Page 75 of Come for Me
“Is it?” He stalks forward, lifting his eyebrow as he cocks his head. “You think I’d ever let you go? You belong tome, Alaina.” He licks his lips at me, a predator salivating for its prey.
My wolf purrs at such a possessive act.
Fuck, why am I like this?
I blink rapidly, my lips trembling.
He was never really done with me.Relief washes over the fear and heartache. My heart starts picking up its own broken pieces.
Dax reaches for me, and I swat his hand away. He let me believe he was done with me, that I was being cast away in the most humiliating way.He doesn’t get to just come back like nothing happened.
“I didn’t say you could have me.” I lean my head back against the familiar boulder.
Once again, yet under entirely different circumstances, he has pinned me against the same stone where I met him during the Hunt, looming over me.
He stares at me. “I didn’t ask.”
Swiftly, I’m up in his arms, my legs wrapped around his waist. He slides his nose from my ear down my jawline to where my mark is. Nipping and trailing light kisses along the way, until he sinks his teeth into my mark. The slow, sunken bite is a stark contrast to tender caresses.
I gasp and claw up his back, while the other hand grabs his nape. The most pleasurable burn supersedes the pulsing pressure and tingling sensation as his teeth sink into my neck and mark my soul. He growls before lifting his canines out of me.
“You’re mine.” He sucks and licks at the spot and then walks with me in his arms to a nearby tree. When he crashes his lips onto mine hard, I can already tell they’ll bruise come morning.
Our tongues dance as they slide and caress each other.
Everything after is a blur. He enters me, not waiting for my body to adjust, and hammers into me, an animalistic claim. Suddenly, the tree bark scratches my back as I’m thrusted upward. My werewolf abilities heal the scratches as quickly as the bark inflicts another stinging bite, a perfect cocktail of pain and pleasure driving me up further toward release.
“You’re fucking mine. Say it,” he growls.
“I’m yours!” I gasp in ecstasy. “I’m yours, Dax, I’m yours.”
I’m meeting him thrust for thrust, getting closer to the edge.Just a little more...
He stops and searches my face. I’m panting, my thighs and ass slowly unclenching as the orgasm dissipates. His eyes flash gold and narrow. He leans into me and grits out, “I don’t believe you.”
His alpha king voice is evident, meant to invoke fear and intimidation, and in some ways, it does. In other ways... it sparks something deep in my core.
My back is pulled away from the bark, and the tingles from the healing properties sizzle on my back like sparklers, causingme to hiss at the soft electric shocking my skin. Cool blades of grass kiss my skin in the breeze, and the sparks subside.
He towers over me with his large frame and leaves trails of kisses down my body. Throwing my legs over his shoulders, he bites down on my clit, and I gasp. The sting of his bite payback for the name I dared to echo.
His lips devour me, tongue flicking my aching, pulsing nub. Feelings and sounds from us breathing, moaning, and him sucking on my flesh echoing in the woods only amps me up further. He drags his hand up my stomach and splays it over my breast, moving in circles. The vibration of his moan sends me further toward the edge.
Oh, keep it right there.
When he stops, I cry out in frustration. Face glistening with my juices and licking his lips, he sits up. He wipes my juices from his mouth and wipes my arousal lazily over my face. I let him.
“So beautiful,” he says. He grabs my chin between his fingers, pursing my lips together, and lays a kiss on mine softly, tasting the mess he’s made of me. Our lips make that suction noise as his lips leave mine, and he pats my cheek. “Good fucking girl.”
With only one of my legs over his shoulder, his manhood centimeters from my entrance, he strokes himself as he stares down at me. He lays his hand on my mound, strumming my clit in circles with his thumb.
“Dax,” I say breathlessly, “please.”
I’m grinding my hips in search of friction, needing more. Instead of giving it to me, he smirks and chuckles, finding amusement in my pleas for release.
He leans down to my ear, his abs rippling. “I thought you said you didn’t need me?”
I can hear him smiling.
