Page 66 of Fat Arranged Mate
I don't wait for her to respond to that. Instead, I capture both her wrists in one hand, pinning them firmly above her head. With my free hand, I grab her jaw, tilting her face up to mine. Her defiance only fuels the fire burning through my veins.
"Last chance to back out," I warn, my thumb tracing her lower lip.
Her response is to bite down on my thumb, hard enough to make me hiss. Challenge accepted.
I crush my mouth against hers, swallowing her gasp as I press her deeper into the forest floor. My knee forces her legs apart, and I settle between them, letting her feel the full weightof me against her. The scent of her arousal mingles with the earthy smell of the forest, driving my wolf crazy.
With a growl, I tear at her clothes, buttons flying as I rip her shirt open. She's just as frantic, yanking at my belt, her breathing ragged against my mouth. I shove her jeans down her thighs, not bothering to remove them completely. The cool night air hits our heated skin, but neither of us notices or cares.
"Now," she demands, voice thick with need.
I don't hesitate. I thrust into her with one powerful stroke, burying myself to the hilt. She cries out, back arching off the forest floor, fingers digging into my shoulders hard enough to bruise. I give her no time to adjust, pulling back only to slam forward again, setting a punishing rhythm that has her gasping with each thrust.
"Is this what you wanted?" I growl against her ear, teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. "To be fucked by a monster?"
"Yes," she gasps, her nails digging crescents into my shoulders.
I slide my hand between us, finding her center with practiced fingers. She's slick and hot, and when I press against her clit, she bucks wildly beneath me. I capture her mouth again to swallow her moans, barely caring if they echo through the forest and give away our position. Let the hunters come. Let them try to take her from me.
"You think you deserve this?" I whisper harshly, slowing my thrusts to a torturous pace while my fingers continue their relentless assault. "After questioning me? After pushing me?"
Her eyes flash defiance even as pleasure contorts her features. "Fuck you."
I laugh, dark and feral, the sound vibrating through both our bodies. "No, Daley. I'm fucking you."
With that, I flip her over roughly. She gasps, struggling briefly to push back against me, to get me back inside her, before I grab a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back so I can slide my discarded shirt under her front, keeping her from being scraped on the unforgiving earth. Barely losing momentum, I bite down hard on the exposed curve where her neck meets her shoulder, marking her, claiming her. She cries out, the sound a mixture of pain and pleasure that feeds something primal in me.
"Mine," I growl against her skin, tasting salt and something uniquely her.
I enter her again from behind, one hand still tangled in her hair, the other gripping her hip hard enough to bruise. Each thrust drives her forward against my shirt. I don't gentle my movements, don't hold back the animal inside me that's been straining.
And Sera moans wantonly, desperate, almost mad with pleasure, and grinds her sex back against me with every thrust, desperate.
The snap of a twig freezes us both mid-thrust.
I clamp my hand over Sera's mouth, burying my face in her hair to muffle my own ragged breathing. We're still joined, my cock buried deep inside her, but all movement ceases as the unmistakable crunch of boots on forest debris approaches.
"I swear I heard something over here," a gruff voice calls out, no more than twenty yards away.
The Guardians.
Sera's body tenses around me, squeezing involuntarily. The pressure nearly makes me groan, but I bite down on my liphard enough to taste blood. My heart hammers against my ribs as I strain my enhanced senses. Two of them, moving cautiously through the trees, rifles ready.
"Probably just a deer," another voice answers. "But check it out anyway."
The beam of a flashlight sweeps the forest floor, cutting through the darkness mere feet from where we're tangled together on the ground.
In a split-second decision, unable to bear not touching her in this moment, I slide my hand from Sera's mouth to between her legs, finding her swollen clit with practiced fingers. Her body jolts in surprise, but I hold her firmly against me, my mouth at her ear.
"Don't. Make. A. Sound," I breathe, barely audible, as I begin circling the sensitive bundle of nerves with deliberate, torturous precision.
Sera's body trembles violently beneath mine as she fights to stay silent. I can feel her pulse racing, her inner walls clenching around me as I continue my relentless assault on her clit. The danger of discovery only heightens every sensation. My other arm wraps around her waist, holding her immobile against me as the footsteps draw closer.
The footsteps pause just yards away. I press my fingers harder against Sera's clit, drawing tight, merciless circles that make her thighs quiver against mine, pinching and pulling and rubbing her. Her breath catches, and I feel her bite down on my hand to keep from crying out. The sweet torture of her body clenching around my still-buried cock nearly undoes me.
"Careful," I breathe into her ear, so quietly even she can barely hear it. I don't stop the movement of my fingers, insteadslowing to an agonizing pace that has her pushing back against me involuntarily.
The flashlight beam passes over a tree just feet from us. We're hidden in the shadows, but one step closer and we'll be exposed—me still buried inside her, my hand between her legs, both of us half-naked and wild-eyed.
