I pushed harder.
Branches smacked at my arms, but I barely felt them. All my attention tunneled down to her and the scent of her growing arousal, the way her feet barely kissed the ground before flying again. I could almost taste the heat of her on my tongue, salt and sweetness and pure, endless temptation.
She slipped between two trees ahead, the movement flashing another promise of bare skin, and a groan snarled up my throat. I needed her. Needed to catch her, pin her, brand her with my teeth until she gasped and fought and begged for more. It was a hungerbeyond rational thought, older and deeper than anything civil. Something primal had clawed its way out of my bones.
She wanted me too. She might tease and run, but the slick heat perfuming the air told the true story. That thought made me bare my teeth in a savage grin, and I dug in, picking up my pace.
Every footfall crashed harder on the earth. My breath came in long, ragged pulls. Sweat trickled down my spine, but I didn't slow. I couldn't. She called to something savage inside me, something that recognized her laugh, her scent, her spirit as the other half of my own.
I glimpsed her ahead, a flash of pale shoulder, a toss of sunset hair, and the sight almost buckled my knees. She was laughing still, but it was breathless now, tinged with something hotter. She knew I was getting closer, knew I’d soon stake my claim on her flesh.
I growled her name, and she let out a yelp of excitement before pushing herself faster. She was perfect.
I was so hard it hurt, the throb of it syncing with the pounding of my heart, the pounding of my feral craving. I wanted to push her against a tree, tear her down to the mossy ground, strip every last sound from her throat until the whole forest knew who she belonged to. Until there was no space between us, no air, no thought, just sweat and teeth and frantic, clumsy, devastating love.
I broke into a sprint, reckless now, ignoring the branches scoring my skin and the roots trying to snag my feet. She zigzagged through a cluster of thin saplings, and I anticipated her move and cut across the gap.
Closer. So close I could almost reach out and snatch at her hair and bring her back against me where she belonged.
The sound she made, half gasp, half laugh, made me stumble. If she only knew how close she was to being devoured.
I let out another growl, promising her everything. My strength. My teeth. My endless, aching love.
My wildfire ran harder, a siren pulling me deeper into the woods.
I lunged, my fingers sliding across her waist. She shrieked, more laughter than fear, thrashing as I tackled her to the mossy earth and rolled her onto her belly. Utterly feral, utterly mine.
I pinned her wrists above her head, straddling her thighs as she bucked beneath me.
My wildfire, my mate, my everything.
The light in her eyes when she looked over her shoulder at me, that spark of heat and unbridled lust, drove me on. I pressed my chest against her back and buried my face in the curve of her neck, breathing her in until my whole world narrowed to the frantic thrum of her heart.
Her pulse skittered wildly as I dragged my mouth along her neck, tasting the sweet essence of her skin, the fevered hum of her blood. She arched her spine, pushing her sweet ass up against my hips. Moving it against my cock. I breathed into her ear, grinding my cock between her pinched thighs, letting her feel exactly what she did to me.
“You think you can outrun me, Wildfire?” I rasped, my voice more animal than man. “You think you can tease me and not pay the price?”
She whimpered, the sound so raw with need it painted the air between us. She strained against my grip, testing me, daring me, and fates help me, I loved her all the more for it. I tightened my hold on her wrists, forcing them higher, stretching her body beneath mine until every bit of her trembled with the effort to resist.
“You’re mine,” I growled in her ear, rocking my hips against her again, nudging the head of my stiff cock through hersaturated folds. “I'm going to mark every inch of you, fill you so deep you'll feel me for days. And you're going to scream my name when I do.”
“Stop talking and prove it.” She pushed back against me, the roll of her hips demanding everything I had.
My restraint shredded.
With a snarl, I shifted my grip to her hips, tugging her up. She curled her spine and presented herself so nicely.
“Good girl,” I rasped, taking a long, hungry moment to devour the sight of her with her wild hair tangled around her flushed face. Her thighs quivering with anticipation, slick and glistening between them where she needed me most.
I ran a hand up her spine, and goosebumps erupted across her skin. My wildfire would never back down from a challenge, especially not one from me.
With a jerk of my hips, I buried my length inside her. She moaned and pressed back against me.
Then I started moving, pulling out and driving back inside her while her inner walls sucked me like the good girl she was.
Because I’d captured her and she was grunting and moaning beneath me, I pushed hard, pushing into her over and over. Pounding into her.
Leaning forward, I stroked her clit with one hand while nibbling across the delicate juncture of her shoulder. When I bit down, she gasped, her body bowing into me, a silent plea for more. I sunk my teeth in even as I pummeled her with my cock and circled her clit, and her guttural groan rang out.
