Page 4 of Beastly Mountain Man

That’s all it takes for her to listen. It’s what makes the other half of the hike a silent, peaceful one. The yelp and gasp that leaves her lips is the final one.

Once we reach my cabin, I take her straight to the front door. Abandoning her pack against the porch, I carry her inside.

Already knowing where I’m taking her, she groans as I turn. Heading to my bedroom, the first sound that leaves her is relief when I drop her onto the mattress. Her face is flushed, and her eyes are dizzy. Must’ve had all the blood rush to her head, if I have to guess.

She won’t be dizzy for long.

My knees hit the floorboards hard enough to shake the walls.

Her gasp follows—sharp, startled. Now she’s wide-eyed. Present.

Exactly where I want her.

I see my rabbit looking perfect like this, limbs splayed across my sheets, soon to be permanently imprinted in the fabric. Soon, her scent will soak into these threads until every inhale floods me with her.

My hands find her knees, spreading her with deliberate pressure. The hunger roars through me, a living thing. Pulsing, insistent, starved.

I don’t care about the dirt clinging to her flushed skin, I welcome it. Smelling like the wild, mixed with the salty tangbetween her thighs, I’m feeling like I’m in the best place a man in my shoes can be.

Her breath hitches in protest, but my mouth is already moving. A kiss pressed to her knee. A slow lick along her inner thigh, savoring the salt of her skin.

“You can’t–” Her words morph into a shuddered sigh as my tongue meets the skin right below the hem of her shorts, and she unconsciously lifts her hips. “I-I don’t even know your name and you’re–”

I’m reaching toward the button of her shorts, yanking it undone.

She’s got a point. How can I hear that sweet melodic voice moan my name if she doesn’t even know it?

I can’t remember the last time I had to introduce myself. Even with my time away from society, I know this is not the way to do it.

However, her scent is driving me mad. Smelling like sweat and honey, I’m salivating.

“Ace.” Growling out my name, I drag down the zipper of her shorts and catch sight of white cotton. “I want a taste. Let me in, rabbit.”

Her breath hitches. Fingers twist in my hair, clutching but not guiding. Not pushing me away, not dragging me closer. Just holding on, like she’s dangling over an edge.

Fine. I’ll decide for her.

My thumb finds the seam of her shorts, pressing slowly against the swell of her. Even through the fabric, she’s slick. A shudder rolls through her as I trace her folds, circling where she’s hottest.

Finally, reaching her breaking point, she nods her head.

Reeling back, I’m sinking my fingers into her shorts, pulling everything off of her. Once she’s free of everything keeping mefrom my meal, the sight of her pussy has my vision growing blurry to my surroundings.

Pink and glistening, her folds are swollen, parted like an invitation. The scent of her—musky and sweet—hits me before I even lower my head. My thumbs dig into her inner thighs, forcing her wider.Mine.

Her clit pulses under my stare, begging for my tongue.

“W-Wait.” Her hands flutter to my shoulders, pushing weakly. “I’m sweaty—all that hiking—maybe I should—”

A growl tears from my chest. “No.” My breath ghosts over her wetness, making her jerk. “I want you like this.”

I don’t give her time to protest. My tongue licks a hot stripe up her seam, and her flavor makes my taste buds explode.

She gasps, her hips bucking, but I pin her down with a hand splayed across her stomach.

“Ace—!” She arches, her fingers yanking my hair hard enough to sting. It’s not enough to stop my tongue from delving where she’s the sweetest, the source of her heat. “Oh, please—”

I drag my tongue deeper, deeper—until her body seizes like she’s never been touched before. Velvet walls clamp around me, fluttering with every flick of my tongue. Fuck. She’s so tight I could die here, buried between her legs, and call it paradise.

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