Page 90 of The HalloQueen

I screamed and turned around as fast as I could, slipping against the damp ground and propelling myself off of each tree that I reached. I had to climb hastily over several fallen trunks and I knew he was still too close for me to slow down for the obstacles, it would probably be faster to run around things.

“Annabel,” His voice was song-like in the dark, coming from no obvious direction and making goosebumps erupt over my skin. Hell, he could have been in a tree for all I knew, “Mon coeur, I will always catch you… if you stop running I might just reward you.”

I snorted and made a sharp left, bolting toward what I thought would be the beach, I knew it was a few acres between the cemetery and the beach, so I should have been able to find it easily. Unfortunately, while the moon had lit up the cemetery fairly well, the trees obscured a lot more light making everything look pretty similar and there weren’t a lot of identifying landmarks among the dark silhouettes. I paused momentarily, and couldn’t hear him behind me at all. I took off again knowing that if he hadn’t caught me yet, it was only because he didn’t want to yet. I looked over my shoulder again, hoping to see him to gauge our distance, but the moment of distraction cost me, my foot clipping on a root and I went flying through the air, almost landing on my face when a firm pair of hands caught me out of nowhere.

“Carefulchérie, if you break your face we won’t get to play your game.”

I squeaked, “Where did you come from?!”

He turned me around and smacked my ass, “Run, little witch.” He evaporated into a mass of black bird again, making my heart nearly beat out of my chest.

I booked it in the direction I’d been going, still wanting to get to the beach instead of weaving through the trees. I knew I’d be more in the open, but at least I wouldn’t trip on a tree root again. I hauled myself up a hill, feeling my breath getting short and knowing that I would need a break soon. A fat girl break meant that I needed to find somewhere to hide.

I took a deep breath before cresting the hill and cursing; I’d been going the wrong way, I was back at the cemetery. I risked a glance around and didn’t see the shadow of his raven, so I sprinted to the ancient sycamore tree to rest in its shadow.

I could hear nothing except the pounding of my heart, thudding in my ears. I swore it had to have been loud enough to alert him I was there, as if it were theTell-Tale Heartfrom Poe’s writings, torturing the narrator each night from beneath the floorboards.Would a madman have been so wise as this?I was mad. I had to be. I invited a predator to chase me, and deeper in my madness, I couldn’t wait for him to catch me.I smiled - for what had I to fear?

“Boo,” His voice came from above me and I jumped at the sight of him sitting on a tall branch of the tree as if he had landed there as his raven before shifting.

I squeaked and began to run, only for his body slam against my back, making us to slide down the hill in a smear of mud and rolling us in the air so we landed on his back instead of mine.

“I win,” he grinned, “what do I get for my prize?”

“Me.” I smiled back, my heart still pounding from the adrenaline, and my hair curtaining us, “Always me.”

He untied his ridiculous cape, and rolled me onto it, protecting me from the damp ground. “You are the greatest prize in the world,amour. But I’m afraid you’ll have to pay for your recklessness. Who runs through a cemetery on Halloween night?”

“Someone who isn’t afraid of the dark, I suppose.”

He raised his brows and hummed in amusement, leaning down to leave a trail of kisses down my neck and onto my bust, nipping the top curve of my chest which was attempting to escape from my costume. He easily ripped it open, the flimsy seam in the front not standing a chance against his strength, and he groaned in appreciation at the black lingerie I’d selected for the evening.

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” He worshiped me through the lace, kissing, licking, and biting my nipples while rubbing the lace into my sensitive skin.

“He says looking at my boobs and not at me,” I teased.

“I could say it to something else if you prefer, Bels.” He rucked up my skirt, feeling my bare legs that had been scraped up and covered in mud. When he reached the apex of my thighs he groaned, “you went to five bars with no panties on? You naughty witch.”

I shrugged, “My vampire mate would never have let anyone close enough to try anything.”

“All the same,” he rumbled, lowering his head and pulling the skirt back over his head to keep my legs warm. He dug his fingers into the flesh of my inner thighs, spreading me, and placed kisses toward his goal. I looked above me at the moon, thanking the goddess that this male was still there with me, and moaned when the warmth of his tongue dove into my slit.

He lapped at my cunt, sucking and nibbling at the sensitive nerve endings making me tremble and roll my hips against his face.

“Fuck, Tommy, right there, don’t stop.” I reached down to press his head into me through my dress, but couldn’t get a grip on his hair through the cheap fabric, “Tommy.” I groaned, pushing myself up into him since pushing him down wouldn’t work.

He took long, lingering licks from ass to clit, worshipping each part of me equally with precision and familiarity. When he placed his hands back on my bare thighs and I felt the gentle caress of him against my mind, I welcomed him in. I poured the love and fear and appreciation I’d felt since the night I thought I lost him, letting it cascade over him. I poured my love into him like the bottomless vessel he considered me to be, but he fed me right back, ensuring that I wouldn’t empty, connecting me to his lust and adoration. If there were a lack of words to explain the depth of feeling we’d accepted for each other, they were easily found in the mixing currents of our emotions, creating a circuit between us, charged and ready for whatever was coming.

My core tightened and my chest hollowed as I lost my breath, heading closer to completion, knowing he would never leave me alone on the other side of a scene again. Using my legs on his shoulders, I tried to tighten him against me, my body shook at the sucking sensation in exactly the right place. As I was about to tumble into the darkness we both craved, he froze and I whimpered like a wanton romance character.

“Please,” I begged, “I’m so close.”

He came out from under my skirt, pulling his cock free from his black trousers, and notched himself at my entrance, “If you’d stopped running you would have gotten to finish in my mouth, letting me lap up every last drop of your desire, however, since you lost the game, you will scream as you cum on my cock.”

I chuckled breathlessly, “man, what a lose-lose situation.” I gasped as he slammed himself into me fully and stilled, “fuck!”

“Mmmm, I thought I wanted to see your face as you writhed and begged, but I think I want to fuck you so hard that can’t move tomorrow. Then I can spend all day fucking you any way I’d like- every way I’d like, while you’re trapped in our bed.”

“Promises, promises.” I groaned, rotating my hips against him, begging him to begin moving. He pulled out leaving me feeling hollow and wanting and quickly flipped me to my hands and knees, throwing my skirt up over my ass, and reentered me, reaching forward to wrap his fist around my hair.

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