Chapter 18 #3
“Bazdmeg!” I hissed, driving in harder, our tempo picking up, sweat dripping down my back as I plowed into her.
Her hands cupped my ass, spreading me, her finger rubbing through and into my ass, hitting nerves which made me almost buckle, before slipping forward and gripping my balls from behind.
She bit into my neck, a cat-like growl coming from her throat.
A moan tore apart my throat, and my head reared back, baying. She matched my viciousness, upping my drive like a madman. Cries of my name bellowed from her under my unrelenting drive, her wetness echoing off the bark and sky, her nails cut into my back, her groans sounding more and more like a cat.
Gripping her throat, I stared down into her eyes, watching them darken as I fucked her harder. The ground rumbled as tanks moved over the land across the road. Pulling out of her, I flipped her over, making her flat with the ground, the earth shaking as I crawled over her, pushing back into her.
“Scorpion!” Her nails tore into the leaves and dirt, feeling the tremor rattle through her body, against her core and into mine.
My hand lifted, spanking her ass. “That’s for almost getting caught.”
“Oh gods! I’m going to come.”
“No.” I spanked her again, getting closer to her clit. Her body shook under me. “Not until I tell you, little viper.”
Tanks and vehicles could be heard getting on the road only yards away from us, quaking the ground, going through us like an electrical current. My dick rammed into her as I rubbed her clit again.
A yowl spat from her lips, and she bucked against me. My girl was all feral. She clawed back into my thighs, her nails raking up, tearing into the skin, teetering me off the ledge.
“Vedd a cum!” Take my cum. I ordered, feeling my balls squeezing. She cried out, her pussy clamping around me, milking me so hard, I couldn’t stop my release if I tried. Roaring, I spilled into her, my hips still slamming into her, pushing in as far as I could.
Hanna screamed, another orgasm tearing through her, squeezing me harder.
Most people experience their own orgasm, but it was as if I could feel hers as well. The strength of it exploded more pleasure through me. There was nothing like it. It was a high I couldn’t find words for and a feeling in my gut I didn’t want to consider.
It was several moments before I came back to myself, my body slumped over hers, both of us gasping for air, her pussy still pulling every last bit from me.
My head swam, my body feeling like it had been wrung out and buzzing with drugs at the same time.
Hanna sucked in air, staring off at nothing, her muscles twitching under me. Her eyes were still dark, the wild cat not far from the surface, which hardened me inside her again. This girl was far from the missionary type I figured she was.
“That was . . .” The words stopped, unable to find a sentiment for whatever just happened.
Hanna didn’t move or respond, her lungs gasping.
“Hey.” I lifted some of my weight off her, brushing back hair from her eyes. “You all right?”
She blinked, her expression dazed.
“Hann—”
Louder shouts came from Markos’s camp. This time I felt the urgency in their nearness, the possibility someone heard us. Felt us. We needed to get the hell out of here.
“We’ve got to go, little viper.” My dick slid out of her as I pulled back, and I instantly wanted to go back in. Take her again, this time slower and painstakingly.
Reaching for her, I helped her up, both of us covered in dirt, leaves, and sex. Quickly, we got dressed, knowing everyone at our camp was probably ready to kill us or had already taken off. She turned to head for our group, but I grabbed her arm, stopping her, her silence bothering me.
“You sure you’re okay?” I stepped up, plucking a leaf from her hair. “Did I hurt you?”
“I’m fine.” She nodded, but something in her detached tone prickled at the back of my neck. “We better go.”
I nodded in agreement, both of us jogging back, but the whole time, I felt that what just happened between us took her farther away from me, not closer.
The moment we came upon our camp, I could feel the restless energy and ire. Warwick waited on his bike, boiled in restless, agitated energy. Probably outvoted to leave us behind.
“Where the fuck have you been?” Birdie shouted, her arms flying as we ran up. Her anger and worry slipped off her face into shock, her mouth forming an O shape, taking in our appearance and most likely our smell. Her gaze moved up and down both of us. “Are you kidding me?”
“Don’t,” I muttered, wanting to shield Hanna from scrutiny, to take all the blame.
“Seriously?” Wesley laughed sardonically, his head shaking. “Because right now with the enemy only feet away was a good time.”
Hanna’s head bowed, her cheeks flushing pink.
I shot Wesley a look, grabbing the handlebars of my bike and throwing my leg over. “Let’s just go.”
Warwick instantly revved his engine, taking off, Ash and Lukas right behind.
Hanna climbed on behind me, holding onto my waist, but I could feel the distance. The regret. The desire to be anywhere else but with me. To run away.
It pissed me off.
My throat tightened, struggling to swallow, a realization turning into fear. Because for the first time in the many centuries I had lived, keeping sex separate from my life and never getting together with anyone in my circle, I didn’t want to run.