Where is he?
“Come out, come out, wherever you are,” I croon, turning in a slow circle. “You wanted to play, Neo? Well, here I am.”
That’s when I hear it, a small scuff to the right.
I bolt toward it and burst through the copse of trees. Neo is there. Just a few feet away. Almost within reach.
His chest heaves as he spots me, his pupils so dilated his eyes appear black.
“Fuck.” He drags his hand around a trunk to pivot in the other direction. I follow, my nostrils flaring, my vision narrowed only on him.
Catch him. Catch. Him.
I lunge to the side and my hands graze his waist, but Neo arches forward and evades my grasp. He lets out a manic giggle, and my eyes narrow as I rush forward, surging toward him. This time, I manage to grab onto him. My fingers dig into his hips, his body slamming into mine. My breath leaves my body. He smells of sweat and something uniquely him.
Neo.
Mine.
My fingers hook under the lace he’s wearing, and I tear it off with a roar, making him moan and grind back against me. He wants this just as much as I do. Tossing it aside, I feel Neo attempting to evade my grasp once more, but I hold on to him, his feet kicking out against my shins, his body twisting in my hold. I tighten my arms around his narrow waist, and he groans when I reach between his legs and cup his cock roughly, with a hint of a promise of what I’m going to do to him.
“You had an advantage,” he moans. “You have longer legs.”
I grunt and fist him tighter. His hips arch up into my hold as I work his cock. The sound of his moans, the sound of skin on skin as I stroke him. It sends me into a haze.
Before I know it, he’s on the ground, his ass up, his hands curled into the dirt beneath him. He tries to crawl away, but I follow him, myhands grabbing onto his thighs and dragging him back to me. I hold on to him tightly, letting my fingers spread his ass cheeks, looking at the small, bedazzled plug he pushed into himself. It winks at me in the moonlight, and I feel my hand surging forward, pulling it out, and tossing it aside.
Neo groans as my monster roars. I lift his hips, his knees hovering over the ground as I bite and lick at his ass, my tongue laving over the tight, pale globes. Neo is scrambling to keep himself from landing in the dirt, but fails. He gives in. To me, to the earth. His face hits the wet soil and leaves as I bite down roughly. I feel the way his skin gives in to me, the way I’m marking him. A scream rings out, and I lick over the teeth marks that have pierced his skin.
“Who do you belong to?” My voice is guttural. Primal.
“You. You.”
“Mm, yes. Mine,” I growl.
“Fuck me. Please,” he moans. With sticks in his hair and mud sprinkling his body, he looks like he’s part of the wildlife. Like he belongs to it.
Just like he belongs to me.
“You’re a tease,” I grunt as I swirl my finger around his rim and push in. “Maybe I should make you wait. Make you beg.”
He gasps and arches up, his spine curled, his head thrown back. “Fuck!”
“You want more?” I ask as I slide knuckle deep.
He nods, fucking back against me. “Yes. Yes. More.”
I squeeze the bite mark I left on him and push a second finger in, feeling the way his hole grips me. He doesn’t want me to leave. He wants all of it.
Twisting my wrist, I fuck into him roughly, making him moan and gasp. And when I hit that spot inside of him that I’ve heard Cade talk about so often, I know. He cries out, my name rustling the leaves above us.
“Oh my god!” he gasps as I do it again. “I’m going to come.”
That doesn’t deter me. I don’t stop, I just continue to work him until he’s spilling over the ground, his entire body jerking andtrembling as his orgasm rushes through him. His hole contracts around my fingers, and I feel every moment of it, wringing him dry until he’s gasping for air.
I pull out slowly, my monster clearly unhappy with the lack of relief I gained from this. But seeing him come apart, feeling his orgasm as if it were my own, makes his chest puff out in elation.
“Oh god, Wylder,” he moans, his body still jerking. “What the fuck?”
