“You’re mine, Kitten,” he whispered, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through me. “Every inch of you belongs to me. And I’m going to make you come so hard, you’ll never forget it.”
I could feel my orgasm building, the pressure in my core growing with each thrust. His cock was hitting all the right spots, the ridges creating a sensation that was almost too much to handle. I could feel my body tensing, my muscles clenching around him as I teetered on the edge of oblivion.
“You’re so close, Joss,” he murmured, his voice a husky whisper. “I can feel it. You’re going to come all over my cock, aren’t you? You’re going to scream my name again, just like you did before.”
This feeling...it was unlike anything I’d experienced before. Brakkor’s heat, his slick body, roughly thrusting into me, the connection so intense it felt crude and raw. He was insatiable; his thrusts quickened, punctuating the way we both gasped for air.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” Brakkor murmured, his voice a low growl. “I can feel your pussy squeezing me, begging for my cum.”
His words were too much, and I was teetering on the edge, my body trembling with the need for release. And then, he said it. The one thing that sent me crashing over the edge.
“Come for me, Joss. Come all over my cock. Let me claim you.”
My orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, and I screamed, my body convulsing as the pleasure tore through me. Brakkor’s hand tightened on my ass, holding me against him as he stood upright, pulling me flush against his body. Even that movement sent shockwaves through me, my climax starting over again.
Then Brakkor’s cock pulsed deep inside me, and with a wordless roar, he threw his head back, his own climax ripping through him.
I could feel him coming, feel the heat of him spilling deep inside me, and it only intensified my ecstasy. I clung to him, my body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. Brakkor held me tight, his body trembling with his own release, his breath ragged and harsh.
As the throbbing eventually slowed, Brakkor exhaled, chin dropping as he turned to lean his shoulder against the tree, still holding me close. His cock was deep inside me, and I could feel the occasional pulse as his body recovered. My cheek pressed against his shoulder, my breath coming in soft pants.
“That was...” I started, but I couldn’t find the words to finish.
Brakkor chuckled softly, his chest vibrating against mine. “Yeah, it was.”
We stayed like that for a long moment, our bodies intertwined, our breathing slowly returning to normal. The forest around us was quiet, the only sounds were the soft rustle of leaves and the distant bird calls as the shadows grew long.
It was peaceful, serene, a stark contrast to the raw, primal passion that had just consumed us.
Finally, Brakkor shifted, slowly pulling out of me. I whimpered softly at the loss as a rush of his seed slid from my body to cover the front of his jeans. With a soft curse, he set me gently on my feet, making sure I was steady before releasing me. I leaned back against the tree, my legs still shaky, my body still buzzing with aftershocks, as he stooped to pick up my ripped panties and cleaned me as best he could.
I was buck-ass naked, and he was still fully dressed.
Suddenly, the wind I hadn’t noticed a moment ago seemed too chilly, and I wrapped my arms around my middle. He glanced up, saw what I was doing, and cursed himself quietly.
“I’m sorry, Kitten. Let’s get you warmed up.”
After tucking himself back in, he gently helped me pull my little sundress over my head. My bra was probably gone for good, and I felt still nude without underwear.
But Brakkor scooped me up and pulled me against his chest, where I was warm once more. I snuggled closer, feeling strangely…conflicted. I was sated, and my body still thrummed with the aftershocks of my pleasure, but…
As he carried me back toward the road, I felt protected. Cherished.Loved. That was it; I feltloved. But to Brakkor, that had been just a hunting, catching, fucking. There’d been nolovethere, just nature. He’d made that clear.
I pressed my forehead to his shoulder, desperately trying to keep the tears at bay. Because despite my best efforts,I’d fallen in love with Brakkor, and he still held all the power.
He hummed softly and brushed his chin against the top of my head. “Almost there. I’m not saying this wasn’t a fun time, but I could have chosen a better place to claim my Mate.”
Mate?
Was he trying to keep me with him longer? String me along by coming up with cute terms of endearment? I loved him, but I wished I didn’t.
Because when he decided he’d been right all along, and didn’t need me for more than a quick hookup, an easy fuck, it was going to hurt so much more.
Chapter Thirteen
Brakkor
Something was wrong.
