Page 208 of Shadowman
Rain is soaking into my hair, and I’m panting. Slinking behind a tree, I pause to catch my breath, peeking around it for any sign of Trevel. But I don’t see him.
The mansion is visible up ahead, just through the trees—probably less than half a mile. There’s a cluster of stone buildings and structures leading up to it. And along the shore, a baroque monstrosity of luxurious alabaster.
The Ivory Mansion. That’s it.
Wow… It’s breathtaking.
A twig snaps, and my pulse pops.He’s close…
“Warrior…” Trevel sings. “Come out andplay.”
It’s so difficult for me not to snort at that reference to one of my favorite movies. But I force my lips together and slip, quietly, around the other side of the tree.
Yea, great. So we happen to like a few of the same movies and bands. LikeThe Warriors, andThe Princess Bride,The UsedandNorthstar—weird thatalmost all of them start with “The.”
Idoknow things about him, but it’s all superficial, and that was the point I was trying to get across…Though our argument has seemingly taken a backseat to him chasing me through the woods like The Big, Bad Wolf.
“You can run, but you can’t hide!” he bellows.
I mean, come on.
Dashing as quickly and quietly as possible, I weave between trees, with the Ivory Mansion in my sights. There’s something of a house just ahead. Not part of the mansion per se, most likely staff quarters or something. I creep closer to get a better look.
There are vines and strange flowers crawling all over the exterior of the building made of weathered stone, interesting, being that it’s technically winter. I have to say, it doesn’t feel cold at all right now…Maybe it’s because I’m running.
Either way, it’s a beautiful sight, in spite of the decay. Reaching forward, I run my fingers over the wet rock.
But then I’m tackled to the ground.
In an instant, Trevel is on top of me, pinning me to the forest floor.
“Did you really think you could escape me, sweet fury?” he hisses, holding my arms down while I fight against him. “I’m not like the others. You can’t just flutter your pretty self in front of me then yank it away. You’remine, Byron.”
My heart thumps wildly, chest heaving to match his. Black strands of wet hair hang in his eyes, his white t-shirt soaked through and clinging to his muscles. He looks manic. Psychotic.
Sexy… so so sexy.
I swallow, writhing beneath him as he leans over my face to breathe, “Only. Fucking. Mine.”
A soft groan leaves me, but I growl to cover it, using all of my strength to fight him off. He’s stronger than he looks, and despite my training instincts, I’m not overpowering him.
Because I’m not really trying to…
I think I like this.
“You like when it hurts…”
We’re burning so hot, puffs of steam drifting from our ragged breaths. Raindrops tumble over his lips, falling onto mine. I lick them.
I wanted him to catch me.
He’smystalker… Chasing what he wants in the dark.
“You gonna be a good boy for me?” he growls, thrusting his big cock between my legs. My own dick is pulsing at the sensation.
“Fuck you,” I spit, eyes hooded as I gaze up at him.
“Fuck me?” he rumbles, pinning my wrists with one hand while the other runs down to cup my cock.
