Page 11 of Cold-Blooded Creatures
A sudden flash of realization plucked me out of the haze of pleasure. I was outside the city, in the middle of the forest, and the man who’d stalked me the past two months had his fingers still inside me. My tongue swollen, I released my hold of his jacket and bit back a cry as he pulled away.
He leaned against a nearby tree, a knee bent and foot resting on the trunk, inspecting his three digits glistening with my arousal and cum. Marveling at the wetness, like a hunter who’d finally caught his prey, he leisurely drew them to his mouth, licked a pad of his forefinger, and swiftly clamped down around them all.
I gaped at him with my mouth hanging open. A man, a stranger, had made me come and now was sucking himself clean of me, relishing my flavor like he couldn’t get enough.
This could not actually be happening.
But my sore pussy and the ache in my neck from the definite bruises he’d left stated otherwise.
Finished, he stuffed his hands into his pockets, his smirk visible even in the darkness. Staring at him, I gulped. The storm inside me had calmed, but my mind was blank. Utter mush.
I didn’t know how long I stood before him, transfixed, but enough was enough. I whirled around and sprinted across the clearing to the other side, toward the city, away from him.
Away from who my body had melted for.
4
GEDEON
She looked so beautiful running away from me. Those long legs carried her swiftly across the grassy field.
Gripping the trunk of the maple tree, I unzipped my jeans. Her scent lingered on my fingers as I wrapped them around my cock, imagining they were hers sliding up and down, rough but controlled, just how I liked it.
I could barely resist burying myself in her when she had been making those little sounds. The way she had thawed under my bites, the softness of her whimpers, how her lids had grown heavy, and how sweet she had tasted were all I could think about.
A few hard and quick tugs, and my back stiffened as I came. My cum dripped on the gnarled roots, soaking into the moss. I rested my forehead against the jagged tree bark to steady myself. The tension within me had retracted by a mere inch.
It was not enough. Not with her. Not when an image of her on her knees had seized my vision. Her plump lips parted, arms tied behind her back, her green eyes flaring with forest flames, so eager to follow my commands.
I hit the trunk, praying the ache from the splinters digging into my knuckles would sober me up.
But the tree was not what I needed to destroy. It was whoever had forced her to jump out of her skin tonight. They had to be the reason why her screams had been so guttural they had permeated the crisp air to the point it turned suffocating.
Tonight, she had moved through the forest quickly, not slowing down to rest her palm on the birch trees like most times. Nor had she paused in those spots of total darkness where starlight could not penetrate the thick foliage. Or throw her head back to soak the dew dripping from the leaves.
Unaware of her surroundings, she had sprinted, ducking under low branches and tramping the wet leaves on the forest floor. A withered twig had crunched under my boot, announcing my being, yet she had not noticed I had been trailing her.
She should have sensed me. This was the first time I had gotten so close to her, and I knew she was usually in tune with her surroundings. When I had discovered her two months ago, she had spotted me in no more than a couple of seconds.
That night, we had gone out into the city to meet our new underground contacts who required my or Zion’s approval to join our smuggling operations. I had left first and been stalking the forest, straying farther than usual.
Ten steps later, I had frozen at the sight of her lying in the middle of the field. A bed of greenery had hugged her sprawled figure. The grass blades had swayed in tandem with her rising chest, swishing back and forth, reveling in their intimacy, as if she had been their secret.
They had whispered a warning to her, and she had sat up abruptly, noticing me. Her ears had seemingly twitched under a wall of hair so dark it had extended its shadowy strands toward me and twined around me. Moss had trapped my feet, and the breeze had snatched my voice.
I was a stranger, but fear did not run in her blood. Moonlight had rained on her fair skin, casting shimmers, and she had heldthem as her own silver armor. As she had slanted her head to the side, I had been glad for the invisible chains holding me up because her faint smile had sent me spinning. That tiny movement had been a kick in the gut that had almost brought me to my knees.
Her wild, untamed, and fierce beauty had made me return every single night to this field for a month straight. But she would appear only on nights when stars glittered in the sky.
I wanted to peek into her mind, find out what fueled that fire inside her, what called her to go back to Ilasall when attainable freedom rested at her fingertips.
She haunted me.
And I haunted her by how she had given herself to me. All I had to do was fuck the fight out of her.
I watched the shimmering figure dash through the field. The silver armor was back up, but I knew how to tear it down.
She enjoyed pain.
