Page 11 of Hunted By the Mountain Man
"What?" I stroke him slowly, watching his eyes go dark. "You'll lose control?"
"I'll take you right here on this console like a man possessed." His hands grip my thighs, spreading me wider. "Is that what you want?"
"Yes." The word comes out as a desperate plea. "Please, Cole. I need you."
He positions himself at my entrance, the broad head of his cock pressing against my slick heat. "Look at me," he commands. "I want to see your eyes when I take you."
I meet his gaze as he pushes inside me in one slow, devastating thrust. The stretch is exquisite, the fullness overwhelming, and I cry out at the perfect sensation of being completely claimed by this man.
"Mine," he growls, beginning to move with controlled power. "Say it."
"Yours," I gasp, my legs wrapping around his waist to pull him deeper. "Only yours."
What follows is unlike anything we shared before—raw, primal, desperate. Cole takes me with an intensity that borders on savage, and I meet him thrust for thrust, my nails raking across his shoulders as pleasure builds to impossible heights.
"That's it," he encourages, one hand finding my clit to circle the sensitive bundle of nerves. "Come for me, Anna. Let me feel you come apart."
The combination of his relentless thrusts and skilled fingers pushes me over the edge. I shatter around him with a cry that echoes off the bunker walls, my body clenching rhythmically as waves of pleasure crash through me.
Cole follows moments later, his release triggered by my climax. He buries himself deep with a guttural groan, and I feel him pulse inside me as he marks me as thoroughly as possible.
We stay joined for long moments afterward, breathing hard, hearts racing in tandem. The computer screens around uscontinue monitoring our hunters, but for now, none of that matters.
"We're completely insane," I murmur against his throat, tasting salt and man.
"Probably." His hands stroke my back lazily, possessively. "Do you care?"
"Not even a little." I pull back to meet his eyes, seeing my own feelings reflected there. "This is real, isn't it? What's happening between us?"
"As real as it gets." He cups my face tenderly, the gentle touch at odds with the passion we just shared. "I love you, Anna. Against all logic and timing and common sense."
The declaration steals my breath. I've known it was building between us, but hearing him say it makes everything crystallize into perfect clarity.
"I love you too," I whisper, and watch something fierce and triumphant flare in his eyes. "Completely. Utterly. Forever."
He kisses me then, soft and sweet and full of promise. When we finally break apart, the reality of our situation intrudes—we're still trapped, still hunted, still fighting for our lives.
But we're facing it together now. And that changes everything.
"So what's our next move?" I ask, sliding off the console to retrieve our scattered clothes.
Cole's smile is sharp, predatory, completely confident. "We stop running and start hunting."
"Meaning?"
"Meaning Costa's men made a mistake coming to my mountains." His eyes hold mine as he dresses with economical movements. "Time to remind them why that was a bad idea."
As we prepare for whatever comes next, I realize that somewhere between the desperate escape and the passionate claiming, we've moved beyond survival.
Now we're fighting for our future.
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ThetacticaldisplayshowsCosta's men have been circling our bunker for six hours, probing for weaknesses they won't find. But watching them hunt for a way in isn't what's eating at me. It's the growing certainty that once this is over, I'll lose Anna anyway.
She's curled against my side on the narrow cot, dozing fitfully after our passionate claiming. Even in sleep, she stays close, her hand fisted in my shirt like she's afraid I'll disappear. The trust in that simple gesture does something to my chest that has nothing to do with my healing bullet graze.
