The forest floor was cold and I pulled my discarded shirt beneath her back before she registered the discomfort. She grabbed the collar of my undershirt and tore it. The sound of ripping cotton in the quiet woods sent a pulse through my body that was primal.
My hands peeled her jacket off. Then the shirt beneath it. The night breeze raised goosebumps across her skin and I chased them with my mouth, tracing the path from her collarbone to her stomach while she arched beneath me and wound her fingers into my hair.
The moonlight caught the deterioration on her forearm, the mottled veins carved into her body, that my mouth found. I pressed my lips against the damaged skin, kissing along every visible line.
“You don’t get to be gentle with me,” she said. “Not after what you did.”
I growled low in my throat, my wolf surging from her words as I pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, grip firm and unyielding.
“I shouldn’t be here,” I said against her stomach. “Tell me to stop. Any time. And I stop.”
“You shouldn’t have come.” A beat. Her fingers tightened in my hair. “Don’t you dare leave.”
My teeth grazed the skin above her waistband and she pulled my hair hard enough to send a bolt of heat from my scalp to my spine.
“I can’t fucking stay away from you, Mira,” I murmured against her skin, my lips brushing her ear. “I tried. But I can’t do it. I need you like this. Need to feel you.”
I released her wrists just long enough to yank her pants down her hips, exposing her bare thighs. My fingers hooked into her underwear next, tearing them aside with a sharp tug that made her gasp.
Her pussy was already slick, glistening in the faint moonlight filtering through the trees, and I spread her legs wide, positioning myself between them. I dropped to my knees and buried my face between her thighs without warning. Her back bowed off the ground and the cry that ripped from her throat echoed through the canopy.
“Percy, we don’t have time for...”
“I’ve been in silver chains for two days.” I dragged my tongue through her folds in one long, flat stroke and groaned against her cunt. “I’m taking what I want.”
I ate her out with starvation behind every stroke, my tongue plunging inside her, lapping at her walls, then pulling back to suck her clit between my lips and flick it until her thighs clamped around my head.
My silver-burned hands gripped her hips, the raw skin stinging against her body, and I held her pinned while I devoured her. She bucked and writhed, her fingers fisting in my hair, grinding my face harder against her pussy.
“Oh God, oh fuck, Percy...”
“That’s it, love. Ride my face.” I slid two fingers inside her and curled them forward, finding the spot that made her legs shake. Her walls clenched around my knuckles, drenching my hand, and I pumped them in and out while my tongue worked her clit in merciless circles. “So wet for a woman who hates me. Dripping all over my chin.”
“Shut up.”
“Make me.” I sucked harder and she held back a scream.
Her hand caught my wrist before I could add a third finger. Not stopping me but turning it over. The silver burns were raw. She stared at them in the moonlight, then brought my ruined wrist to her mouth and pressed her lips against the wound.
I pulled my fingers free, surged up her body, and kissed her with her own taste on my tongue. She moaned into my mouth, her hand reaching between us, wrapping around my cock, and the contact after weeks of nothing made my hips jerk forward involuntarily.
“Fuck, Mira.” My voice came out wrecked. She stroked my base to tip, her thumb spreading the pre-cum leaking from the head, her grip firm enough to make my jaw clench.
“Is that all you’ve got?” she said against my mouth. “The Percival I knew wasn’t this careful.”
I grabbed her wrist, pinned it above her head, and lined myself up. The head of my cock pressed against her entrance, slick with her arousal and my spit, and I held there, watching her face.
“Take it,” she demanded.
I slammed into her in one brutal stroke. Her scream scattered birds from the canopy. Her walls stretched around my cock, impossibly tight, clenching and pulling me deeper as her body fought to accommodate every inch. The silver burns on my wrists screamed where they braced against the ground and I didn’t care.
“Shit, feels so fucking good.” I pulled back slow, watching my cock slide out coated in her juices, then drove back in hard enough to shift us both across the forest floor. “This tight little pussy missed me, didn’t it? Even if you won’t say it.”
“Don’t flatter yourself.” But her voice shattered on the last word and her legs locked around my waist, heels digging into my ass, dragging me deeper.
I set a punishing rhythm. Each thrust bottomed out with a force that made her tits bounce and her nails gouge lines through the tattoos on my back. The wet, obscene sounds of my cock pounding into her soaked pussy echoed off the trees, mixing with the slap of skin on skin and her moans that she’d stopped trying to muffle.
“Harder,” she said.
