His breath shudders when I unzip him, tension rippling through his body as my fingers wrap around him. Damn. He’s rock hard and twice as big as I thought. Steel wrapped in silk, hot and pulsing against my palm. Thick veins protrude from the tight skin, rigid with need, each rush of blood thrumming against my touch. A strangled groan slips past his lips as I stroke him, gently at first. His head tips back, eyes slipping shut, a ragged exhale spilling from his lips like smoke in the cold night air.
I circle my thumb over the swollen crown, spreading the slick bead of pre-cum, my other hand cupping his heavy balls, feeling the weight of him. The way his body responds to my touch fuels my confidence to keep going. His hips twitch forward, seeking more, his restraint hanging by a thread. Shadows carve into the beautiful angles of his face, his dark eyes gleaming like a fire burned to ash.
His hand flies to my waistband, his fingers clawing at my lace panties. “These need to come off, Violet; let me feel that pretty pussy,” he orders with a harsh grunt, as my fist works him in a punishing rhythm.
“No,” I bite, my gaze locked on his in defiance. “Right now, you don’t get to tell me what to do.”
He chuckles darkly, the sound caressing every nerve. “Oh, you’ve got a lot to learn about me, Violet.” His voice fades into a choked gasp when I tighten my grip, his head lolling forward, jaw clenched tight.
“So teach me,sir,” I tease, guiding his hand under my shirt and over my tight nipples. “Show me how hard you like to come.”
His eyes turn feral, filthy intent, swirling like black pools of ink. He begins to let loose, rutting against me in a frenzy, twisting my nipples so hard I cry out in pain.
“Violet,” he croaks, his voice cracking as his restraint snaps. “Fuck, Violet, baby. Don’t stop.” His mouth falls open, breaths coming hard and fast as I work him into a frenzy. His entire body lurches, his balls draw up tight, and he erupts with a deep throaty groan that makes my pussy ache. Lost in euphoria, he hunches forward, rasping for air, as hot jets of cum shoot out endlessly. That’s when I seize my moment.
I lean in, my lips brushing his ear with a soft whisper, “I’ll see you back at base.”
Realization snaps through his gaze a second too late.
But I’m already gone.
Branches whipping my arms, the cold air burning my lungs, I sprint through the forest as if my life depends on it. I don’t look back.
The distant flicker of the lantern guides me toward the safe zone, my pulse still hammering from the chase. A quick headcount confirms nine of our team are already back—if I make it, we win.
Cheers erupt the moment my foot crosses the boundary. Hands clap my back, teammates whooping in triumph, but I barely register them. Bent forward with my hands on my knees, I drag in lungfuls of air, adrenaline still surging through my veins like a live wire.
Even though there’s no trace of him, I know better.
This isn’t over.
I just poked the beast, and there’s no way Chase isn’t coming for me.
The celebration carries on around me, but my mind stays locked on the one person still missing. One by one, the red team trickles back. Still no Chase.
At first, I tell myself he’s just taking his time. But then the worry sets in. What if something happened? A wild animal. A nasty fall. Anything.
Elliot chatters beside me, rambling about our victory like we just won the Super Bowl, but I barely hear him. My gaze keeps flicking to the darkened treeline, searching.
When the excitement dies down, everyone heads back to their lodges. I linger for a few more minutes, unease curling my stomach.
“Are you waiting for someone?” Elliot asks, his brows drawn in suspicion. My shoulders tense as I drag my anxious gaze away from the forest.
“No,” I say a little too quickly, straightening to brush dirt from my pants.
Reluctantly, I turn away from the forest, my feet carrying me toward my lodge at the far end of the grounds. I glance back more times than I should.
“Before I forget,” Elliot says, reaching into his pocket. “Here’s my business card, in case you ever want to visit our office.”
Not wanting to appear rude, I take it just as Austen steps onto the path.
“Hey, Violet,” he says, his gaze dropping to the card in my hand before flicking back up. “Have you seen Chase anywhere?”
I hesitate. Guilt prickles at my skin, though I’m not sure why.
“I haven’t,” I say, keeping my tone even.
“Okay. He probably went straight back to his lodge.” Austen studies me for a beat longer before nodding and walking away.
