Page 14 of Fall

“Because from the start, you were going the wrong way. You’re only getting further from the road and the convenience store we stopped at. Not closer.” His smile is almost apologetic as my struggles cease for a few seconds as I take in the information.

If he’s right, if he’s telling the truth, then all this really was for nothing. My throbbing hand and stinging, scraped knees could’ve been avoided if I’d made a better decision tonight. “Fuck you,” I spit instead of giving him a reaction he’s looking for. Without hesitating, I kick out at him, and my foot connects hard with his knee and causes it to give.

To my surprise, Val lets himself fall. For a few brief moments I wonder if I’ve discovered some miraculous Achilles’ heel, or if something weird is going on, but that train of thoughtevaporates when he uses his grip on me to drag me down to the dirty, wet ground with him.

“You want to get free? Fight me for it,” Val growls as he holds me by the front of my hoodie. “If you escape me now, Kieran isn’t here to stop you. Come on, Noa.” He leans in and clicks his teeth together close to my face. “Fight me.”

Even though I know I shouldn’t give him what he wants, the adrenaline and terror coursing through my veins has me too worked up to stay calm and relaxed. Or, well, at least less frantic than I could be. But that disappears and I lunge for him, shoving him back as I try to go for his throat the same way he likes to grab mine.

To my surprise, I succeed. Val tips over until he’s on his back with me over top of him, my eyes wide as I stare down at his mostly dark figure in the darkness. “Good girl,” he praises. “That’s my good girl?—”

“Don’t call me that!” I demand, feeling a bit more confident when I’m the one on top with my grip on his throat. “Don’t you ever—” He flips us suddenly, his arms coming up between us and ripping my hand off of his throat as he does. Seconds later, I’m on my stomach in the dirt with him draped over me. In this position, it’s hard to do anything to fight back because I need my arms to keep my face out of the dirt while he presses against my back and hips.

“Don’t call yougood girl?” Val asks wickedly in my ear as I pant and writhe. “Funny. I thought you liked that. But maybe you’re just not in the mood, hmm?” One hand curves around my waist and he yanks me back against him so our bodies are pressed together as much as they can be, given our position.

“So you’d rather be my filthy little slut, then?”

The words catch me off guard, but I can’t ignore the bolt of electricity that slithers down my spine. “Your… What did you just say?” I demand, looking to give myself a moment and notreally needing him to repeat himself. I’m just not sure how to take those words, or how to react to them.

“You heard me, Noa. But I don’t mind saying it again. It seems you don’t want to be my princess tonight. You don’t want to be our good little girl. I’m telling you that’s fine. Because clearly if you don’t want to be good, then you want to be a filthy”—he nips the shell of my ear and I flinch in surprise at the sharp, almost painful sensation—“feral”—this time his other hand comes to rest on my lower back, though I’m too stunned and still too trapped to move—“needy little prey.”

Without hesitating, he grips my shorts and pulls them down my thighs before I can stop him, despite my yelps of protest. “Valentin!” I shriek loudly, one hand leaving the ground to grope back towards him. My fingers brush his shirt, then his shoulder, and when he buries his face against my throat, I only manage to tangle my fingers into his soft, thick hair, causing him to growl against my skin.

It occurs to me, in some stupidly calm part of my brain, that if either of us isferal, it’s him. His growls and even his movements screampredator, and I remind myself that this is not the time to find it sexy.

“Stop!” I gasp, trying and failing to get out from under him. My pulse races, prompting me to work harder to get free, and I whine in my throat when I feel his hand curl over my waist and slip between my thighs. “Val!”I can’t use my other hand to fight him. Not when I’m using it to brace myself against his weight.

“You don’t want me to stop. I think you’re just upset about how much you know you’ll enjoy this, princess.” He brushes his fingers teasingly along my slit, pulling a shudder from me that I would’ve rather kept to myself. “See?” he huffs happily. “You know you want me to breed this pretty pussy of yours with your knees in the dirt in the middle of the woods.” He can’t keep theexcitement out of his voice, and I just groan in frustration as my fingers tighten in his hair.

“You’re the worst.” My voice is soft, but he chuckles anyway and shoves two fingers into me without preamble, pulling a sharp, surprised sound from me.

He wastes no time scissoring his fingers inside of me, eagerly fucking me open on them. “Better relax,” he growls against my ear before he nips it again. If he even feels how tightly I’m gripping his hair, he doesn’t seem to care. But I’m sure that it has to hurt.

Maybe he’s into that,my brain unhelpfully adds.

“Because I’m not waiting for you to remember how much you love it when I fuck you with my cock, Noa.” I meet his words with a strangled cry when he adds another finger, and I grit my teeth together to try to prevent anything else from escaping my lips.

But I hate that he’s not wrong with his arrogance and his irritating claims. Idolove it when either of them fucks me. Frankly, I probably love it too much, all things considered. Embarrassingly, I can feel my body heating with anticipation, and I can absolutely tell when his fingers can thrust in and out of me much more smoothly, lubricated by my arousal.

Naturally, he notices too. How could he not? Lifting his head, he suddenly pulls his fingers from my pussy to grip my chin, smearing my skin with my wetness. “I love you like this,” Val informs me. “Desperate and dirty and so fucking wet for me, even though you want to deny it. You should run from me more often, Noa. Out in the woods like this. Maybe next time, I’ll even let you take a weapon. Do you know why?”

Without waiting for me to answer, he kisses me harshly, biting my lower lip and demanding entrance to my mouth. He doesn’t give me an option. Not with his grip on my chin so tight and his mouth so full of coercion and sharp, perfect bites.

I’m panting when he finally pulls away, and it feels like my hand in his hair is the only thing anchoring me to the ground and stopping my brain from spinning away like a cloud. He lets go, but I barely notice. I’m too busy relearning how to breathe to realize he’s no longer holding my face. Instead, Val gently pries my fingers free from his hair, causing me to drop my hand to the dirt to give my other arm a break it’s definitely grateful for.

“What are you doing?” I pant when I feel him sit up on his knees behind me. But when I try to move, he’s quick to splay his fingers across my lower back in a warning.

“Stay,” he tells me sharply. “And to answer your question…” Suddenly both of his hands are on my hips, and he teasingly slides his cock against my slit, getting it wet with my growing arousal. I don’t have time to do anything except curl my fingers in the dirt and part my lips as a thousand incoherent protests try to bubble over my tongue.

But I don’t get the chance to voice any of them. Val slams into me without mercy, not stopping until he’s as deep as he can go. My arms give out, folding easily, until my hips and ass are in the air while my shoulders and face are in the dirt.

That doesn’t seem to be part of Val’s plan, however. He growls softly, his fingers tangling in my hair and jerking me upward until I’m forced to turn and look at his face in the moonlight. “When I chase you, it makes me all the more eager to claim you. To own you, to breed your holes until you’redrippingand unable to go anywhere. I want you to remember who you belong to, and I want you covered in enough of my marks so everyone other than Kieran knows to stay the fuck away from what’s mine.”

My mind is too far gone already to even reply to that. Especially since it takes me an embarrassingly long time to digest the words and their meanings. My first reaction isexcitement. My thighs tense, and my stomach tightens in anticipation of him making good on his words.

My second reaction ishorror. Because this is so fucked up on both sides. Him for saying it, for wanting it, and me for not being horrified first, turned on second.

Or, even better, not turned on at all.

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