“Seriously?” I choke out.
I didn’t expect Corvus to take part in the hunt. But I guess he wants to make sure I take his secret to my grave.
I roll to my hands and knees, ready to fight for my life when he reaches his gloved hand toward me and slides his foot out of the stirrup.
“Get on!”
My brain jams, as if one of the few cogs inside has finally gotten rusty. “What?”
“On. The. Horse. Before they spot us,” Corvus hisses.
The only horse I’ve ever been on was on a merry-go-round, but I don’t hesitate. I get to my feet, grab his hand, and let him help me climb onto the massive beast. If the devil rode a horse, it would be this one.
I wrap my arms around Corvus, my mind unable to comprehend what’s going on, so I focus on his warmth and the elegant smell ofhim I loved so much last night. Unlike me, he’s dressed appropriately for the weather, in a thick yet somehow slick black jacket, and riding boots. He reminds me to hold on tightly, but I only understand why when the stallion moves, and I have to slide down the uncomfortable slope at the back of the saddle, pressing closer to the other man.
Just like that, the landscape I’ve trudged through with such great difficulty is left behind, replaced by more snow and trees. I close my eyes when the constant motion starts making me sick, because this is not the time to complain about minor issues like that.
Corvus rides as if he’s one with the horse, and several times I worry I’ll fall off and break my neck, so I try to distract myself with memories of last night, of how beautifully he yielded under me. In the quiet of his office, I was a rider taming a wild mount.
I don’t know how long we ride for, but with my hands against his chest, I’m so much warmer than before, even if still wet. I open my eyes for longer than a split second when we slow down.
Corvus stops the horse in front of a snowed-over cabin. It looks ancient, and the porch on one side seems to be crumbling, but it does still stand. Is this a secret garage, where Corvus is hiding his limo? Does it mark an underground bunker?
I don’t get to ponder it any more before my savior prompts me to dismount. The damn hell horse is so tall I freak out a bit on my way down, but in the end my feet hit the ground, and I manage not to fall over.
Corvus slides off with the grace of a gymnast and quickly ties the animal to a ring attached to the wall of the cabin. I’m next to be dealt with. He grabs the front of my jacket and pulls me inside the dusty cabin.
“You will stay here—”
But I don’t let him finish. “The fuck is this? You knew how this hunt would look like. I don’t stand a chance!”
Corvus squints at me, then pulls off his balaclava, revealing a flushed face. “Well, I’m here now, am I not?”
Fuck he’s handsome. High-class asshole. Just my type.
I huff in frustration, taking a quick glance around the single-room cabin with bare necessities, frosted windows, and a log burner. It looks like no one’s been here in months.
I try to give him the benefit of the doubt and crack my neck with agitation. “So what? You’re gonna help me?”
Corvus sheds his gloves next, even though the cabin is as cold as a freezer. His hair is still messy from being tucked under the balaclava, and the rosy flush on his cheeks reminds me of the way he writhed as I fucked him, whimpering my name as if I was his new chief deity.
“Yes. You will just need to stay here for about a week,” he tells me matter-of-factly.
My heart erupts with hope. I’m gonna live. Do I look forward to a week in this frozen jail? No, but unlike the other fuckers, I won’t die poisoned, vomiting my guts out into the snow.
I step closer and slide my freezing hands over his smooth face. “Anything in particular made you change your mind?” I’m surprised by how raspy my voice comes out. I guess I’m just that excited.
He wants me. This handsome, classy guy thinks I’m worth keeping alive despite his family’s wishes. I’m simply too hot to waste on a hunt. Did he sense the same connection between us as I did last night? As I pumped my dick into his warm, willing insides, all I could think of was how much I’d love to do that over and over again.
He was so tense, so very embarrassed by his needs, and all I want is to peel off all the layers to taste his raw insides.
Corvus blinks, leaning back like a spooked animal. “We don’t have time for chats…”
“Hope we have time for this though,” I say and go right in for a kiss, greedy to taste his soft lips again. I love how he yields. It makes my dick hard even in the wet jeans. I wrap my arms around his waist, so he can’t pull away, and use my tongue to show him what I want.
The hunt might as well be a figment of my imagination, because I already see him on hands and knees on the dusty bed in the corner, letting me cream his tight pink hole this time.
He gasps, molding his body to mine despite the claims he’s just made, and while he’s been outside too, his skin feels supple, warm, like the flesh of a peach.
