Page 49 of Festive Fugitive
He glances my way, then switches the headlights to full beam, revealing more of the snow-covered forest. “I’m sorry. I should have kept my cool.”
“It was a bit much, but fuck it, he deserved it. Maybe he’ll learn from this. And it’s not like I wanted to stay at the orgy anyway.” I shrug and stroke Cesar’s thigh with a grin. He’s all the man I need. Though that penthouse suite would have been a nice place to wake up in on Christmas Day. But I don’t need him to feel any more guilty.
His muscles twitch at my touch, and once again he peeks my way, jaws set as if he were in a continuous fight with his own temper. I no longer fear him though. “Damn right, he deserved it! Who does that fuck think he is?”
I can’t help but giggle. “The orgy king I guess.Timoly. Fake-ass fucking name. He’s either married, a pastor, or the CEO of Family United. Wonder how he’ll explain the injury to either his wife, congregation, or board of investors. ‘Oh, I was out doing charity work, and out of nowhere, this feral child attacked me!’”
A choked sound that resembles a laugh leaves Cesar’s mouth as he stares at me wide-eyed. The dried blood around his lips transforms the expression into the satisfied smile of a sated beast, and I find myself wanting to kiss him.
“You’re so fucking hot right now,” Cesar mumbles.
“Me? Is it my antlers?” I smirk and pull the mask back down over my face.
The car slows down quite abruptly, and the safety belt digs into my flesh as Cesar changes course and finally stops between two large trees. I’m watching him whenhe frees himself from the seatbelt, only to reach across my body.
The back of my seat sinks under my weight until it’s completely flat.
I gasp as I drop, and my excitement spikes in an instant, because I’m pretty sure I know what he wants. I can’t open my seatbelt fast enough. I glance back at Cesar as he climbs over the gearbox. With the moonlit sky as his background, his dark silhouette looks otherworldly. The tall ears of the wolf mask amplify what a beautiful predator he is. I’m more than happy to be his prey.
“I would not exchange you for any other man at that orgy,” Cesar rasps, bracing himself over me, his knee pressing on the seat between my spread legs. “You are one in a million.”
I’m already reaching for his belt, eager to sate all his desires. “Maybe you do love me then?” I tease in the darkness. I know he’s been through unimaginable cruelty, but I see that spark in him, even if he doesn’t.
Cesar stills over me, his eyes in deep shadow as I listen to his hurried, shallow breath. I can smell blood on him, but also musky perfume, and soap. It’s a concoction so addictive I lean in to kiss him before silence forces him to answer.
He sinks into my lips as if they were his lifeline, hands dragging down my pants and underwear with a force a single man should not have. And yet, here he is. My beast.
The seat is warm under me, and the tightness of the space in the car makes me feel as though we’re in a dark cocoon from which I never want to emerge. I gasp in satisfaction when I pull Cesar’s cock out of his pants, and it’s already hard for me.
My heart beats faster, and my body awakens as we fumble a little to get my pants off halfway. I just need onedamn shoe off to give him all the access he wants. It’s hard to focus when all I want is to slide the fingers of my other hand under his bloodied shirt, but I wedge the heel of my shoe against the glove box and manage to slide it off. From there, he grabs my thighs and lifts them with a growl that fits his wolf mask.
Oh how I want to be devoured. My ass clenches in excitement and my balls tighten when he drags the garment off me and then pushes my legs wide apart. There’s such power in his body—a power that ought to be intimidating, yet all I feel is safety. My wolf has chosen me, and he will stand between me and danger for as long as he breathes.
A dark shiver makes my whole body arch when he loudly inhales the scent of my face, only to dig in. The sensation of teeth closing on my cheek has me jerking with confusion. Is it fear? Pleasure? Both? I don’t care anymore. All I know is that I long for him toconsume meand never let go.
“All mine,” Cesar growls, pulling on my flesh, but just as the discomfort is about to become too much, his jaws open, and the soothing tongue glides over my pulsing skin.
I breathe hard when our eyes meet for a second and lust sparks between us like lightning. “All yours…”
His fingers slide over my naked thigh, and to my ass where he grabs me hard. His nails dig into my flesh as his lips descend to my jaw where he teases me with another bite. And another.
The groan he makes has me rubbing my stiff cock against him, but he’s not done yet, and when I attempt to close my legs around him, he grabs both sides of my fancy shirt to rip it open. Buttons fly off, but all I care about is the way he’s watching me as he descends on myflesh, biting into my pec as if he really plans to feed on me.
“Oh, I wish I could hide inside your skin,” Cesar rasps.
“You can,” I whisper, stroking his thick cock. It pulses with need in my hand. “I want you inside me.” I’ve never been in such an emotional frenzy when fucking. He satisfies all my needs and there is no loneliness when Cesar is with me. He fills every dark corner within me with the fire burning deep inside him.
“Yes,” he responds in a whimper and fucks my hand with that pulsing cock as he sucks on my nipple. We’re on the side of the road, and anyone passing by could see us, but I don’t care. All I want is to let him crawl inside and fill me with heat.
He plucks lube out of his pocket and drops it on my chest, still making those impatient movements with his hips. “I need it now. Need you.”
I’m quick to get some lube in my hand and on his cock. I look between us, overheating already. My legs are spread for him, and his dick is so rigid. It even twitches, as if Cesar is that excited to be inside me. I’d lube my ass for him too if it wasn’t too awkward in this position.
“Go on, fill me. You’re so hot like this. My gorgeous monster.” I bite my lip in excitement, already anticipating the rough ride.
I love it when he loses his composure during sex, so desperate all he can do is use me until his balls are empty. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced, and I can’t get enough of it.
“Oh f-fuck…” he mutters, folding me so fast I end up pressing my feet to the roof of the car. That’s how he’s going to have me—in this uncomfortably tight, awkward space, because I’ve given him permission to help himself tomy body whenever he needs it, and he is too aroused to wait.
