Page 25 of Malachi
My cock swelled with wanting for her, for hunting her, for taking her, for claiming her sweet little body. Every ounce of anger I had possessed when I entered these trees had evaporated, leaving nothing but a vibrant and overpowering need for this — for her.
I followed the sound of her footsteps, dodging sticks beneath my feet left and right as I leaped from step to step. Her nightgown, barely visible in the night's dark, caught my attention. I tiptoed this time, taking slow, cautious steps towards her. Just as my hand reached out, my fingertips just barely grazing her shift, she bolted, the faint tinkling of her giggle trailing after her.
“Oh, little bird, where are you?” I called out to her, letting my voice rumble in my throat. I sniffed at the air, taking in the scent of rain and earth, mud and dirt, fire and water. All the elements swirled around me as the storm raged on, making me hard, making me want her with a need I had not felt in ages.
“Come and get me,” a hiss of a whisper called to me from behind me, about ten paces. My head whipped around quick as a flash, searching for her, only to find trees and rain. No Eden. No little bird.
I took in a great breath of air, filling my lungs to max capacity. My hands fisted at my sides, my muscles rippling as I tilted my head back and looked up just as lightning painted the sky like fragmented glass. I released a roar, letting the sound reverberate in my chest before projecting out of my throat.
After a moment, I refocused on finding my tender morsel.
I could hear her footfalls, much slower than they had been. She was getting smarter, thinking through her movements instead of making hasty sprints.
“Good girl, my little bird,” I praised under my breath, the sound muffled by the rain and thunder as I smirked at the sound of her movements.
Game. On.
I tracked her quietly, near soundlessly through the dense forest, letting the sounds of nature, of the thunder and pelting rain, disguise and mask my movements. I was keyed in to her now, hearing each footstep as she slipped to the left, then moved forward towards another bush.
Her breaths were coming quickly. I could hear them. Quick little pants that she tried oh so desperately to keep silent.
Closer.
And closer.
I saw her, then. Just ahead. Her dress was nearly see through, soaked with fresh rain as she peered around the tree she hid behind. I could see the wheels spinning in her mind. I could see her next move. As quietly as possible, I moved around, skirting her with a wide berth until I reached a point behind the tree I knew she would go to next. I watched, hidden from her view as she looked around once, then a second time to be sure she was in the clear.
Slowly, I lowered my body down into a crouch.
It was time.
Just as she made it to the tree, her back pressed against the firm bark, she turned, peering around the tree for any sight of me.
“Silly little bird,”I thought to myself.“I’m right here.”
Before she could turn full around, my hands were on her. A tease of a smile played at the corner of her lips as she turned, quickly replaced with a mouth open in shock. That pretty little “o” shape calling to me.
“Little bird,” I teased with a chuckle, smirking at her. I knew better than to do to this again, but fuck it all, I couldn’t help myself. And Zeke had said to trust. That trust was the key. So unlock, motherfucker…
Her eyes narrowed at me as my hands closed around the thin length of her upper arms. Goosebumps lined every inch of skin, her body quivering, yet her eyes narrowed as she looked at me, one corner of her lips turning up into a smirk of her own. Then she spoke the words that sealed her fate. Sealedourfate. “My Beast,” she nearly growled in response.
Everything inside of me, every ounce of willpower that held me back from ravaging her right then and there, dissolved in that moment, with that one key phrase. She couldn’t have known it; she couldn’t possibly have understood the depth or severity of what had just happened, as her lips said the words that were the key to my undoing.
My eyes narrowed, meeting hers as both our chests heaved with exertion and desire. I kept my thinly reined restraint held tight as I moved my hand up to her pretty little face, cupping her cheek as my hand moved back behind, fingers threading roughly through her soaked tresses and pulling — hard.
“Ungh —” she groaned, her head falling back as I stepped closer, pushing her into the tree harder. Her hands found my forearms, her petite hands unable to wrap around them fully. That didn’t stop the little minx from digging in her claws, however.
The feel of her sharp nails scratching and then pressing into the skin of my forearms had me growling, hardening further in my jeans.
“Little bird’s got talons?” I questioned, knowing full damn well I was issuing a challenge. But would she rise to it?
She didn’t respond with words, choosing instead to dig her fingernails in harder, dragging them over my skin as she bared her teeth and growled as ferociously as I had.
Yes! Fuck me yes!
Internally, I was jumping up and down, but I would never break the mood like that. No, my eyes stayed focused on her. I wanted to play. I needed it.
Without a word, my hand tightened in her hair, smirking as her claws retracted as I pulled her back further for only a moment before pushing down, guiding her to her knees before me.
