Page 25 of Kortlek

My running comes to a halt when I find myself in front of the gate. With a hiss under my breath, I take a left turn and continue moving. I’m not even sure how long I’ve been running, but I know that it feels so fucking good being Cove’s little prey.

I’m about to take another left turn when I feel a hand wrap around my wrist. I’m yanked to the side, unsure of who the fuck just grabbed me. My mouth opens to scream, but a hand covers it, muffling the sounds.

“Found you, bunny.’’ Cove murmurs in my hair.

His hand releases my wrist and sneaks around my waist, pulling my back onto his front, keeping me pressed against him. I’m still trying to catch my breath, panting and breathing heavily. His hand on my mouth slowly moves to him gripping my throat.

“Did you have a good run?”

When I don’t respond, his fingers firmly press into the sides of my neck, making me gasp for air. It doesn’t cut the oxygen completely, but it’s enough to make me gasp for air. My eyes close for a moment, my senses sharpening.

Specifically, it’s his scent that drives me crazy.

Slowly, his hand sneaks up my dark, blood-stained hoodie, his hand sprawled on my stomach. He moves it up and down a little, enjoying the trail of goosebumps the little touches leave in their wake. He inches upward, under my bra and cupping one of my breasts.

A moan slips from me.

“Fucking hell, bunny,’’ he groans. He kneads the soft flesh before rolling my erect nipple between his fingers. The touch is anything but gentle, and I can’t get enough of it. I need more, and his teasing is causing the impatience to grow.

“Cove,’’ my breath hitches a little, voice cracking.

“Yes, bunny? Use your words.’’

He gives my nipple a rough pull, heat pooling right between my legs at the combination of pain and pleasure. Cove presses his crotch into my ass, his hard cock twitching slightly. My throat goes dry at the sensations, and I’m suddenly starting to feel both overwhelmed and underwhelmed.

“I need more,’’ I admit.

Cove chuckles, his lips grazing the side of my neck. His hot breath causes a small gasp of surprise to slip past my mouth. He nibbles on my sensitive flesh, definitely leaving a hickey. His tongue darts out, tasting it.

I’m pretty sure there’s some blood on that spot, too.

And it just makes me wetter. The heat between my legs isn’t giving any indication of stopping anytime soon, and with Cove sucking on my neck and toying with my chest, it makes my knees nearly buckle.

I whine in disappointment when Cove releases me. My disappointment lasts a couple of seconds before he moves to stand in front of me, the mask yet again on top of his head. He’s staring straight into me, a wild, obsessively lustful gaze in his eyes.

“On your knees.’’

Before my mind can process his words, my body obeys. I look up at him, my knees touching the grass beneath me. Aside from a few crickets and our breathing, it’s deadly silent. I shut everything else out, completely focusing on Cove’s movement.

It’s slow. He’s teasing me, yet again, taking his sweet time pulling his zipper down. My gloved hands are fisted, resting on my thighs. My eyes are glued to his face, chest beating rapidly against my ribcage. This is what madness feels like. And if it’s with Cove, mad I shall be.

His zipper comes undone, and he pushes his pants and boxers down in one go. His cock springs free, hitting my cheek. The musky scent causes my mouth to water a little. It’s such a pretty cock. It’s a little curved at the tip and thicker than the man I’d had the displeasure of losing my virginity to.

The tip is glistening in his precum, slowly dripping down the length. And the fact that it’s veiny makes this all so much better. I’m barely containing myself from taking it in my mouth because a single look of warning from him causes me to stop.

“Open your mouth and stick your tongue out.’’

Another command that I obey like a mindless doll.

Cove presses his thumb on my tongue, seemingly inspecting my mouth. A smirk tugs on the corner of his lips, eyes darkening a shade. The Cove I know vanishes. The person — the entity in front of me - is someone I can’t recognize.

He’s hungry. He’s hungry for me, and the shaking of his body just proves how hard he’s trying to hold himself back from fucking me right here and now. I’m aware that won’t happen. It’s too risky. It’s almost four in the morning. Arlo and Blair are bound to finish the game, and once the alarm goes off, we’ll be forced to leave.

For now, I focus on the wild animal in front of me.

Cove removes his thumb from my tongue, and I remain in the same position. He inches closer, gripping his cock at the base. He gives it a good tug a few times before slapping my tongue with the tip. He smears the salty precum all over my lips and tongue, and I moan, closing my eyes.

I swallow the taste, and a wave of pure ecstasy rushes through my veins. The taste is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. It’s like a drug, and both my mind and body yearn for more. The mere thought of what his cum would taste like is enough to send my brain into a state of frenzy.

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