Page 25 of Dawn to Dusk
I inhaled deeply, savoring the scent like a fine European wine. She smelled like light and freedom.My sunshine. The possessive thought was not appropriate, but I let it stay on the inside. I licked my lips and tasted her thick desire in the air.
My cock hardened against my trousers and pressed against the apex of her thighs. I growled, and her surprised gasp was priceless. Someone liked a beast’s brute excitement. Her scent flourished, inviting me to partake in her desire. I stood us both up and placed her on her feet, giving her the chance to flee.
“What do you want?” My voice rumbled with thinly controlled lust.
All I needed was confirmation that my prey wanted me to catch her.
Chapter 8:
Esmerey
My heart beat wildly out of my chest as I recognized his stance. He thought he could hunt the hunter. I twirled us around, pinning him against a nearby tree. He gave a snarl worthy of a leader of beasts and flipped us till my chest was pressed flat against the solid trunk.
I moaned at his dominance. Something I didn’t even know I liked before that moment. Pylo’s control felt like shame and humiliation. Edur’s tasted like heady power and pure desire. It made me want to push him more.
“Don’t try to do that again, Sunshine.” He growled, but this was not the same growl that he used to threaten me with. This growl rumbled deep in his chest and made my entire body clench. His lips kissed my throat. “I top you, not the other way around.”
A breathless chuckle left my throat. I knew I would always try. It came naturally for me to take control to get what I wanted, but I didn’t mind submitting to him either; he just needed to earn it.
He pushed my skirt up around my hips. Fabric ripped off me and a cool breeze caressed my backside. I arched my back to give him more access to me.
His fingers found my clit fast, not needing a roadmap to get there. Each circle of his thumb made my skin feel hotter until I started undoing the buttons of my shirt to get some air. He reached around with his free hand and ripped my shirt open with a feral snarl, like I took too long, and he lost his patience.
The wind touched me as intimately as he did, cooling my fevered skin. Every stroke built me up to that top ledge of bliss,but instead of throwing me over, he turned me and picked me up.
My back met the tree’s rough, unforgiving bark, but his cool body against mine recaptured my focus. Our lips met with the same amount of excitement as my nails dug into his shoulders.
His cool cock rubbed through my slit, and I threw my head back against the tree. He pressed into me, and I realized the sheer girth of him was far bigger than what I was accustomed to.
“Oh!” I gasped.
He smirked against my lips. “I’ll be gentle.”
“I know.” I didn’t recognize the certainty in my voice.
My response pleased him. His blue eyes glowed and that smile was to kill for. A rumble in his chest made me feel some happiness I didn’t fully understand, and I was not willing to dissect the feeling. He pushed deeper inside me, and his expression morphed into wild depravity that I could taste.
Every inch he pressed into me took my breath away. His nose stayed tucked against my throat, and I knew he was searching to see if I was scared or hurt. Neither of which were on my mind.
He growled as his thrusts sped up. Thinking around him proved to be impossible. He occupied all my thoughts. His cool minty smell in my nose. The sound of his skin slapping mine. How his skin cooled me and heated me up at the same time. Too tight hands on my quivering thighs holding me to him.
His thrusts bounced me up, dragging my tender core against his pelvic bone. I bit his shoulder to hold in my cries. His hand threaded into my hair and pulled my head back. “Tell the whole forest.”
His bass-filled voice did things to me. I should not respond to growling; I wasn’t a beast. The sound spiked right through my well-built defenses and hit me right in the chest, filling mewith something I never felt before. Like there was no need for defenses or walls. I was where I belonged.
Safe.
Home.
My insides clamped down on him tighter. A snarl ripped from his chest, and his hips hit me harder, almost abusive in how his body slammed against mine. But it was perfect; the friction was exactly what I needed. A long, pleasure-filled moan left me.
My gut clenched as familiar warmth grew stronger and stronger. He hit that amazing place inside me with every stroke. It was too much.
I cried out as he shoved me over the precipice he held me captive on. Pulses of blinding rapture ripped through me with all the ferocity of the man who gave them to me.
He let out a roar, aiming it at the sky, and stuffed himself as far in me as he could to fill me with his essence. His roar downgraded to a comforting rumble in my ear as time went on and his arms tightened around my back to hold me close to him. His cool skin felt soothing on my abused back.
When I came down, I realized my eyes fell closed. Lazily, I looked around and noticed pink hair peeking out from behind a tree. Ziam’s boyish smile appeared, and he blew me a kiss.
