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Jasper wets two of his fingers and then smears the blue across his other palm and fingers. He does this again until his hand is coated, and then he gently grabs my throat. The pressure of his fingers leaving paint on me in that possessive hold has my clit throbbing. I watch his face as he holds me there, owning me.
Finally, he peels his hand from my neck and dips his knuckles in the paint. He puts two dots below my eyes, then drags a line from the top of my forehead down the bridge of my nose. He sits back on his heels and looks at me, his work with the blue completed.
I grab the black next and offer it to him. He cups his blue-painted palm and then swirls his black-tipped fingers through the paint until they’ve mixed, creating a dark, sparkly navy. He draws soft, swirling lines up from my belly button and around my breasts, spiraling tighter and tighter. The sensation of him edging my nipples has them hardening to stiff points that ache for his affection.
Last, he draws long, thin patterns down the outside of my thighs, and stops there. I put the bowl aside and we stare at one another for a moment, taking in our work splashed across each other’s bodies.
“Rise,” he says, his red-stained lips taut with desire.
I stand on shaking legs, looking down at him. He inhales deeply through his nose and closes his eyes.
“I can smell how wet you are for me,” he purrs. “You’re not going to be able to hide, Reina, so you’ll have to be fast.”
My palms and feet tingle with anticipation and my breast shudders with my thudding heart. I’ve never wanted something I feared so desperately. My mouth is dry, and my weeping cunt is aching.
His eyes snap open, fully blacked out and glowing with opal magic. “Run.”
Chapter forty-nine
Jasper
Reina turns from me and dashes into the trees. My body trembles as I restrain myself, giving her a proper head start. Her ass jiggles as she leaps over a fallen log and then disappears between golden branches.
Ten, eleven, twelve,I count to myself, keeping my focus on waiting, on giving her a chance. It’ll be no fun if I snatch her up in seconds…then again, burying my straining cock deep inside her would satiate this primal claiming greed that makes my blood run hot.
Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen.My clenched fists shake and I tune my ears to that of the wolf, listening for my prey. She’s still running, fast and flat out, but she’s not far enough away that I can’t catch her in moments.
Twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six,I count, gritting my teeth against the feral urge to rut her senseless and fill her with my cum. I envision myself tackling her to the ground and forcing her face into the dirt with a fistful of her hair to hold onto as Ipound into her from behind. She’ll scream, and drool, and pant, and beg as I make her come again, and again.
My body jerks from the ground and I charge forward, following the scent of her arousal. I leap over the fallen log and land with sure feet. My pursuit is relentless, instinct overtaking thoughts as I move to fulfill our mating and finalize our bond to reunite our souls.
I stop as I notice her scent coming from two different directions. I follow the fainter one for a moment and stop at a small aspen tree. There on the bark is a smear of glistening arousal.
“Clever girl,” I trill low in my chest as I lick it off and follow the stronger scent.
She’s planted several more of these distractions, but I ignore them as I close in on her. I can hear her breathing now, and smell just how terrified and excited she is. I bite my lip, tasting the bitter tang of the paint she’s left there. Soon, all I’ll taste is her gorgeous pussy.
She giggles and I catch a flash of her golden hair.
Mine.
I surge after her, closing the distance in seconds. She glances over her shoulder and squeaks in fear, then laughs again and pushes faster. Her powerful thighs flex as she runs from me, and I take a gratifying few seconds to just observe, basking in her glory.
Saliva pools in my mouth and I lunge for her, wrapping my arms around her waist. I spin us, defusing some of the momentum before dragging her down to the ground. She rolls onto her belly and digs her fingers into the dirt as she tries to pull away. I bite into the meat of her ass, not breaking skin, but asserting myself, willing her to surrender to me. She kicks her legs with a delightful squeal. She sounds like soft prey, and I dominate her as such, pulling her legs on either side of my hips.
The tip of my cock brushes against her hot, wet center and she squirms, fighting me harder. She twists and throws a fistful of dirt that hits my face. I cough, loosing my grip on her just enough. She scrambles out of my hold and takes off again, tripping and stumbling. I wipe the grit from my eyes with a grin.
I dig my claws into the earth and sprint forward like a beast. I leap onto her back and spin us toward the ground again. She wiggles and pulls on my arms, then lurches forward, grabbing onto a nearby branch for leverage. I hold her hips and thrust up into her. My cock slides through her slick center, but misses her opening. Reina moans and pulls away from me.
I growl and thrust harder, trying to get her down onto my painfully needy cock. She gets her feet under her and tries to stand, but she’s fighting against my full body weight pulling her back down. I use her next attempt to escape to pull myself up behind her.
I tighten her hips against mine and wrap my arm under her belly to reach her opening. Her feet dangle off the ground and she kicks her legs, still holding desperately to the tree branch as if she can get away if she just pulls hard enough.
My fingers stroke across her clit and the head of my cock. I pull back and line myself up with her opening. She wraps her legs around my hips, pushing her heels into my back.
Finally, surrender.
Mine.
