Hunter’s eyes flash with possession. “That’s it. Beg for my cum.”
The degradation makes me clench around him, my body betraying how much his words affect me. He notices immediately.
“You love this, don’t you? Being fucked like an animal in the dirt, begging to be bred.” His hand finds my throat, applying just enough pressure to make my head swim. “Say it. Tell me how much you want my cum deep inside you.”
“Please,” I whimper, my nails digging into his shoulders. “I need it. Need you to fill me up.”
His teeth find my earlobe, biting down as he drives deeper. “Your body was made for taking my cock, for carrying my child.”
The filthy words push me over the edge again, my body convulsing around him as another orgasm tears through me. I cry out his name, back arching off the ground as pleasure consumes me.
“That’s right,” he praises darkly. “Squeeze my cock with that tight pussy. Milk every drop from me when I flood your womb.”
His words about breeding me, making me swell with his child, should terrify me. Even knowing my birth control will prevent any consequences, the fantasy of it—of being claimed so completely, so permanently—sends electric currents of pleasure through every nerve.
“You’re mine,” Hunter growls against my throat, his thrusts becoming erratic, more desperate. “Every. Fucking. Inch.”
I dig my fingers into his back, feeling the muscles tense under my touch as he approaches his climax. “Yes,” I gasp, arching into him. “Yours.”
His breath comes in harsh pants against my skin. “Going to fill you up,” he snarls, his voice barely human. “Mark you from the inside.”
“Do it,” I beg, wrapping my legs tighter around him, pulling him deeper. “Please, Hunter.”
His rhythm falters, his body tensing above mine. With a guttural sound that’s more animal than man, his teeth find the junction where my neck meets my shoulder. He bites down, not quite breaking skin, but hard enough to bruise as his hips jerk against mine.
The sharp pain of his teeth contrasts with the hot pulse of him emptying inside me. The twin sensations of pain and pleasure, and taking and giving, spiral together, igniting another orgasm that tears through me without warning. I cry out, my body convulsing around him as he continues to fill me, the pain from his bite intensifying every wave of pleasure.
My vision blurs at the edges, my entire existence narrowed to the points where our bodies connect. His teeth on my flesh, his cock pulsing inside me, his cum marking me in a way no one else ever has.
The waves of pleasure finally begin to recede, my body trembling with aftershocks as reality crashes back. My sister’s face flashes through my mind—Olivia’s bright smile, her excited chatter about wedding plans, the way she looked at Hunter with stars in her eyes.
Oh god. What have I done?
“I need to go,” I gasp, suddenly aware of the dirt pressing into my back, the cool night air against my exposed skin, the stickyevidence of what we’ve done between my thighs. I push against Hunter’s chest, trying to scramble out from under him. “This was a mistake. I can’t. Olivia?—”
Hunter’s hands capture my wrists, pinning them firmly on either side of my head. His weight presses me deeper into the earth, immobilizing me beneath him. His eyes, so recently clouded with pleasure, are now sharp and uncompromising.
“No time for a conscience now, sweetheart,” he growls, his thumb brushing across my lower lip. “You’re mine until the sun comes up. I’m going to fuck you all night.”
“But my sister—” My voice breaks on the words.
“Is not here.” He cuts me off, his tone brooking no argument. “It’s just you and me now. Just us and what we both want.” His lips ghost across my jaw to my ear. “And we both know what you want, don’t we? No matter how guilty it makes you feel after.”
His body shifts against mine, his hardness already returning against my thigh. “The time for thinking is over,” he whispers, teeth grazing my earlobe. “I’m not letting you go until I’ve had my fill.”
I should fight harder. I should scream. I should make him understand what this will do to Olivia. But instead, I feel my resistance melting under his touch as his mouth claims mine again.
18
HUNTER
Istretch out across Aurora’s bed, my muscles pleasantly sore as sunlight filters through half-drawn curtains. My hand reaches across the sheets, finding them cool to the touch. Empty.
Cracking my neck, I scan the room. No sign of her. The bathroom door stands open, darkness beyond. Her scent lingers everywhere—on the pillows, the sheets, my skin.
I haven’t felt this completely drained yet utterly satisfied in my entire life. Last night was... fucking transcendent.
After taking her against that tree and in the dirt, I carried her back to the house, her legs still wrapped around my waist, my cock still buried inside her. We barely made it through the door before I had her pressed against the wall, driving into her until she came screaming my name again.
