“Habit. Always be prepared. Never know when you might need them,” he told her as he lowered her down to her feet and spun her around so her chest now pressed into the rough bark of the tree. “Like right now.” Grasping first one arm and then the other, he brought them behind her back and tightened the plastic around her wrists.
If she’d thought he was going to hold back, she would have been mistaken.
The zip tie was tight enough that it would cut off circulation to her hands, dig into her skin and make her bleed, and her shoulders were pulled awkwardly in a way that felt like if she moved wrong, they would pop right out of the sockets.
Again, though, there was no fear, only excitement, only arousal.
Yanking down her leggings, exposing her skin to the elements, she felt Dragon press up against her back, the heat of him chasing away any cold she might have felt.
“If we’re doing this, I'm taking what I need from you, little rabbit. Taking, not giving. That means you might not come.”
“Oh, I’ll come,” she assured him. In fact, Cassandra was pretty sure she was going to combust the second he slid inside her.
“I don’t like knowing that you're so certain of that,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. “It means someone else has touched what's mine. That won't happen again will it, little rabbit?” he asked as his hand slipped inside her panties and his thumb pressed against her bud, making her squirm. When she didn't answer, he flicked her bundle of nerves, hard, making her yelp. “Asked you a question. Is anyone else going to touch what's mine?”
“No,” she murmured, arching her back, so she could look over her shoulder. The tenderness in Dragon’s expression loosened something in her chest. There was no judgment, he wasn't watching her with condemnation as though something was wrong with her.
The sound of a zipper was the only warning she got before Dragon literally ripped her panties from her body and buried himself inside her with a single thrust.
Cassandra cried out at the sudden intrusion, she wasn't prepared for anyone, let alone someone of his size. Although she’d been wet for him, that could only carry her so far, and she felt a sharp sting, like she was being ripped open. But it hurt in the most delicious way, and her cries quickly turned to moans as he set a punishing pace.
“Scream for me, little rabbit,” Dragon ordered as his fingers roamed her body, pinching at her nipples and then her bud as his teeth scraped along her neck. “Scream so the entire world knows who you belong to.”
“You,” she quickly agreed. The more his fingers caused pain, the tighter her body wound as it prepared to fling her into an ecstasy-fueled universe.
Grabbing a fistful of her hair, he yanked her head back until she was forced to stare up at the sky. Teeth nipping at her, he thrust into her with an almost manic pace. “Mine,” he growled in her ear.
All she could do was whimper her agreement as his fingers flicked at her bundle of nerves and his thumb breached her back hole. Caught off-guard, and totally unprepared for that particular intrusion, pain stabbed through her, but it was the catalyst for everything she needed, and Cassandra didn't hold back, screaming her pleasure into the empty forest.
Dragon hit his own release at the same time, and his teeth sank into her skin on the curve of her neck where it met her shoulder, emptying himself inside her, and never in her life had Cassandra ever felt so perfectly full.
Chapter
Sixteen
January 8th
6:22 P.M.
It wasn't until the haze of pleasure began to ebb and fade that Dragon realized the full extent of what he’d done.
Something wet dripped onto his stomach just above where he was buried so deeply inside Cassandra that it felt like he had to have imprinted on her very soul. Since he was still inside her, it wasn't evidence of what he could only describe as a reckless mistake.
Which meant it could only be …
Damn.
Blood.
From where he’d bound her wrists so tightly, he was sure she’d lost all feeling in them long before now.
His fingers were still tangled in her long chestnut locks, her head pulled back so she was staring up at the sky. He still had his thumb inside her back hole, which he had breached without a single ounce of preparation, which had no doubt madeCassandra feel like she was being ripped open, and his fingers still rested against her bud.
While shame and anger at himself thudded through his system with a steady beat, if he wasn't still buried inside her, he wouldn't feel the fluttering of her internal muscles around his softening length.
She’d come.
The little rabbit had come from his rough taking of her, just like she said she would.
