Rex pulls his finger free and fucks me through the aftershocks, chasing his own peak. “So tight and hot. Makes my cock feel so fuckin’ good. Can’t get enough of you.”
With a harsh grunt, he stiffens and follows me over the edge, pulsing deep inside as he empties himself in my ass.
When we finally separate, I’m panting and dizzy, but Rex looks positively feral, lips wet and swollen. His hazel eyes still blaze with hunger.
Leave it to him to take charge and kiss me senseless without warning. So senseless, when it’s over, I foolishly wish it wasn’t.
I lick my lips, chasing the faint taste of him still lingering there. He notices and smirks, his eyes holding a glint of something more primal and possessive, more so than I’ve seen in the past.
Rex smooths my sweaty hair back, the touch impossibly gentle. “You okay, my good boy?”
I whimper and nuzzle into his neck, thinking I might actuallywantto belong to him.
And that is both terrifying and perfect all at once.
Chapter 7
The next day, I trek alongside Rex with my head down, avoiding his gaze. I can’t stop thinking about that kiss. My first kiss. I press my fingers to my lips, remembering the thrill of his mouth claiming mine.
And that feeling of wanting to belong to him, almost needing it, grows by the minute.
Rex glances over occasionally, eyes questioning, but he doesn’t push about what happened, just gives me space like he promised.
By midmorning, he releases a harsh, bone-rattling cough that makes us both flinch. My eyes snap to his face, narrowing. “You okay?”
“I’m fine.” He waves me off, trudging along.
But the hacking coughs become more frequent as we walk, a fine sweat now covering his face. I stop, my arms crossed and mouth thinning into a grim line. “Rex.”
“Christ, Devon. It’s just a cold. Stop brooding.”
I stare holes into the back of his skull as he shuffles on. My hands clench and unclench at the uneasy memories of my father insisting “It’s just a cold” too.
Right before he died.
I hover close as we walk and Rex huffs. “Christ, Dev. Said I’m okay.”
“You’re lying.”
He shakes his head once, a brief, dismissive jerk.
My hands ball into fists at my side, nostrils flaring. “You’re not invincible.”
“No shit. But it’s a cold. Just need to find somewhere to get some sleep. It’ll pass.”
He’s right. We need to find shelter. The longer he’s out here, the worse it could get.
The trail gets steep, and our footing unstable. As we push on Rex breaks out into a coughing fit and I wrap my arm around his waist when he doubles over. “Let’s take a break.”
“Stop fucking hovering like a mama bird.” He pulls away and continues on, leaving me standing there.
“Asshole!”
He flips me off without turning around. With a growl, I jog to catch up, clipping his shoulder as I pass him.
“Really? You’re going to be a brat?”
I spin around and walk straight up to him, getting right in his face. “You said you wouldn’t leave me.”
