Page 18 of Wild Peak

“Mine.” Hunter’s low voice is muffled against my body, but when I look back up, those eyes are still on me. Piercing through to my core. “You’re mine, Brooke.”

Yes.

I’m his.

Body and soul.

I don’t know how long he’s down there, feasting and groaning andowningme, staking a claim. Working me into a jittery, breathless wreck, until I’m babbling nonsense up at the ceiling. Pleading for more, for more, for sweet relief.

It could be minutes or it could be hours, and I’ll never know because the second Hunter’s tongue swept up my slit, I lost all track of space and time.

All I know is: this is the best thing I’ve ever felt. And when he finally stops toying with me, when he tips me over the edge with two fingers pressed inside me, my body shakes like a leaf in the wind until I collapse, boneless and gasping.

There’s no reprieve. Hunter sits up, wipes his mouth on the back of his forearm, then notches his length to my entrance. He pauses, waits for me to give a wobbly nod, then surges forward to plunge fully inside me.

I howl, but not from pain. No, he’s prepared me too well, stretched my tight channel with his fingers, got me good and wet for him. My yell is pure shocked pleasure, and Hunter laughs darkly then starts thrusting, pounding rhythmically.

“Feels good, doesn’t it, sweetheart?”

Yes. It feels good.Morethan good. With his thick shaft working me, with that delicious stretch of him inside my body, with the sheer possessiveownershipin how Hunter leans over me, body sculpted in the starlight—it feels freaking amazing. It’s more than my fantasies could ever come up with.

Reaching up for his shoulders, I cling on for dear life. My legs wrap around his hips and squeeze. Hunters muscles are sheened with sweat, tensing and flexing as he throws his whole body into our shared pleasure. Each thrust makes my breath catch and my nerves sing.

Hunter is a force of nature. Seeing him like this, he’s as wild and rugged as any mountain storm, and okay—I understand now. I get why the popular, charming guy moved up here into this cabin; I get why he’s more at home out here where the wolves howl. This is therealHunter.

And I can’t get enough of him.

“Keep—keep going.” My nails score the front of his chest, and Hunter’s teeth flash white as he grins. One callused thumb finds my clit, and then I can’t think straight anymore. Can’t form words. Can’t speak. Can’t even feel my bumps and bruises anymore, my whole body overwhelmed with pleasure.

“Get used to this Brooke.”

Low words float through my haze, burrowing into my brain. They make my insides clench down on his pumping shaft, and my fingernails dig into his shoulders.

“I’m gonna fuck you like this every morning and night. Gonna make you scream my name so loud they hear you all the way down in town. You’remine,and the next time you step foot in civilization, you’ll be wearing my beard burn under your clothes.”

Yes.

My thighs flex around Hunter’s hips, and when a drop of his sweat lands on my lower lip, I lick it away. Tastes like salt, and I’m greedy for it. Greedy forhim, and for the promises he’s making.

Because I desperately want that. The next time I walk through town, I want Hunter’s secret mark on my skin, and the sweet ache of him between my thighs. The indoor girl, claimed by the mountain man. God, I never want to walk straight again.

“Every man in town is gonna be so fucking jealous when I claim you, when I put a ring on your finger and a baby in your belly, but that’s tough shit.” Hunter’s movements get rougher, sloppier, and my breathless moans float up to the ceiling.

Hunter squeezes his eyes shut and tilts his head back for a second, like he’s regaining control, thumb still stroking between my thighs. Then he looks me dead in the eye, spreads a hand out on my belly to hold me down, and starts pumping into me as deep as he can possibly go.

Every thrust pushes the air from my lungs. He’s so big and thick and long, I can practically taste him in the back of my throat, and it feels so good my eyes almost cross.

“Say it, Brooke.” His muscles look like they’ve been oiled down in the lamplight. Like he’s some kind of ancient Olympian. The strength in his body is a sight to behold. “Say we can have all that. Say we can start right now.”

Holy shit. I’ve never nodded so fast in my life, agreeing eagerly.

“We can. We can start right now.” And maybe this is or isn’t what he meant, but I can’t help begging: “Come inside me, Hunter.”

His eyes flare wide, and he inhales sharply. The rest of his body, though, doesn’t miss a beat. Those hips keep thrusting, his shaft keeps plunging deep, and his hand is steady where it pins my belly down.

“Christ,” he mutters, another spot of his sweat landing on my chest. Wanna lick him all over after this, tasting his sculpted muscles. “Brooke, I can’t hold back.”

I laugh weakly. “Then don’t.”

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