t have thrown at me. Not with her skirt rucked up and her thighs still trembling.

Her chest’s heaving. Nipples peaked. Lips raw and swollen. Skin flushed—and yeah, those marks on her ass.

Fuck. She’s a mess. My beautiful mess.

And she dares me.

Like I haven’t spent the last hour stalking her through these woods, watching her jump at every shadow. Like I didn’t have to stand there while some prick mauled her against a tree.

Like I didn’t fucking lose it when she moaned and arched into him.

I fist her hair, yanking until her throat’s bared in a long, vulnerable line. The voice modulator turns my growl into something inhuman. “You don’t get to tease me, little fox.” My free hand drags down her side. “Not after you let him taste you.”

Her laugh is reckless, wild. “Jealous?”

I pin her wrists in one hand. Cage her with my body.

“Let’s see if I can fit inside that bratty mouth.” I drag my thumb over her clit just to feel her jerk. “Since you love running it so fucking much.”

She squirms, panting, “Try it. See what happens.”

I go still. Let the silence stretch.

My fingers thrust deep, curling. “How are you ever gonna learn to be good if you’re so filthy?”

She snaps her teeth. Misses me by millimeters, her eyes alight.

“Let’s start with the tip, hmm? Get you used to the feeling.”

I run my thumb over her lower lip—silky, soft, a little chapped. Her pupils dilate, black swallowing the green as she glares back.

“You gonna be a good little slut for me?” I ask—as if she has a choice.

As if she ever did.

“Go to hell—”

I dig my fingers into the hinge of her jaw. “Let me rephrase.”

I push her down.

Her knees hit the ground. Left. Right.

“Bite me and see what happens.”

Her mouth opens.

I shove myself in before she can sass back.

“There we go,” I rasp.

Finally. Should’ve known her mouth would be this perfect.

I’m only an inch in—enough for her to suck on the tip while my fingers sink into her hair. She tries to take more.

My fist tightens, holding her in place.

She gazes up at me through those lashes. Face shadowed. Eyes lit by moonlight—wide and fierce.

“Nice and easy, baby girl,” I croon, sliding in and out—never past that sweet, greedy tongue. “Learn the taste.”

The sound she makes—half protest, half plea—is fucking heaven. The heat’s almost enough to finish me.

My fingers curl in her hair again. “That’s it.”

Head bobbing. Hands digging into my thighs. Yeah.

I let her have control—for one long, indulgent minute—until she pulls off.

“Open,” I growl.

This time, she obeys eagerly.

I don’t give her time to brace. Just thrust all the way in. Her gag reflex kicks in immediately, all sloppy.

I hold her head steady.

“Breathe through your nose, little fox,” I rumble, thumb stroking her cheek. “You wanted this. Now take it.”

She glares up at me, but her tongue flicks—once—against the underside. That maddening pressure. The way her lips catch on every ridge.

“Goddamn, you’re perfect.”

She pulls back. My cock glistening with her spit. “Yeah? You’re easy.”

I should punish her for that. Instead, I laugh. “Liar.” My thumb swipes over her bottom lip. “You’re shaking.”

She is. Fine tremors in her legs, her breath hitching around me. But her eyes? Pure fucking fire.

I push in again. My cock hits the back of her throat. “You like how that feels?”

She moans around me.

“You love being a good girl, huh? It’s okay. I’ve seen your search history.”

She freezes.

Fuck. Said too much.

Her eyes narrow. That brilliant, infuriating brain is already putting together the puzzle I didn’t mean to hand her.

I haul her up by the hair, her gasp strangled as I spin her and force her headlong into the tree. Her back arches, skirt bunched high, ass flushed red, pressing into me like she knows exactly what I want—and dares me to take it.

“Two choices,” I growl. “You can keep that smart mouth shut”—I shove my jeans down and drag my cock through her slick—“or I can wreck you so thoroughly all you’ll do is scream.”

She bucks against me.

I rock forward, enough to make her shiver. “Last chance to safeword.”

Of all thirty prey, Payton’s is the most absurd.

“Do you even remember it?” I rub against her, tormenting us both. Letting her feel every inch of how hard I am for her.

Fuck, she’s a fever dream in flesh.

“Still mute?” My cock—only the tip, swollen and mean—slides right into where she’s throbbing for it. “Super”—I murmur against her skin, grinding in bit by bit—“cali—fragi—”

“I know,” she snaps over her shoulder.

“Good girl.” I slam into her in one rough thrust, burying myself deep inside. Tight. Wet. And fucking mine.

The sound she makes—surprise and bliss tangled in one—nearly unravels me.

“Fuck,” I groan, forehead dropping between her shoulder blades.

Her pussy’s working me in these greedy little spasms. She’s so close. I feel it in every clench. Trying to drag me under before she breaks.

I pull out almost all the way. Drive back in harder. “That’s it. Take it.”

And she does, thrust after thrust. Deeper. Rougher.

She claws at the tree, hips slamming back like she’s chasing every inch—matching my rhythm with a desperation that pisses me off.

“Look at you.” I sneer. “That all it takes? A mask and a hard cock?”

No jab. No ‘fuck you.’

“Tell me,” I grit out. “You enjoy being fucked like this?”

She stares over her shoulder—as if this dime-store Ghostface is something holy. Shakes her head.

Stubborn little brat.

“You love it.” I circle her clit, mirroring every punishing drive. “Love getting wrecked. Love how fucking big I feel inside you.”

A whimper slips free.

I don’t let up. “You can’t even think when I’m pounding you this deep.”

Her whole body tightens.

“Come,” I order.

And fuck if her tight little cunt doesn’t obey—pulsing, milking me—spine arched as she bites her wrist to muffle the scream.

I rip her hand away. “No hiding. Let me hear you.”

She sobs—wrecked and radiant, still taking everything I give her.

My balls tighten. My grip turns bruising. “Where you want it?”

She grinds back harder.

Greedy girl.

One quick rotation and she’s airborne before the tree catches her. My arm bands under her knee, the other hand fisting her hair. Her legs wrap around me, breath hot and ragged against my mask. I thrust up into her, the angle brutal, her cunt still fluttering.

“Nngghh—” Her nails dig into my shoulders. “You’re—ah—deeper—”

“Want my cum?” I snap my hips harder, watching her unravel.

Her head thuds back against the tree. “Yes …”

“Then beg for it.”

Her eyes go feral with that ‘Fuck you’ look. She shoves the hood back.

No.

The mask slips off in one vicious tug—and the world’s suddenly way too bright.

Her mouth opens. Nothing comes out. She glares like she’s peeling back every lie I’ve ever told. Every single one.

And I’m still buried inside her.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

I tense for the slap. The scream. The ‘I’ll fucking kill you’ she’s earned the right to spit in my face.

“Payton …”

“Shut up.” Her arms lock around my neck. “Fuck me like you mean it, Ghostface.”

I squeeze her ass, haul her down. Pound into her like I’m carving myself into her bones.

She surges up. Her mouth crashes into mine. The growl that tears from her throat is pure fucking combat. Daring me to stop.

I don’t.

I can’t.

She arches into it. Every thrust. Her pussy fluttering around me. When she comes again—

It’s my name on her lips.

Not Ghostface’s.

Not some stranger’s.

Mine.

I lose it. All I feel is her.

White-hot rush. Heaven, earth, fire—obliterated in a single breath.

A groan rumbles through my chest as I spill inside her—thick, savage bursts. A year of stolen glances. Tracking her every move. Waking up hard and furious because I let her laughter carry across the street.

Now? She’s dripping with me. Her sweet cunt molded to the shape of my cock.

She’s so tight, still clenching, her body greedy even as she glares up at me.

Every pulse of my release drags a whimper from her—“Fuck, Kade…”—her nails biting into my shoulders.

My vision fractures. The slick grip of her around me, her tits heaving against my chest, the ‘Mine mine mine’ howling through my skull.

I collapse forward, forehead pressed to hers. Our breath tangles. Her lashes flutter, and I’m braced for teeth, tongue, or both.

“Figures,” she gasps. “Only a nerd fucks this good and looks like he’s calculating the hypotenuse.”

“Guess that makes me the only equation you’ll ever fucking need.” I press kisses along her jaw. “Better start studying, little fox.”

She scoffs, breathless, still catching up. “Please. I aced AP calculus. You’re just long division with extra steps.”

I chuckle against her throat, my cock twitching inside her. “Long being the key word.”

Her laugh shatters against my collarbone—sharp edges turning liquid as I drag my hips in a slow, merciless circle.

“God,” she moans.

“God’s not here tonight. Only monsters.” I rock into her one last time—deep, tender, filthy. Then, inch by inch, I ease out, slow enough to savor every quiver.

I lean down, breath warm against her ear. “And this monster? He’s not done with you yet.”

Her shudder is all I need.

I lower us to the moss. Her back against my chest. My arms around her waist.

She shifts, meets my gaze. “You’re really bad at neighborly small talk.”

“And you’re lucky I caught you. Someone else might’ve been less motivated.”

She snorts. “So … how’d you end up here? Thought you were supposed to be helping Max with the haunted garage thing.”

“Got better shit to do than babysit.”

Her eyes crinkle at the corners. The rest of her face? Guarded. She’ll say something. I know it. Piss me off or turn me on. Sometimes both.

“Like what? Scaring me senseless in the woods?”

“Exactly. You’re a goddamn riot to hunt.”

And to stalk. No need to tell her—unless she ends up in my basement someday.

“With that bargain-bin mask?” She snickers. “Couldn’t even commit to being a badass slasher, huh? Also—watch for tree roots, really?”

“Wouldn’t want you to trip before the fun even started. As for the mask—”

“Ohmygod.” She leans in, eyes sparkling. “You actually stabbed that guy.”

“He’ll live.”

She gives me a look. “You’re not gonna get in trouble?”

“The Verge’s got a ‘no lawsuits, no questions’ policy. Besides”—my teeth graze her earlobe—“guy was handsy with what’s mine.”

“Kade.” She swallows. “You wanna know why I came here?”

I already do. I’ve read her texts. Seen the way she bites her lip, scrolling through Brett Tanner’s Instagram at 2 am.

“I just went through a bad breakup. And I’m—”

“Looking for a distraction,” I cut her off. “Got it.”

Her fingers trace idle patterns on my stomach. I catch her wrist before she can drift lower.

“What? Scared I’ll find your ‘power’ button?”

I nip her knuckles. “You already pressed it.”

She rolls her eyes, fingers skating down until they graze the jagged slash above my hip.

I go rigid.

She doesn’t notice, too busy tracing the scar’s raised edge. “Did you get stabbed or something?”

“Belt buckle.”

“Kinky.” She snorts. “No, really, how’d you get it?”

I could lie. Feed her some bullshit.

The truth spills out instead. “My mother wrapped the pickup around a goddamn pole two blocks from our house. Lucky Max called me from her phone. He was bleeding out in the backseat. Used my belt as a tourniquet.”

“Oh, God. I’m so sorry, Kade.”

“Mom wasn’t. She was fucking wasted.” I laugh. “Hell, maybe she even did it on purpose.”

“You think she—”

“I think some people don’t deserve to have kids,” I snap, rolling off Payton.

She sits up. “That’s why you stay. For Max.”

I don’t answer. Don’t have to.

“You covered it up,” she murmurs.

I smirk, hollow. “Some monsters don’t get tragic backstories. Just glow-in-the-dark paint and a cheap mask.”

She leans down.

I feel her breath first. Then her lips brush the scar—gentle, like an apology.

I tilt her face up. “Don’t.”

She smirks. “Too late. Already did.”

I flip her beneath me—moss compressing under our weight, her wrists locked in my fist before she can land a hit. The air hangs heavy around us—pine resin, sweat, and freshly fucked trouble.

“You think one kiss makes me soft?”

She arches, testing my grip. “Oh? Gonna punish me for caring?”

“Gonna reward you.” I drag my teeth down her throat, lingering over her pulse. “That waiver of yours? We’re working through it alphabetically. Starting with”—my hand slides between her legs—“how many times I can make you come before you forget your own name.”

“Bold words for a guy who just finished.”

“Give me two minutes. Think you can last that long without begging?”

She bucks against my touch. “Make me.”

“Oh, I will.” I yank her upright, crushing her against me. “But first?” I bite her earlobe. “Tell me what you really want next.”

Her nails dig into my shoulders. “What do you want?”

“Your ass.” I growl the words into her mouth. “My cock. You screaming into my palm as I stretch you open.”

She shivers, but her grin is pure sin. “Not without lube! Guess you’d better go find my backpack then.”

“Nice try.” I swat her ass. “Stay and take what I give you. Or go fetch it yourself. Either way, you’re getting wrecked.”

She pouts. “Or maybe ...” Her fingers trail down my chest. “I’ll stumble into some other hunter …”

I kiss her—hard—before pulling away. “Stay. Put.”

The mask swallows my expression as I slip it back over my head. What’s left is the thing she summoned.

“If I catch you wandering,” I growl through the modulator, “I’ll tie you to this tree and fuck you so deep you’ll forget why you ever needed that backpack.”

That goddamn smirk stays intact. “Yes, sir.”

I grab my knife and stalk off—before I ruin her six ways to hell.