Page 44 of Captive Wilderness
“Or the bathroom.” She rotated her hips again, adjusting until my strained cock pressed up against her entrance. “Or a dark corner.” Her tongue darted out to lick her bottom lip. “Then we’d go back to dancing and do it all over again.”
Images curled through me, echoing my emotions like a hot, living thing. I saw myself taking her from behind in a dark alley, like how we’d first mated. Rotating my hips, I slid inside her an inch.
Her breath hitched and eyes glazed. “I’d probably leave my underwear at home.”
I couldn’t hold back any longer. My hands dropping from her breasts to her hips, I held her immobile and thrust inside. We groaned together as she sheathed me. There was a moment where we held perfectly still, savoring the sensation of being fully joined.
The marks she’d given me tingled. She stiffened slightly, her eyes flying to those marks on my neck. For a second, she looked shocked, or horrified, like she was unsure of what had happened or how we came to be in the position we were in. I thrust my hips upward.
She gasped, her fingers flexing on my chest, then all the tension left her body. Rotating her hips, she closed her eyes and rode me until we both couldn’t think anymore.
21
BROOKE
The days blended togetherin a haze of constant lust for Kane. If it wasn’t burning me up from the inside out, it simmered below the surface, ready to ignite.
It was this strange slice of time, like the rest of the world didn’t exist outside of the cabin. Everything came down to the basics. We ate, we slept, we fucked. No, it wasn’t just fucking anymore. That’s what I used to do. With Kane, it had become something else. We’d become attune to each other. It wasn’t only about release. It was giving pleasure instead of taking what I needed.
Serenity came from our routine. Food prep, laundry, I was starting to feel like a frontier woman. Before I knew it, I’d be making soap and churning butter. The thought didn’t horrify me the way it would have before I came here.
There were some comforts as well. The subtle sounds of the forest were soothing. They calmed me in a way I’d never allowed. While the nights were cold, the cabin was warm, and the noonday sun banished the chill in the air. As long as I heated water on the pot belly stove, I could have a hot shower every day.
But no matter what tranquility I’d discovered being here, it made me sad thinking about how lonely Kane’s life must have been before I arrived. He’d given up everything due to his fear of harming others.
I watched him now while I sat in the chair on the front landing, a coffee mug cradled in my hands. His shirt was off, and he’d cut a bunch of birch branches. They lay in a leafy stack next to him. Holding a knife in one hand, he stripped the smaller branches off, leaving behind long poles an inch or two in diameter. I had no idea what he was going to do with them.
The ambient quiet of the forest surrounded us, and I breathed the cool air in. My heat had peaked and now waned with each passing day. But it didn’t stop my desire for the man in front of me. I couldn’t seem to help myself. When we were near each other, I wanted to touch him. When we were in bed together, I wanted him inside me. If I’d gone home with the tattooed guy last week, I wouldn’t still be with him now. I would have left him as soon as the threat of my heat had passed.
But I couldn’t get enough of Kane.
I watched as he sawed some of the long branches into smaller pieces. His muscles bunched and moved as he worked the tool through the wood. Warmth curled in my stomach and spread into my thighs.
It was ridiculous, this need for him. Moving my hand to my shoulder, I touched the marks on my neck and swallowed. Mated for life. Oddly, now I was marked, a large part of me didn’t mind in the least.
This isn’t me.
But how could I say that when the part of me that was horrified I’d been claimed by a grizzly bear became smaller and smaller with each passing minute? I adored the way he made me feel, but this…this was complicated.
I didn’t know what to do about it. My body, my instincts, my biology, told me to keep having sex with Kane. I liked him. Imorethan liked him. He was caring and sure of himself, a provider. My affection only grew every time I dreamed something about his past. It didn’t hurt that he was hot as hell. Beards had never attracted me before now, but on him, it was perfect.
My brain, on the other hand, told me I should be panicking. What was happening here was serious, life-altering, and I’d had enough trauma with being abducted that I really shouldn’t have life-altering decisions on the menu. The strange and new emotions rioting through me made me want to talk to my mom. She would have answers. She’d always been open and honest with me and Sabrina, especially when it came to sex.
This is more than just sex.
Swallowing, I watched as Kane secured some of the pieces together in a square. He didn’t use nails, but some sort of notch construction.
Sabrina.I rubbed my chest. Sometimes the guilt of being free overwhelmed me and I became light-headed, my legs unable to hold me up. God, I hoped she was okay. I hoped she’d been able to break free. And if not, I prayed that when I finally returned to civilization, I’d be able to find her.
Even though Kane and I were isolated, contained in a bubble consisting of lust and sex, I’d planned what I would do once I returned to Detroit. I’d call the police and report my sister missing. I’d call her work. I’d call Frank to see if he’d heard from her, and if he hadn’t, then I’d enlist his help in searching. He was one of those guys who “knew people.” He wouldn’t hesitate to help when it came to Sabrina.
Then, there was Kane’s cousin. He might know something. Yesterday, Kane convinced me we needed to go there first, that his cousin’s connection to the collar was the first thing we needed to exploit. It took me awhile, but I finally agreed. I didn’t have a passport to take an international flight anyway.
After sharing his dreams night after night, I knew how Landon’s involvement in this mess would hurt Kane. Despite the fact that someone had redesigned his collar for doing harm, I hoped Landon was innocent in the matter. Kane had so few personal connections, losing Landon would create a deep wound that might never heal.
Soon.We would get answers soon.
Nervous energy made me clutch my mug tighter. The thought of leaving this place hurt. Which was strange. I’d gone camping with Sabrina and Mom before, sure, but hadn’t wanted to stay forever.
