Page 31 of Haunted By the Mountain Man
I thrust into her in one smooth motion, both of us groaning at the sensation. No gentle buildup tonight. Tonight was about claiming, about possession, about making sure she understood that she was never leaving this mountain without me.
"That's it," I growled, setting a punishing pace. "Take all of me. Such a good girl, letting me use this tight little body however I want."
Her fingers clawed at the sheets as I pounded into her. The sound of skin against skin was erotic and pushed me higher. When I felt her getting close, I pulled out, flipping her onto her back.
"Want to see your face when you come on my cock," I said, sliding back inside her. "Want to watch you fall apart knowing you're mine."
"Yours," she gasped, her nails raking down my back. "Always yours."
I hitched her leg higher, changing the angle, and she cried out. "That's my girl. So perfect for me. Going to keep you here, barefoot and pregnant, taking care of our family."
"Yes," she moaned, clenching around me. "Want your babies. Want everything."
That broke the last of my control. I drove into her harder, faster, chasing both our releases. When she shattered around me, I followed immediately, filling her with everything I had.
We lay tangled together afterward, both breathing hard. I kept her pinned beneath me, not ready to separate yet.
"Stay," I said against her hair. "Not just the week. Stay forever."
"We'll figure it out," she promised, pressing a kiss to my chest.
But I needed more than promises. I needed certainty. I needed her legally bound to me in every way possible. Soon.
The next morning as I was getting ready to go back to my cabin, Raven was still fussing with her camera and taking pictures.
“What are you doing?” I asked, wanting to get out of here before Walt realized we were going.
"I need decent internet to upload the Halloween special today."
Every protective instinct I had flared to life. "You better make sure it’s not going to bring any urbex shitheads up here."
She rolled her eyes. "Trust me."
"It’s prime Halloween material with ghosts and stuff.”
"Have I broken one promise to you? No. So when I say trust me, you trust me. Besides, I have a plan to make this place urbex poison."
"How?"
"You'll see. But I promise, after my videos go live, no one will want to come near this place."
Before I could respond, we heard Walt's voice from the dining room, agitated and loud.
We found him moving chairs around frantically, setting them up in rows like he was preparing for a meeting.
"I believe," he kept saying. "I should have been there. I should have believed Rebecca. I have to find her and Jimmy and tell them I’m sorry.”
"Walt, it's okay." I moved toward him slowly, hands visible. "They aren't here right now."
"Yes they are." His weathered face was flushed, eyes wild. "I saw them go upstairs to the office. They're looking for proof, but it's dangerous. The fire will kill them, if I don’t get them out.”
I grabbed his wrist, checking his pulse. Racing. His breathing was shallow and rapid, classic panic attack symptoms but with his heart condition...
"Walt, I need you to sit down."
"No. I have to warn them." He pulled away from me, stumbling toward the stairs. "You need to get out too. Rebecca! Jimmy! Get out! Get out now before—"
He stopped mid-sentence, his hand flying to his chest. His eyes went wide with pain and fear before he collapsed.
