Page 71 of Rugger: The Huntress

“Hear me clearly– when I say that any man that touches you is a dead man, Rugger. It’s not a threat, baby girl. It’s a promise.”

Her lids lowered as she mounted. Her orgasm nearly knocked her unconscious. She was limp like a ragdoll in my arms. When her eyes opened again, there I was, waiting to pour the life I’d just stripped back into her.

“Understood?”

A slow nod was all she could muster. Satisfied with her response, I hoisted her into the air and buried my bone. She perked up, instantly. Her head rested on my shoulder. Her claws penetrated the skin of my back.

“SONNIE.”

My name rolling from her tongue sent chills down my spine.

“Say it again,” I pled, knowing my undoing was near.

I dug deeper. Stroked harder.

Fuck!She was blissful. Her pussy was the definition of insanity. It pulled me back in each time I retracted my stroke. It wasn’t ready to part ways and neither was I. However, it left me with no choice but to chase the high it was providing until I reached the point of no return.

“Sonnie!” She called out, again.

I lost control.

“Urgh. Fuck.”

With vengeance, I fell into her pussy again and again and again. Semen traveled the length of my shaft and made itself at home in Gazelle’s womb. Together, we stilled, attempting to catch our breath.

“Easy. Easy,” I pled.

Rugger was tightening the gauze around my leg at a much faster rate than required. Though pressure was key, my wound’s ability to breathe was part of the equation.

“Quiet down. It was a straight through. You should hardly feel this.”

“Easy, Gazelle.”

“Why do you insist?” She asked, stopping to look up at me with softened eyes and a less abrasive approach.

In a matter of thirty minutes, I’d begun to see a different side of Rugger. It was one that I was enjoying experiencing. Though she wasn’t absolved of her guard, completely, I’d gotten through the gates. Or, at the very least at their entrance.

“Because, that’s what you remind me of.”

Silently, she peered up at me. The many thoughts running through her head, I wanted access to. I’d return every body I’d snubbed her of to know exactly what she was thinking. Right here. Right now.

“Tell me–” I encouraged.

“Tell you what?”

“How you missed… was it intentional?”

She was a trained marksman. From a half a mile away, she managed accuracy, piercing my guard with a bullet ready to penetrate my flesh.Blindly. She never even turned her head. There had to be an explanation for her performance tonight.

I had an idea, but not everything one believed was true. It was better to hear it from the source’s mouth and that’s exactlywhat I was waiting for. Rugger was in no hurry to tell. Her shoulders curved inward. A deep, contemplative sigh left her body.

“Make no mistake. If I wanted you dead, you would be.”

She wasn’t telling me anything I hadn’t already known, but it was good to have clarification.

“I’d never make that mistake,” I admitted.

“I wanted you injured, not unalived.”

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