Page 26 of Siren's Kiss & Feral Beasts
She sees this from over her shoulder, stumbling in the limited light, but rights herself at just the right moment before turning right. There’s a thicker crop of trees up ahead, almost maze-like, and she slips within the Ceibas and breadfruit trees. A couple of almond and guava trees are also present, but they flank the outer rim of this cropping.
“Name, sweet female?”
“You have to earn the right, Wolf.” My beast likes the challenge. His chuffs mix with my laugh, and the sound reverberates through the jungle. More so when she finds refuge behind a large trunk, her front plastered to its bark. She’s trying to be inconspicuous, but those violet eyes cannot be hidden.
They catch the moonlight, dim as it may be through the treetops, and I bite back a smile.
It’d be easy to snatch and mount her, take what is mine, but I don’t.
Instead, I drag my claws across the closest tree trunk. The gouges I leave behind are jagged and deep, but it’s the sharp splintering of wooden fibers that makes her run. From one Ceiba to another, even a palm if she ventures farther to the edge, while I watch.
Her heart rate speeds up, and her breathing is a bit labored, but it’s the spike in her scent that has me fighting back a full shift. It’s stronger now, spreading through each tree until reaching me, and the way it slides across my bare skin feels like the soft stroke of her hand. As if she were walking around me, dragging her finger over each muscle before dipping low.
From tip to knot, I pulse in time with her heartbeat. Thethump, thump, thumpis a cadence I walk toward while she moves again. I’m at the center of the cluster as she prances around me, hiding behind trees, while I let her think she’s won.
“You’re not good at this game, are you?”
“You’re going to pay for that.”
“I’m not afraid,” she singsongs, making another change in position. A mistake. Her thought process, though cocky, trusted that this predator had become docile during our game. Thinking she could slip past me and escape my grasp. Another mistake.
One I will capitalize on. The second she rushes, I turn and pounce, slipping a hand around her waist as I lift her off the ground mid-sprint. What starts as a shriek quickly turns into giggles, but even those are cut off within seconds.
Her back meets the trunk of the nearest vine-covered tree, my body pinning hers in place.
I don’t lower her, either.
We’re not face-to-face, more like she’s level with my upper chest, but she’s high enough that with a quick dip of my face, I can kiss her. Not that she complains. Instead, this little treasure digs her fingers into my arm and arches up into me. There’s just a thin bit of cotton separating her skin from mine, and yet her heat sears me.
Having her this close feels right.
“Whose bad at this game?” It leaves me in a groan when she manages to wrap one leg around my hip. The hem of her dress rises, more soft skin exposed, and I groan out as one hand traces from her knee to her upper thigh and back down again. “Tell me.”
“I can admit defeat.” She tries to hop and wrap her other leg around me and fails. Then she pouts, an unconscious act from the furrow of her brows and the way she looks down toward said leg.
Cutest fucking thing.
“Ask me.”
“I don’t?—”
“Tell me what put that look on your face, and I’ll fix it.”
Understanding dawns, and once again she blushes. With my wolf's ability to see clearly at night, I catch the pink on the apple of her cheeks and the thin misting of sweat clinging to every inch of her. It’s light, but hard to ignore when each drop that rolls down her skin is magnified decadence.
My fangs ache with the need to bite, but before I can at the very least nip her ear, she tips her face up and flutters her eyelashes at me. Slowly. Coquettishly. “Help me lift my leg.”
Playfully, I snap my teeth a hair’s breadth from her small button nose. “And place it where, little treasure?”
Those violet eyes narrow, and her lips purse. “You’re enjoying this.”
“I am. Not going to deny that.”
“Please wrap my leg around your waist,” she says, voice so sweet. Low and breathy.
A wish I grant, pressing my hard, half-covered cock against her bare pussy. The head grazes her slit, and we both pause, lust striking through me with the force of a battering ram.
I know there are things we need to discuss.
