Page 136 of Malachi
My steps closed in on her still form. I watched her, unable to wipe the grin from my face as she peered around the tree trunk once more, looking in the opposite direction for me.
Oh, you silly little bird,I taunted internally.
I reached out with a hand, letting the tips of my fingers brush against her spine so softly it was more like breath than touch.
With a gasp, she spun around, jumping a few inches into the air with fright.
“Oh, God!” she cried out, but I gave her no time to think and even less time to react. My hand pressed against her chest, pushing her back against the tree trunk so roughly the back of her head hit with a thud. Before she could do more than groan, my other hand raised, wrapping around the thin column of her throat and pressing against the sides. I felt her pulse race beneath the pads of my fingertips.
Thump, thump. Thump, thump!
Her pulse began to race, her eyes wide with shock, but absolutely dilated with lust and arousal.
“Hello, little bird,” I jeered lowly.
Her eyes narrowed, her hands flying out and swiping at my chest. She was a quick one, getting in a few good hits before I sucked my stomach in, pulling away from her reach. She pushed against the tree trunk, arching her back and making a grab for me again. Her nails dug into the skin of my stomach. Even through the flannel of my shirt, I could feel her nails dig in, dragging across my skin and likely leaving red welts in their wake.
I growled with delight. I fucking lived for it. For the pain she gave. That sting, that burn, only added gasoline to the fire of my desire, igniting my passion and fueling my primal needs with a vengeance.
She hissed at me, and god fucking dammit, it made my cock drip with need for her.
My mouth opened, roaring as I leaned in, my breath fanning over her face as I let loose the Beast within.
“You think your little sounds scare me, little bird? Quite the contrary. They only make my cock harder for you,” I sneered at her, squeezing my fingers at the sides of her throat. Her eyes went wide as the blood rushed, cutting off the blood flow just enough to make her dizzy.
“Asshole,” she seethed in a pained voice, scratching at me again with a swipe of her hand. Her feet kicked out, landing in light blows across my shins.
“Oh, little bird,” I chastised, my other hand grabbing at her hair, wrapping it around my palm and pulling her head back sharply as she hissed with pain.
“Every scratch, every kick, only makes me drip for you more, little bird,” I growled at her.
“You think I’m going to make it that easy?” she sneered at me, her eyes shooting daggers into my very soul. Fuck, she was a feisty thing.
“Oh, I’m praying you don’t,” I chuckled darkly, pulling the hair at the root of her scalp sharply as she winced.
“Pray fucking harder,” she spat at me.
“Little bird has bite tonight,” I taunted her, leaning in to lick at her lower lip for just a moment before she bit at me.
“Chomp, chomp, motherfucker,” she spat. I laughed loudly, the sound making the night birds in the trees scatter and rustle the leaves of the trees above.
“That’s it, little thing. Try your hardest. Make me work for it. It’s so cute to see you try,” I teased her, pressing her harder back into the tree as my hips thrust forward, grinding against her provocatively.
“Fuck you,” she all but screamed at me. Christ, the fight in her had me as hard as a rock. I had fucking missed this. God dammit, I had missed this so much.
“I plan on it,” I growled, my lips only a breath away from hers. My teeth bit into her lower lip, tugging it into my mouth and pressing my teeth into the soft flesh. I stopped before the skin gave way, but she still winced, making me chuckle.
As I released her mouth, she growled, baring her teeth at me. That was my feisty little lioness. All bark, and maybe a little bite. But I welcomed it.
My thigh slid between her legs, pressing straight up into her core. She may have been hissing and shooting daggers at me with her eyes, but her hips ground down against my thigh with wild abandon. I could feel her wet heat soaking through the thin fabric of her leggings.
“I can feel how hot you are for me already, little bird,” I whispered against her lips, biting at them again with little nips as I spoke.
“You wish,” she spat back, but still her hips did not cease their circling, grinding motion.
“I can just picture it. You open and filled with my cum,” I murmured darkly, letting my mouth move over her cheek and over to her ear. My hand squeezed lightly at her neck in short, rhythmic bursts.
As I leaned back to look at her beautiful face, her spit landed directly on my chin and in my beard.
