Page 78 of Beautiful Ascension

I wait until Owen’s footsteps sound faint, indicating he’s far enough away to take off safely. Strands of my midnight blue hair blow in my face, and I wish like hell for a hat or my hoodie to hide it under. In this lighting, my hair stands out like a beacon.

The giant red oak appears off in the distance. I’m almost to the clearing. In about another sixty or so yards, I’ll be out of the copse of trees.

I’m nearly at the field when an idea hits me, and I duck behind a tree. Peeking around the trunk, I watch Owen continue in the wrong direction, then begin stalking my prey. Licking my lips, I relish how quickly the roles reverse. We’re almost at the tree when I make my move, stepping on a few branches, ensuring he hears me, and then running.

“There you are,” Owen’s voice booms, and I squeal in excitement. This is more exhilarating than being chased. I hop over the outstretched roots of the oak tree into the clearing toward the hill and hear his feet hit the ground. He’s close.

“Come and get me,” I tease, knowing he won’t be able to resist. I take three steps before he wraps his arms around me, turning so he takes the brunt of the fall. We roll over a few times before we finally come to a stop. I’m on top, my hands pinning his shoulders to the ground as I hover over him. Both our chests are heaving. “I like this game,” I jest. “The hunter ends up being the hunted.”

“I was always the one hunting you, Angel,” he states confidently, attempting to grip my waist, but I force his hands over his head.

Ghosting my lips along his throat until I reach his ear. “Were you chasing me, or was I luring you?” I ask before licking the shell of his ear.

“Is that right,” he murmurs, his hazel eyes heating as I lower my lips to his. The taste of him is magnified by the adrenaline pumping through my veins. Owen groans, freeing his arms from my feeble hold before trailing his fingers up my side.

He thinks this game is over, but it’s only just begun. Nipping his bottom lip, I spring up and take off to the forest on the other side of the clearing.

“Oh, you better run, Angel, because the next time I catch you, you’re mine,” Owen exclaims.

I hear him drawing closer, the thud of his feet against the grass growing louder. But I don’t dare turn back. That’s how you sprain an ankle and get caught. I dart into the woods, hopping over rocks and ducking under low-hanging branches.

“Gotcha,” Owen says, and I shriek as he lowers us to the ground. I didn’t even hear him approach. His face dons a lascivious smile as he now traps my arms over my head, pinning my wrists with his left hand. “Did you think you could ever escape me, Angel?” His other hand snakes under my shirt until he grasps my breast and squeezes, sending a jolt between my legs. My eyes close, and I squirm while he teases my nipple. I could come off this alone. Owen growls, and my eyes snap open to meet his gaze. Darkness flashes in Owen’s eyes. Something I would’ve missed if my eyes weren’t glued to his. “There isn’t a stone I’d leave unturned, an ocean I wouldn’t run dry, or an afterlife I wouldn’t traverse to get you.”

I peer into his lust-filled, tormented eyes, feeling the magnitude of his words as Owen strips himself bare. His vulnerability is raw, striking me in my heart. “O—,” I begin, but he silences me with a brutal kiss, conveying the truth to his declaration with his lips.

Lost to the fire burning inside me, I don’t come up for air until he slams inside me. “Fuck. You’re always so ready for me, Angel. Squeezing my cock as only you can,” he confesses, powering into me. “I’m going to take you fast and hard. No interruptions this time.” My hips roll up, meeting each one of his thrusts. My pussy stretches around him as each snap of his hips pushes him deeper.

Owen grabs my throat, using it to control my pace. I throw my head back. “I’m so close,” I whimper.

“Not fucking yet,” he commands, releasing my neck and pulling out of me long enough to flip me onto my knees. Then he grips my hair, yanking me into a bowed position and latching onto the pulse point at the base of my throat.

Owen’s pace doubles as he bites down on my neck, pinching my nipples. I scream, clenching around him, but his pace is relentless. It’s not long before I’m careening over the edge. Moments later, Owen’s thrusts become jerky, and he pulls out of me, turning me around to face him. I watch as he rips the condom off and fists his dick. “Stick out your tongue,” he orders, and I quickly oblige. Our gazes lock just as warm jets of cum land on my tongue and across my face. “Don’t swallow.”

Leaning forward, he wipes his cum from one side of my face before covering his mouth with mine. As our tongues dance around his cum, Owen lowers his hand between my legs and swirls circles on my still-swollen clit. Closing my eyes, I throw my head back with a moan, and some of his nut trails down my chin. “Please,” I breathe, my chest heaving. “More,” I beg, and he rolls my clit between his fingers.

Gripping my hair, Owen pulls my head back, licking the trail of cum up my throat and kissing me while he pinches my clit. Heat pools in my stomach as he rubs me through release. I begin to shake, tremors racking my body when he brings his mouth to my ear. “One day in the distant future, I’m going to fuck our baby into you. I’ll fill you with so much cum that you have no choice but to have multiples. I won’t stop until there are little versions of the both of us on this Earth.”

The idea of him or any of my guys trying to impregnate feels so primal. I hope they all know that’s off in the very, far from now, distant future.

My chest heaves as I come down from my orgasm, seeing Owen’s attention locked on me. “Owen, I l?—”

I startle awake, groaning as my fingers plunge in and out of me while my thumb works my clit. “What the fuck, Ry,” I mumble, yanking my fingers away. This is the third time I’ve woken up with my hands between my legs since my lapse in judgment in the football stadium bathroom. “You really need to stop this shit,” I chastise myself. I know I’m extra horny because of the pregnancy, but I need my body to understand there are no dicks available to help us with that problem.

Picking my phone up, I check the time. “Holy shit, it’s three o’clock.” I sigh, then check my messages. There’s one from Shay.

ROD Bestie: Wake your ass up. We need to get ready to take your brothers out trick-or-treating tonight, ho. Guh wash yuh ass. See you at 4 PM.

Groaning, I roll from my body pillow, placing my feet on the floor, then push myself off the bed to stand. “Shower, brush my teeth, and get dressed,” I mutter, heading for the bathroom.

“I still don’t know how I feel about that one,” Shay confesses.

Turning, I follow her gaze. “Oh yeah, Conner. He’s not the most jovial, but he does his job well. So he stays for now,” I state.

Shay studies him a moment longer before shifting her attention back to the boys. “The twins look so freaking adorable,” she whispers low enough so only I can hear. The first time she mentioned them looking cute, they scowled and said they were scary monsters. I had to hide my smile behind my hand and fake cough to cover up my laugh.

They’re both dressed in black denim jeans and a black hoodie and are wearing glowing purge masks. I should be alarmed that they wanted to go as masked murderers that pillage parts of the U.S., hunting for their next victims, but they look too damn cute.

Security follows as they run to the door of the next house while Shay and I stand on the sidewalk at the end of the driveway. “Those two are a trip,” Elias states.

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