Page 38 of The Hidden Falling
Run.
So, I do.
I spin and take off, forcing Runa to give me some strength because we sure as fuck are going to need it. We can’t compete against the Alpha at our backs, I know it and so does she. Yet with the need to flee, another thought niggles at the back of my mind. This isn’t just us running to get away, but a need to assess the male behind us.
A strange urge to see if he is worthy.
If he can catch me.
I jump over small boulders and exposed tree roots, not even daring to look behind me as I dart through the trees and duck under branches. I hear Darius growl behind me, shaking the very air, but this time it’s not in anger, it’s in… approval. My brows furrow at the unusual sound, but I continue on, ignoring how that particular sound lights me up from within.
I’m fast, and I know this forest well. It’s my home. I’ve been nearly everywhere in here, and that’s the advantage I’ll need. I aim for one of the rivers up ahead. If I can cross it and duck under the water quickly, it will hide my scent when I get to the other side, giving me more of a chance to lose him and leave him to calm down.
Throwing a rock at him was childish for sure, but the bastard deserved it. His words hurt, and assuming we haven’t suffered made my blood boil, so I threw a stone. I don’t think he appreciated that. I grimace, but keep my senses open, only hearing the movement of animals ahead of me scurrying away at my approach. But I feel nothing behind me. Did I lose him? I hear the sound of rushing water up ahead and move my legs faster, spotting the river just in the distance. I check over my shoulder, seeing nothing but trees, and I blow out a breath. I think I actually lost him, but I’ll still go through the river to the other side. He will catch up to me eventually, but he’ll have to find me first.
I glide around a huge tree and aim for the water. I hit it with a splash, feeling its coolness seeping into my skin. With it being so deep inside the forest, it doesn’t get much sunlight to warm it up, but at least it’s not freezing. I wade through it as fast as I can, making as little noise as possible. Reaching halfway, the water is up to my waist now, I’m just about to duck under when I’m collided with and forced under. I open my mouth on a scream, but all I get is a lungful of liquid. I thrash in the arms that surround me, my feet kicking out, trying to dislodge him. I’m running out of air, my lungs constricting, and I start to wriggle more fiercely when I’m suddenly brought to the surface. I hack up water, spluttering and taking in deep breaths of air as I thrash to get away from the male at my back. I don’t get far as arms are banded around my chest tightly, my own pinned at my sides as I continue to twist in the asshole’s arms, my legs pushing off the riverbed to try and aid me.
I bring a hand up and grip his forearm, my short nails clawing at the skin until his nose presses against the side of my neck, just below my ear. I still at his touch. At the place where he shouldn’t be touching me.
My heart slams against my chest, and there is no way he doesn’t feel it with the arm banded across me. His growl is a low rumble, pressing his nose further into my skin, and I can’t hold back the tiny sound that escapes me. He pulls me more firmly against him, drawing me closer, and I feel hardness digging into my lower back. My stomach drops and my nipples tighten at the feel of him, the heat of him, the scent of him. I pant as he brings a hand up, stroking my side leisurely until he slowly wraps a hand around the front of my throat and tilts my head to the side, exposing more of my neck to him as he speaks against my skin.
“You shouldn’t have run, little wolf,” he rumbles in a low husky voice. “It excites me.” He nips my flesh, and my body flushes at his attention.
“You were angry,” I pant, unconsciously tilting my head further as his teeth travel up my neck, biting me softly. My eyes close as his hold on my throat tightens, his arm moving from my chest further down to hold my hip.
I’m not panicking at his hold on me. I’m not flinching away from his touch like I would have with others. Through the slow haze that’s clouding my mind, I realize that I have not once ever flinched away from him.
He spins me suddenly, using the hand that’s still on my neck to guide me as I face him. He takes his hand off my hip and grabs me under my chin, adding pressure until I look up into his eyes. My lids slowly open, the feeling like I’m floating at his nearness consuming me as I try to clear my mind. His eyes are a little dimmer now, the white of his eyes only showing black that’s bleeding at the edges. Although his wolf may have pulled back slightly, one prominent thing still has me entranced as I look in his half-lidded eyes.
The heat in them.
They’re burning, threatening to eat me alive and devour me in the ashes that he will leave in his wake.
He pulls me closer by my throat, a soft sound spilling from my lips as my hands land on his solid chest. “I am angry,” he says in a low tone. “But then you had to run from me. You know as well as I do how we wolves like the chase, the hunt, the challenge. And I always catch what I’m hunting, Rhea, you should know that from when I caught you in The Deadlands.” He dips his head lower, so close to me that I see flecks of silver dancing in his pupils, looking like tiny shards of exploded glass. “Now, I’m not just angry, I’m excited.” he growls, gripping my throat tighter, and Runa growls back before I can stop the sound escaping. He pauses, his eyes dropping to my lips before looking back up at me.
His body tenses at the look in my eyes, his thumb rubbing smoothly over my pulse and his brows form a line. He makes a frustrated sound at the back of his throat until he closes the distance between us, a breath away from my lips.
“Fuck you and fuck those eyes of yours,” he growls before he capture me in a brutal kiss. I let out a squeak of surprise, my fingers digging into his chest as I keep my eyes wide open, just like him. His eyes darken, and his lips press firmer on mine before he bites my lower lip in reprimand when I don’t kiss him back. I’m too stunned to do anything, to understand what the fuck is happening. He pulls away, his heated eyes take in my startled ones, both of us panting heavily and sharing each other’s breaths as we stare at each other. “Open for me,” he demands in a low tone. When I say nothing, he grabs and pulls my ponytail, holding me still. His mouth comes back to mine once more, squeezing my throat in warning to do what he says.
Unable to resist, I do, even though I have no idea what I’m doing, but he doesn’t seem to care.
My eyes close and a small moan escapes me as I relent to his demanding mouth as it moves with mine. I kiss him back, unsure but fiercely, my hands traveling up his chest to the back of his head. I grip his hair tightly in my fists, pulling him closer. Needing him closer.
He makes a sound of approval into my mouth, and the sound goes straight to my clit, causing wetness to pool between my thighs. His grip on my hair and throat tighten simultaneously, no doubt smelling my arousal that he caused, and that just excites me further. His hand moves away from my throat to my jaw and squeezes until my lips part for him. He invades my mouth, our tongues tangling in a battle for dominance, and I whimper at the feel of him, the taste of him. I want to bathe in him as his scent wraps around me.
I rock my hips forward, feeling his hardness pressing into my stomach, making me feel delirious with want. Need. I feel him turning us and walking me backwards, the cool water splashing against my heated skin as we move. My nipples rub against his chest through our wet clothing, and I release a long, low moan, wondering what it would feel like skin to skin. He lets go of my jaw and bends slightly, moving his forearm beneath my ass and lifts me up against him. I wrap my legs around his waist, feeling his cock against my center as I bring my arms around his neck. He releases my lips and trails open mouth kisses down the side of my neck while I move my hips, rubbing my pussy against him through our clothes. My back hits a hard surface, but I pay it no mind, feeling my body thrum with pleasure as I rock into him. His lips attack my collarbone, his hand squeezing my ass helping me move into him, guiding my body how he wants it as he tastes my skin. Why does this feel so good?
He grunts against my shoulder, moving me faster, his grip on my ass bruising with every rock of my body. “You smell so good, little wolf.” The gravel in his voice has pleasure thrumming through me. “You want to come, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I moan, and scrape my nails down the back of his neck, making him groan against me. He lifts his head and captures my mouth, devouring it as our tongues taste each other, and I feel my orgasm creeping closer. “Darius.”
His chuckle is deep as tiny sounds escape me as the tightness in me builds higher and higher as he grinds his cock against me, hitting my clit with just the right amount of pressure. His free hand roams over the swell of my breast, squeezing and roaming before he pinches my nipple through the fabric of my t-shirt, I suck in a sharp breath.
“Fuck,” he breathes against my mouth before everything tightens at the slight pain, at the pleasure I haven’t felt this strongly before flooding through me. I arch into him as my orgasm hits me hard and fast. My lips part as I moan, loud and long, and Darius groans low at the sound as my pussy contracts, my legs twitching around his hips.
He holds me close as my orgasm fades, my body slumping against him. We stay like that as I come back to myself, mouths not moving against each other, just touching as I catch my breath. I peel my eyes open, not realizing I closed them, and his eyes hold me captive, the desire in them sending butterflies into my stomach as his fingers twitch against my ass. When my breathing is under control, I hum at the satisfied feeling in my body, relishing in this new state, and then almost stop breathing, my body locking up around him.
What the fuck did I just do? How did that even happen?
