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I race through the forest, and it takes longer this time, but he’s no match for me. Maybe one day, he will be. One day, when he knows this place as well as I do, maybe our hunts will last all night. That sounds like a dream.

But for now, I gain on his pale, naked body, curls plastered to his head, and the second I reach him, I shove him into a tree and pin him there.

Sasha’s panting, eyes blown wide, cock red and swollen and begging me to suck it.

Mine.

I ignore his cock in favor of his lips and sink into the taste of his mouth. I’ll never get used to kissing, never move past the way it electrifies my cells and sends my head all dizzy. Normally, that would make me panic, but in this storm, we’re the only ones crazy enough to be out here. We’re safe. That reminder drives my lust higher.

I rake my fingers through his waterlogged hair, tugging it from his scalp as I tip his head back to kiss him deeper. Sasha’s nails find my back, leaving sharp rivers of pain behind that make my dick throb. The way he takes everything I have for him and gives it back stokes that fire inside me that I’ve always tried to keep smothered.

My moan fills his mouth, and as much as I want to turn him around and sink into his body, I also don’t want to stop kissing him. It’s too addictive.

He shifts in front of me, the head of his hard cock bumping my balls before sliding up the side of my shaft. All these shivery, horny feelings pass through me, but none of them are stronger than the urge I have to hold him. To pull him closer. To touch every inch of that creamy skin and leave my bite marks behind.

The ones I gave him last time are already fading.

“Please touch me,” he pants, lips still touching mine. Water is running down both our faces, and even being shielded partially by the giant tree isn’t helping.

I take both our cocks in my fist. They slip easily in my grip, water and precum making each stroke smooth, and I shudder in Sasha’s arms as my forehead meets his. “I found you.”

“How?”

“I could find you anywhere.” I believe that to my bones. The more Sasha learns about Wilde’s End, the more I learn about his brain and the way he thinks. Sasha’s a survivor, I always knew that, but his instincts are the complete opposite of mine. I’m the hunter. The one who chases and stalks. Who confronts things head-on. He’s the prey. Running and distracting. Using tricks for his protection.

Sasha sighs lustily, canting his hips forward into my fist. “Feels so good …”

It does. My hand is tight around us, the water making a slick slick sound, and his hard dick is pressing aggressively against mine.

I’m so turned on I could come like this. Easily. I’ve been thinking too much about getting inside him again though, so before I can get too excited, I loosen my grip and reach around him with my other hand.

He lets out an excited grunt as my fingers pass over his hole, exactly as small and tight as I remember it being, and I give him a few seconds to get used to my touch before I press my first finger inside.

With a gasp, Sasha’s mouth finds mine again. He holds the sides of my neck, thrusting faster now and pushing back onto my pointer. I love seeing him this desperate for me. It gives me the slightest hope that when he said for us to pretend, the actual pretend part was that he could leave again.

It’s pointless to hope though. Pointless to think too far ahead and try to predict what could happen. Especially when the present looks the way it does right now.

Sasha, needy and trembling.

Me, ready to devour him.

I kiss my way down his neck, all the little gasps escaping him filling me with an electricity so powerful I finally understand why people risk it all for this. The feel of a person’s body against mine has always been unpleasant and unwelcome, but when that person is Sasha, it’s different. Like this wouldn’t work with anyone but him.

When he’s taking my finger freely, I add another, easily sinking it in to my knuckles. His ass is already greedy for more, and I’m not going to make it to being inside him with the way he’s thrusting against me.

“Damn,” I let out. “You’re ruining me.”

I mean the words with every cell in my body. My whole adult life has been a carefully curated safety net. I always know what’s next. I’m always in control. Nothing catches me off guard.

But he did.

This tiny rabbit with his pretty eyes and sharp mind, who trembles in my hold like I’m the only thing holding him together. Who makes my heart rate unbearable, who makes me feel out of control in my own skin. I’m terrified of what my life has become and where I go from here, but then he lets out a heavy whimper, right by my ear, and I know it doesn’t matter how much this wrecks me because I can’t walk away.

I let go of our cocks, mine desperately needing a break, and sink to my knees. My lips leave a path down his torso, and the taste of his wet skin is unlocking something animal inside me. Something that wants to dive into his skin and tear him apart.

I nip his hip bone, sink my teeth into his inner thigh. I’m so turned on I want to bite right through his skin, but I release him as soon as there’s a mark and drag my tongue over the site.

“Keep going,” he begs.