Page 40 of Possessive Mate

Hanson argued no further. He hurried up the ladder and turned to help her up after him. Just as she was about to put her full weight on one of the last rungs, Hanson heard a gut-churning snap.

Elena cried “fuck!” as she started to fall, but Hanson grabbed hold of her arms and yanked her up and over the side.

Finding himself on his back, her lying atop him, he smirked up at her. “Well, hey there.”

“Shh!” Elena snapped, covering his mouth with her hand. She turned her head back to glance over the edge of the hayloft, clearly listening.

The broken rung had made such a clatter on the floor below that if anyone had heard it, he was certain they'd have come by now.

“Nobody is coming,” he whispered, stroking her glossy blonde hair back behind her ear.

Elena turned a devil expression on him then, smiling sinfully as she said, “In that case—”

The way she rubbed up against him told him exactly what she was thinking. He pushed her back half-heartedly. “Elena, not here. It's too dangerous.”

Elena looked him deep in the eye then and said, “If I die today, I want it to be knowing how it felt to have you inside me one last time."

The next thing Hanson knew she was kissing him. And hot damn, it felt good. The way she straddled him, her breasts rubbing his chest, nipples hard with arousal, was impossible to resist.

Hanson had never had a tumble in a hayloft before, but in that very moment he was more than happy to oblige.

Only the smallest part of his mind wondered, shouldn't we be focusing on getting out of here?

But he couldn't focus on anything other than Elena. The smell of her, the feel of her, the sound of her moan against his lips. She was the finest creature he had ever come into contact with, and there was no way in hell he was about to mess that up.

Quick as a flash, he wrapped his arm around her waist and swung her off him. Coming down on top of her, he wasted no time, using his hand to gently rub the tip of his cock against her slick folds.

“You’ve been ready for this for a while, haven’t you?” he growled in her ear.

“Yes!” she gasped, gripping his buttocks in both her hands and wrapping her legs around him. “Please, don't make me wait any longer!”

Hanson couldn't help but obey her request. Gently, he slipped himself deep inside her. The way her body opened up to him, still tight around his cock, was such pure pleasure that he couldn't hold back a moan.

Neither could she, and worried they might draw attention by making too much noise, Hanson kissed her hard.

He continued to kiss her as he thrust into her, over and over again, feeling her pussy clench tight around him.

She was close, growing closer with every thrust. He wouldn't hold back. He couldn’t. It simply felt too damn good.

And so, he thrust on, kissing and writhing on top of her. The way she pressed back against him as if she simply couldn't get close enough made it even more intimate, sensual, intoxicating.

When her entire body quivered, her thighs squeezing around him at just the same moment as her insides, Hanson knew she was climaxing.

And, he realized, he couldn't hold back his own any longer.

He climaxed deep inside her, reveling in the way she thrust her pelvis toward him as if she wanted every last drop of him inside her.

It was at that very moment, just as the intoxication of pleasure coursed through every inch of him, that the sound of howling broke out.

Hanson's head whipped up and reality came back to him like a kick in the gut. He wasn't in the hayloft with Elena. He hadn't so much as budged an inch.

In fact, he was sat in near darkness, his back still resting against the barn pillar, silver biting into his flesh.

“Fuck!” he growled out through gritted teeth. He struggled again, but it was useless. The pain was agonizing. He was too weakened to have any hope of escaping. But the horrendous sounds coming from beyond the barn were enough to give him a grim sense of hope.

The alarmed howling that followed made him even more hopeful. Barely able to lift his head with exhaustion and pain, he sniffed the air. Though the barn door was closed, there was enough of an air current through the cracks in the old building that he could smell them. He smelled his pack. And the scents were fresh!

Not just Jack, and the guys but others, too. He got a whiff of Bonnie, Layla, Miley, and even, he was sure, Carly.

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