Page 77 of Somebody to Save
Too entrenched in my imagination, I almost missed the flash of pink hair to my left. Pivoting, I took off after her. She darted between trees, and I knew exactly where she was going.
My legs were nearly twice as long as hers, so it took little effort to catch her. But that would ruin the fun.
I slowed my pace until I was just behind her. Until I could hear the terror in each of her panted breaths and feel her urgency in each pump of her arms and steps she took. I imagined herheart racing and her baser instincts insisting that she keep moving.
My smart girl didn’t look back as she tried to outrun me, but she was already tired. She tried to push herself harder, but her legs were about to give out. Her knees buckled every once in a while, and she was more focused on not falling than she was on me behind her.
We broke through the trees and into the clearing, and I locked my arms around her middle. I rolled so she fell on top of me, and we both tumbled to the ground.
She began to scream, but I slammed my hand over her mouth as we hit the ground. Rolling on top of her back, I pressed enough of my body weight on top of her that she couldn’t move or wiggle out of my grip.
I dropped my mouth to her ear. “Stop fucking screaming,” I growled, and she whimpered against my hand. “You knew what would happen when I caught you, baby girl. You said it yourself:chase me, catch me, fuck me, use me.”
THIRTY-SEVEN
MAKE ME SCREAM
Addison
As much asI knew I wasn’t in any real danger, I still couldn’t choke down the urge to scream.
But even as I tried, no real sound came out. Beckett’s palm muffled the screech, and there wasn’t enough air in my lungs to project.
He skillfully tackled me, rolling me over, so I didn’t collide with the ground. My shirt rode up, and my bare stomach was pressed into the grass and dirt beneath me. It stung against the scrapes and cuts I knew were marring my skin. My teeth dug into the tender flesh of his hand, but he didn’t dare pull it away. No matter how hard I bit him, he wasn’t giving in.
He was right, too—I knew exactly what would happen when he caught me.
“Doesn’t mean I have to make it easy,” I panted against his palm. Digging my feet into the ground and scraping my nails through the dirt, it didn’t matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t buck him off me. He only held me harder and laughed against the crook of my neck, taking a deep breath like he was breathing me in.
His thick erection pressed against my ass, and my mind was split with what to do. I wanted to feel him inside me, fucking me mercilessly into the ground, but I also didn’t want to make it easy. Now that he had me, that instinct to run and fight was growing quieter, but it was still there.
“What’s your safe word?”
He pulled his hand back from my mouth just enough that I could speak. “Red,” I whispered.
He brushed the hair away from the side of my face and peered down at me. The moon was high and bright in the sky, at least enough that I could see his sharp features and dark eyes. He hummed his approval deep in his throat, and I licked my lips in anticipation.
“Check in. What’s your color right now?”
There wasn’t a moment of hesitation. “Green,” I moaned, digging my fingers into the ground beneath me. I used whatever strength I could to push my hips off the ground just enough that I could grind my ass back into him. The thick outline of his shaft was prominent even between our clothes.
“Green, Daddy,” I repeated for good measure and was rewarded with a deep growl.
Everything from then on was like a blur, and I so badly wanted time to slow down so I could revel in every second. But that was never going to happen. My emotions were heightened, and every desire and instinct was at the forefront of my mind, controlling every action and move I made.
“Stay fucking still and stay fucking quiet,” Beckett warned through gritted teeth. And I thought I might have the opportunity to fight more as he lifted some of his weight off me, but he was too quick. He gathered both of my hands in one of his and shoved them above my head, slamming them into the hard ground.
One of his thick legs was between mine, and he used his knee to shove my thighs wider as he gripped the waistband of my sweatpants. He didn’t hesitate to rip themoff me. Not just pulling them down my legs but tearing the fabric from my body like it was nothing.
I gasped as the cold hit the wetness gathering between my thighs, and I felt the first brush of grass against my bare legs.
“There’s my girl,” Beckett murmured. He tightened his hold on my hands still straining above my head and pushed my shirt up with his other. The cold whipped across the heated skin of my back, and I shivered and bowed, searching for more. More of what, I wasn’t sure. Just more of him.
And he gave it to me, running a reverent, gentle touch down my spine. I shivered at the stark contradiction. A moment of sensuality among the assertive dominance I expected. It was a brief second, but it was enough to bring tears to my eyes.
It didn’t last long. I heard the smack of Beckett’s palm before I felt the pinpointed sting on my ass. I yelped more in surprise than pain and chewed on my lower lip as he smacked the other side even harder.
“Scream all you want, baby girl,” he murmured and dropped his mouth to my ear as he shoved my legs farther apart. “But we’re all alone, and no one can fucking hear you.”
