He’s good, but I’m better. I let him drive me back and then attack again, using all the skills I’ve mastered. I get him on the ground and get him in a chokehold, holding him still.
“What are you doing out here, Rory?”
“Taking a piss.”
I lean in close. “Liar.”
He flips us, breaking out of my hold and pinning me to the ground on my front.
“But suddenly, the desire to go has deserted me. I’ve got far more interesting things to do.”
He runs a hand down my back, and before I know it, my bra’s undone.
“The fact that you are so good at that is disturbing,” I say, trying to hide how flustered I am.
“Mmm, disturbing, I can totally smell that. Looks like you’re the liar now.”
I hiss, and then I’m rolled. Without thought, I lash out at him and hit him in the side, causing him to jerk away, growling. I try to roll to my feet, but he grabs the back of my pants and yanks me onto my back.
I wheeze, but he spins me and pulls me between his legs, slamming one hand to the ground beside my head.
“Got you.”
I stare up at him. He has, but he hasn’t. Because I could easily escape from this, I just don’t want to.
He lowers himself so he’s sitting on my pelvis, holding me still. Rory leans in and brushes his lips over my cheek.
I’m not giving up this easily.
I thrust up, sending him forward on his hands and knees. He barks a laugh while I grip his arm, lock my leg around his, and roll, sending him to his side and off me. I’m on him in seconds, locking his arms behind him.
“God, this is hot.”
I lean down and bite his ear hard.
He exhales roughly and lets out a moan, completely derailing me. I meant to do it as punishment, but it sounds anything but. The smell of the rich earth is allaround us, and we’re both covered in leaves and bits of grass. Neither of us care. This could so easily become a different game.
If I let it.
The desire to lean down and lick him, mark him as mine, cover him in my scent, turns my mind blank. I pant, and he groans as my scent gets thicker.
“You want to bite me, Bon? I will let you do it anywhere.”
“Anywhere?” I growl. “Are you sure about that?”
“You know the fascinating thing about pleasure? It can feel even better if it comes with a side of pain.”
He rears up, and I’m thrown off him. I scramble to get up, but he flattens himself on me, pinning my hands above my head. His hand slides up under my T-shirt and palms my naked breast.
I arch backwards, pressing my chest up into his hand. It feels so good.
I squeeze my hand between us and grab his balls, squeezing hard enough to be a warning. This unhinged, crazy alpha thrusts into my hand harder.
“Yeah, just like that,” he whispers, his eyes rolling.
I turn my head to the side, panting, wishing he wasn’t so tempting. My stomach swoops, and I have an urge to just throw caution to the wind.
“What is this?” Vale asks, amused, as he pauses on his walk.
