Her eyes widened at the crudity of it, and I winced, but I was too desperate to be polite.
“Oh. Okay.” She gestured to the forest. “No shortage of trees. Have at it. I’ll just wait here, then.”
She sounded annoyed, but I figured it was a good start to our overall mission. And her gesture seemed to free my feet. I crashed through the bushes with little regard for my usual stealth.
As I fled, the creatures of the forest gave way before me in a wave of displaced foliage. With my focus so absolute, I barely registered them.
I had a hand down my pants before I’d gone thirty feet. I’d bought myself a few precious minutes, and with my balls already tight to my body, it wouldn’t take long. I leaned against a tree, closed fingers around my shaft.
Three strokes, and I erupted. I couldn’t help the shuddering groan that escaped from me—the orgasm was that powerful. I dropped to my knees as the world faded in and out in rhythmic pulses of pure ecstasy. It blasted straight from the base of my spine to spray the leaves and trunks and ground.
Holy. Bloody. Hell.
I kneeled there while my body trembled and my beast raged at me. But with the flogging had come a precious bit of control.
I pushed myself to my feet and hoped it would be enough.
But as I knew all too well, shifters recovered fast...
37
Anna
I stood in the clearing and waited for Matt to take a piss.
He’d been so intense before that declaration. His eyes aglow with his beast, and every muscle in him strung tight. Rigid. Right down to what bulged in his pants.
I only had one word for him at that moment. Magnificent. Iwantedhim. So desperately that my fingers curled. But this wasn’t why I’d led him out here.
Was it?
My acute disappointment as he crashed off into the bushes called my motives into question. Only when I took a step after him did I acknowledge the way my heart thundered, or the fierce longing that pierced straight through me to coalesce as a throbbing presence between my thighs.
I wrestled with it. I was here to fight, wasn’t I? To try to tap into my anger, and find my power...
As my senses yearned for Matt, I became aware of the surrounding activity. Birds flitted overhead, and beady little eyes peered at me from beneath the shrubbery. We were not alone in our isolation.
Then, barely audible through the rustling of undergrowth, a deep, rumbling groan. Distinctly male. Long and low, it penetrated right to my core.
Not a sound a guy made while he pissed.
My breath hitched. I knew. Out there in the bushes, Matt was jerking off.
My legs shook with the desire to run to him. To join him. But if he’d rather relieve himself without me, what right did I have to alter that?
I bit my lip and turned my back. Crossed my arms over my chest and hugged myself. He’d offered to help me. I needed to get my head in the game.
By the time he emerged, my heart still raced, but my mind was firmly in control. When he wouldn’t meet my eyes, I attempted a joke to lighten the mood.
“At least now you won’t pee on me. I hate getting wet.”
Too late, I realized all the possible permutations of that comment, and flushed beet red. His gaze shot to me, and his eyes flared. But to my relief, his lips twitched into a grin. A little shaky, maybe, but a definite resurgence of his natural sense of humor.
“No guarantees, Angel. Now, let’s get into a right bloody barney.”
I shook my head at him. “I’m not agreeing to something I don’t understand.”
He adopted a crouch. “A barney.” He spread his hands. “A fight.”
