Page 36 of Captive Wilderness
The water woke me up but didn’t stymie my desire. I did a lap to the rotor blade and back, then pulled myself up onto the dock. Lying on my back, the hard wood pressed into my spine and ass, and the sun dried me from above.
She’d asked where I’d come from. I knew it was rude to shut down her questions like that, but I didn’t like thinking too much about Goldenlach Ridge. My hometown held the memories of everything I’d escaped from, each horrible event that had happened because of me. I had blood on my hands, and it kept me up most nights.
I’d moved out here to be alone, to keep others safe from me and the rabid animal that took over my body. I’d studied meditation, breathing exercises, Eastern philosophies, and yoga to contain the beast. A few days ago, I would have said I had everything under control. A few days ago, I might have even been so bold to say I could take another chance at living in civilization.
Then she landed on my doorstep and changed everything.
My control hung on by a thread. Especially when she looked at me with hungry eyes or flashed her ass at me. She’d been going around all day wearing only my shirt and nothing else. Every time she’d entered my line of sight, I’d wanted to take her or reach under that shirt and give her pleasure. The shower took longer to construct than it should have because I’d been distracted by her watchful eyes.
Thinking about it now wasn’t helping any. I was becoming hard even though my limbs were chilled from the cold water. Exercise usually focused me. I’d chop some wood. Satisfied with that course of action, I hopped up, found my underwear and jeans at the top of the dock, and pulled them on.
Rounding the back of the cabin, a splash of water made me pause mid-step. She didn’t moan this time, so at least that was something. I continued on to the chopping stump. Once I set a new log on the stump, I grabbed my ax.
Thwack.It split in two. I took the one piece and chopped it in half. I continued to chop wood until I created a small pile of adequate-sized logs. I placed another large log on the stump.Thwack.Two more laid in pieces around my feet before I realized the water in the shower wasn’t splashing anymore. I stiffened, a tingling awareness traveling up my spine.
A light thread of her scent curled its way to me on the breeze. I turned. Part of the tarp was open. It hadn’t been like that before. Brooke was watching me, all wet and glistening. One hand was on her breast, the other between her legs. Her lips were parted, her eyes heated.
My ax clattered to the ground. I stalked toward her.
Her movements stilled. I swiped the tarp aside in a crackle of plastic. Her hair hung over one shoulder, exposing the bite I’d given her. A possessive growl tore from my chest.
She took a step back until the cabin’s wall pressed against her spine and she had no other place to go. Soap suds clung to her shoulders and breasts. I grabbed her hand, the one between her legs, and lifted it to my face. It smelled like heat and her distinctive scent. With long strokes of my tongue, I licked her fingers clean.
Her breath hitched in her throat, her eyelids lowering with desire. That mesmerizing purr began low in her throat, then erupted through her body.
I’d unbuttoned my jeans to free my cock and lifted her up against cabin wall before either of us could take another breath. A combined groan emerged from our chests as I entered her. I savored the sensation of sliding deep within her warm body, dragged it out into one slow and smooth movement. Legs wrapped around my hips, she sheathed me perfectly, taking all of my length.
My arms held her close. It was like a homecoming, like sweetness and contentment entwined together. I pressed my face into her temple, inhaling deep. She smelled of soap and woman and heat.
As I moved within her, the bear inside me surfaced. Dropping my head, I licked the marks I’d already given her. Her breath caught. The pulse at her throat throbbed beneath my tongue.
I fucked her slow. She moaned, her fingernails digging into my shoulders, her teeth scraping my collarbone.
“Why do I want to bite you?” Her fingers dug into my hair on a gasp. “Why do I want you to keep biting me?”
The bear inside me took her questions as acceptance and permission. My jaw clamped on the sensitive flesh of her shoulder, inside the arched marks I’d already given her, then I increased my pace.
She turned her head enough to flick her tongue over the shell of my ear. My bite tightened.
“Oh, fuck.” It was like the words were ripped from her chest. “Why does this feel so good?”
My growl echoed her sentiment. A frenzy building inside me, I slammed into her again and again. Her body clenched around me. Bracing her securely against the wall, I freed my one hand to slide between our bodies and find her clit. I needed to satisfy my mate as much as possible. The little nub was swollen and begging for my touch.
She ground into me. “Right there. Don’t stop.”
I didn’t think I could stop to save my life.
And I couldn’t let go of her neck. Not when I was pumping inside her, and she’d told me she wanted to bite me too, and little tremors of pleasure wracked through her hot little body. I recognized the feeling inside me as ownership, possessive.
Mine.
“Yes,” she moaned in my ear right before she came.
The way her body tightened around me forced me over the edge. Three more frantic thrusts and I came inside her. I kept hold of her neck as my body shuddered on and on. I’d never come so hard in my life. It felt like I gave her everything.Everything.
Slowly, I returned to myself. I relaxed my jaw and let go of the flesh at her shoulder. The impression I’d left behind was deep, seared into her skin. It arched inside the first bite I’d given her, semicircles within semicircles.
Was she okay? Did these marks cause her pain? I pressed my tongue flat against the wounds, then kissed them. Another purr vibrated through her chest. The sound went right to my cock. She wouldn’t be purring if she was angry or hurt. When I gave her one more thrust, she gasped.
