Catch me.
Fuck me.
In the distance, I heard him roar my name, and my pulse jumped again. When I took off at a determined run, I could feel my desire soaking my panties. And despite telling myself that this was just an experiment, just a way to see how he responded, I felt with a deep certainty that this wasright.
The shadows were long as I ducked beneath a branch of a large oak and stumbled into a small clearing. Somewhere in the distance, the roar of the surf was a soothing rumble. I staggered in a circle, my breaths coming too quickly, looking for a path away from this opening.
But then came the sounds of Brakkor pounding along the trail I’d just taken, sticks cracking beneath his heavy feet. He was almost here. He’d almost caught me.
Glancing frantically about, I backed toward the trunk of the large oak, thinking maybe he would pass by me in the twilight.
Should have known better.
Brakkor crashed into the clearing and skidded to a stop, his glowing green gaze finding mine unerringly. I forgot how to breathe, clutching my dress as he stalked closer.
My shoulder blades dug into the bark behind me, and Brakkor leaned closer…one of his large palms slammed into the trunk of the tree, and I was trapped by his thick forearm.
“I hunted you, Kitten.” His breath was warm, his breathing heavy. “I would know your scent anywhere.”
I thought it was impossible to get any wetter, but something about his gravelly growl had my nipples pebbling beneath my bra, and I found myself swaying toward him.
No! Don’t make this easy for him.
So I grinned. “You haven’t caught me yet, though!” And with that, I ducked under his arm, lurching to the side, across the clearing.
Of course I hadn’t expected to get far, and he didn’t disappoint. I yelped when Brakkor’s big callused hand closed around my wrist, pulling me back to slam against his chest, but it was half in laughter…
My laughter died completely when he reached down and yanked my sundress over my head, leaving me standing there in my bra and soaked panties.
He lowered his head, his tusks gleaming in the twilight. “And now I’m going to fuck you, Kitten.”
Finally.
“Yes, please,” I breathed, almost giddy in anticipation.
“Turn around.”
He didn’t give me time to comply with his command, but lifted me to face the oak tree. He took my wrists and planted my palms against the rough bark.
“Don’t move.”
I shivered when his hot breath caressed the nape of my neck, and then his fingers—hisclaws—were dragging gently down my spine. I tried to peer over my shoulder.
“Brak—”
It was all I was able to get out before I felt him use those claws on my underwear, slicing through both sides. I tried to squeeze my thighs together to catch it, but the material fluttered to the ground as he nudged my legs apart and stepped between them.
With a moan, I rocked my ass back against him, feeling his hard length through his jeans.
“You remember, Joss?” he growled, callused palms skimming up my sides. “You remember what happens when I fuck you?”
Oh God, did I. I’d spent weeksdreamingabout the instant orgasms his cock had given me. I moaned in response, my eyes fluttering closed and my head falling back as his hands reached my boobs.
He didn’t remove my bra, but merely reached down into it and hefted my breasts out, fingers immediately going to my nipples to roll them. Half-gone to desire, I writhed against him, trying desperately to hold myself upright.
“You’re going to come on my cock like a good girl, right?”
“Please, Brakkor,” I begged. “Give me your cock. I’ll besucha good girl.”
