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The way she surrenders to me, putting all her trust in me, sends my heart clenching painfully with the need to confess just how deep my feelings for her run.

But I bite back my words, choosing instead to show her. I wrap my mouth around her clit and apply suction on the swollen bud, causing her to cry out louder, her sex pulsing wildly over my lips, even as her thighs begin to shake. Her cries grow fevered when I apply even more pressure on her clit sending her right over the edge.

She orgasms with a scream, one that echoes throughout the forest. Her body trembles beautifully as I lap at her arousal, drawing out her climax until she's shaking against me, her knees threatening to give. With a last kiss to her glistening pussy, I get up to my feet and grab her nape, locking my lips with hers in a deep kiss.

My cock throbs hard as I battle with my zipper to get it out of its tight confines. I break the kiss as my breathing grows rugged as I stroke my hard cock.

Gentle fingers caress my face, and I look down to find her cheeks flushed as she watches me under glassy eyes. "What can I do?" She whispers. "Anything..."

Her words trail off when I grab her hand and bring it to my shaft, her gasp drowned by my rough growl at the feel of her soft hand on me, she only needs to stroke me once before I am spilling an endless string of white all over her hand and mine. I come with a rough grunt, burying my face in her neck as I rub my seed over her stomach, painting her with my cum.

Mine!

I take her lips back with mine and kiss her hard – possessively. She moans into the kiss, her eyes dazed when I push back to look at her.

"I will kill anyone that thinks they can steal you from me," I say ruggedly, drinking up her soft expression. "You belong to me now, princess. You're mine!"

She nods, licking her lips, and I can read the heat in her eyes. A perfect reflection of the heat burning in mine. No, we're not done. After weeks of wanting – craving her, I'm finally going to show Emily Lane our home.

I help her straighten her clothes, and when I extend my hand for her to take, she grabs it without a word.

After weeks of waiting, tonight I finally mark Emily Lane as mine.

Chapter Five

Emily

My heart is racing as we walk hand in hand deeper into the forest with his two large German Shepherds trailing behind us.

This has the makings of horror movies written all over it and perhaps a part of me should fear this giant who lives deep in the mountains, but I’m not. It’s quite the opposite, as I’m practically vibrating with the need to have more.

Less than an hour ago, I was practically whining to get off this mountain and now, I don’t want to get off it. With him around, I start to enjoy the beauty the forest provides.

The cool breeze of this part of the mountain softly caresses my skin, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. Sunlight filters through the canopy above, creating a mesmerizing play of light and shadow on the forest floor. The towering trees sway gracefully, and I lose myself in the beauty that I almost trip and fall on my face, but Callan has a firm grip on my hand.

“Careful,” he says in his deep growly voice, and it sends a hot rush of heat rolling down my back. I bite my lip and turn to look at the man so tall he’s practically looming over me. He looks menacing with his buzzcut, thick beard, and the scar on the side of his face, and I find myself wondering what he looked like with his boyish features before the world hardened him. And yet, I can’t conjure the image.

I want to ask him about it, but it’s clear from yesterday’s reaction that discussing his past is a sore spot. To be fair, my past is a sore spot too, so I can’t exactly judge the man for wanting to leave it all behind.

Callan squeezes my hand, and I snap out of my thoughts, blinking up at him owlishly. “Yeah?”

“Are you tired? We’re almost there, but I can carry you if you’re tired.”

I flush at his words and it’s at the tip of my mouth to take up his offer, but I shake my head. “I’m not tired, just thirsty.” He squeezes my hand in assurance as he guides me through the thick bushes when it occurs to me. “How did Brutus get stuck in the bushes?”

“That’s Barry,” he corrects, pointing at the smaller of the two dogs. “We were fishing when he chased down a bird into the forest. He is more playful than his brother.”

Speaking of brothers, “Are you really related to Bigfoot?” I blurt out, flushing red when I realize what I’ve just said. If the locals are to be trusted, the man called “Bigfoot” has lived in the mountains for more than a decade and terrorizes tourists hence the name. Even so, I feel a twinge of guilt at speaking the title out loud and in front of his supposed brother of all people. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that–”

“It’s fine,” Callan says, and I peek at his face, but instead of anger from calling his brother bigfoot, I notice his lips twitch with a smile. “Yes, Shaw is his name, and he is my younger brother. He lives on the other side of the mountain with his girlfriend. He doesn’t mind that everyone calls him bigfoot.”

Oh. I wonder if I’ll ever get to meet the town legend. I’ve heard so much from the locals about him.

“Is he the reason you also moved in the mountains?”

Long beats of silence pass before he finally responds. “No.”

The man has made it clear that he hates the town so if not for his brother, why would he come back here? I want to drop the topic, but the curiosity is eating at me. Before I can ask him, however, Callan guides me into a clearing and my jaw drops to the ground.

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