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“Do you think anyone could hear us up here? Or are we completely alone?” I ask.
“Beast,” he murmurs in a little warning.
“What?” I ask innocently.
“You know exactly what you are doing.” He growls, but his hand brushes against the back of my neck, teasing the sensitive nerves there.
“I know what I want to be doing.” I step away from him, feeling bolder, warmer, more sure of myself with each inch that I put between us. “I was just thinking about going for a run.”
His eyes darken.
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SCREAM SOME MORE
Bailey
“If you are going to run. Then run.” Sacha takes one step toward me. His feet crunching through the underbrush. “But I will catch you and a Bigfoot only does two things with his prey. Do you want to be eaten? Or fucked?”
My heart pounds in my chest. Fuck. I am already aroused.
“I can smell you now, little beast. I already know what I’ll be choosing. First one,” he grins, taking another step forward, “and then the other. Unless you are scared?”
“Fuck you, I’m not scared.” My words are half a whisper, fear and arousal pump through my veins in equal measure, my white Keds slide across the moss underfoot.
“Then you’d better run, before I give you a reason to be scared.” He grins, showing big sharp teeth. “You have until the count of ten, to get as far away from here as possible.”
“Shit,” I mutter, and then I turn and run. Behind me, I hear him dragging out the numbers, counting loudly as he watches me run away.
“One…Two…Three…”
My feet hit the dirt. I slip and scramble through the forest, no idea where I’m headed, a bumbling infant compared to the way that Sacha moved through the woods, but I can’t stop the wild laugh that bubbles up my throat; a gentle burn aches in my lungs as a flush chases up my face.
I do not hear any more numbers, only my panting breath and the crack of twigs under my feet.
And then he catches me.
I scream as we tumble to the ground, and I try to squirm out of his grasp. My hands scrape against the ground looking for purchase, but large hands grip my waist, jerking me back and pinning me down.
“Do you want me to make you scream some more?” He chuckles, then his mouth is on mine and I lose all track of my senses.
His hips trap me as his hands jerk at my dress, exposing my breast to the summer air for the briefest moment before his mouth captures one of my nipples.
I card my hands deep in his hair, trying to pull him closer, pull him into me. His hands travel up my thighs to find my underwear before ripping them. Jerking the scraps of fabric away from my pussy, and then he’s pushing his dick all the way into me, full and thick and hard. I’m already so wet that he slips in easily and I arch my back, pressing myself up into him as he covers me with his body.
But it still isn’t enough.
“Knot me.” I moan.
He rears back to look me in the eye.
“Knot me,” I say again. He’s silent but I repeat myself, answering his unspoken question. “Knot me, I mean it. I’m sure.”
With a growl he pulls out of me. I start to protest until he flips me over, tugging my ass into the air. Pushing my chest down, into the dirt and sticks that cover the forest floor.
“Fuck, you are perfect.” He shoves my dress up and pushes my thighs apart, “You are all mine, my mate, who is going to take all of me.”
Humid evening air slaps against my ass, highlighting the wetness I know is smeared all over my thighs. I expect the press of his dick again but am surprised when his slick tongue slithers across my slit and traveling up to the pucker of my asshole. Rough noises leak from my lips to be trapped by the forest floor.
