Every nerve isalive with the need to find her, to make her submit. Make her give herself to me as completely as I gave myself. Fuck, I never knew anything like that was possible with a woman. It was like she knew what to say, what to do, to make me putty in her wicked hands.
Maybe another man would be embarrassed, or even pissed that she had that kind of control, but me, I want it again. With her. Only with her, because no other woman could make me feel this way. And I plan to give her everything she gave to me and more. To have her begging me, screaming my name until it echoes off the mountains, letting everyone around know she’s mine.
Does that make me a prick? Probably, but show me a man who won’t feel the same when it comes to Aurora O’Brien. She’s a woman in a league of her own.
She’s also a fucking ninja, so I can’t underestimate her. I turn, straining to hear anything that might give away where she is, but there’s nothing. It’s unnerving that she can blend soseamlessly in the shadows, not even a hint of sound until it’s too late, but it’s also hot as hell.
A sound to my right has me turning, and I see Hades lying between two trees, panting and looking smug with himself. His eyes glow in the darkness, the thin streams of moonlight filtering through the trees making him look like a demon waiting to claim my soul.
I quickly turn back around, knowing that Rori is using her loyal companion to try and distract me. It’s the right move when she launches herself from behind a tree, dodging my attempt to grab her. She gives a sultry laugh, her body moving fluidly away from me, her lips pulling up into a wicked grin.
“Is that all you got, Goliath?” she taunts, once more dodging my attempt to grab her.
We’re dancing through the trees, circling each other, always just out of reach. “I’m going to enjoy making you scream,orsetta.” I give her a cocky grin, my muscles coiling, ready to strike again. “And when I fuck you, you’ll feel me in every part of you. You’ll never be able to get me out.”
“You’re doing an awful lot of talking tonight. I thought you preferred to be silent, or only using grunts and single-syllable words when you had to speak.”
“With everyone other than you.”
She snorts, spinning around a large tree, her head peering around to look at me. I don’t bother trying to chase her around the tree, waiting to see her next move. I wouldn’t put it past her to try and swing up into the treetops to avoid me, and as much as I enjoy a good chase, I’m not a fucking monkey.
“You getting tired already, Alonzo? That blow job really drained you, huh?” She moves quickly, rushing toward another tree, disappearing from view.
I need to play this smarter. Maybe it’s time I start doing things the way she is. I step back into the shadows, hiding myselfbetween another large tree, watching and waiting. The forest goes silent, neither of us willing to betray our position to the other. Unlucky for her, I have a wealth of patience, and I’ll stay here the rest of the night if I have to.
Finally, I can hear her moving. My heart pounds harder, my blood pumping hot and fast in my veins. My cock hardens further. Especially when she calls out, “What are you going to do when you catch me, Cattaneo? You’re going to have to up your game if you want to out sex me.”
I keep silent, tilting my head just enough that I can watch her as she makes her way around the area, keeping a tight circle. When she gets close to Hades, she murmurs to him, but the dog doesn’t move, laying his head down on his paws. I bite back a grin. He must like me a little bit not to give me away; or he’s just too damn tired and wants a little longer to rest.
I’d like to think it’s the former.
“Look who’s learning,” Rori continues, making her way toward me, gaze sharp, steps cautious. The moonlight is my only guide, her shoes finding the soft moss on the forest floor to mute her footfalls. “Or have you just gotten bored with this game? Maybe you’re sitting there, thinking of my mouth on you while you stroke your cock. The way my mouth was so fucking good wrapped around it. Hot, wet. Or maybe you’re reliving the way I was able to give you one of the strongest orgasms of your life with just a finger.”
Her words make me grit my teeth. I palm my hard cock, putting pressure to try and regain control of myself. I need to focus. I’ll be buried inside her soon enough.
I hold my breath when she slips by me, feet away. Her gaze sweeps past me, not even noticing me. A thrill slides into my gut. She keeps moving, searching. I wait until she’s just far enough not to immediately sense me before I follow her. I put my feet in the same locations as hers, gaining on her slowly, methodically.
“They make stories about big guys like you, you know. Bigfoot roaming the woods and all that, managing to avoid detection even now.” I barely manage to keep from rolling my eyes, my focus completely on her and getting close enough to grab her. I can taste her already, my hands itching to feel every inch.
She rounds a large tree, but I’m already moving to the other side to intercept her. Instead of looking surprised, her grin is smug as I pin her against the tree, grabbing both her wrists in one hand and lifting them over her head. “Took you long enough, Bigfoot,” she purrs, watching me, not struggling.
I hate seeing the colored contacts in her eyes, wanting to see the bright green reflecting back at me, but they do nothing to hide the desire on her face.
I wrap my free hand around her throat, and her lips widen even more. “You’re mine now, Aurora,” I whisper, pressing my hip tight against her. “At my mercy.” I tighten my grip on her throat, cutting off her air, but she doesn’t panic. Her eyes widen slightly, but she never loses her smile, her body bucking against mine, her leg stretching to brace against my hip. I loosen my hold, letting her draw in air. “Let’s see how loud I can make you scream.”
“If you’re going to talk the entire time, I won’t be doing much screaming,” she sasses, her voice husky. She arches her hips into mine, trying to get the friction she’s craving.
I chuckle, enjoying her. Enjoying the return of the woman I know is the real her, even if she’s too stubborn to admit it. “Then I guess I better stop talking and show you, shouldn’t I?” I slam my mouth over hers. The hand around her throat moves up to grip just under her jaw, angling her head the way I want it so I can plunder her mouth.
She can’t fight me, but she still tries to take control. I nip at her lower lip in punishment, but she just gasps and grinds intome again. It’s torture, my cock demanding me to put him out of his misery, but I’m not done yet.
Not even close.
I yank my mouth from hers and use my fingers to pull down the neckline of her top to expose her. I angle her head away, and sink my teeth into the now exposed skin of her neck. Not deep enough to draw blood, but enough to make her cry out in shocked pain, followed by a deep groan of pleasure. I want to mark her, let everyone know that she’s mine.
I give her two more, one right beside the other, and instead of trying to push away from me, she curls her lower body, locking her legs around my hips to hold me in place. Her body undulates against mine, the pain and pleasure a powerful force as she tries to give herself enough friction to get her to the edge.
I release her jaw, lowering my hand to her ass, gripping her cheek tight, groping and fondling her in a way that makes her gasp and groan. “Alonzo,” she hisses.
