I fisted her hair before yanking her over, pinning her on her back under my weight. Her bag rested under her head like a survival pillow, and I made damn sure to keep track of her hands. Last thing I needed was for her to stab me while I ruined that needy cunt of hers.
Her chest rose in small bursts, her breath clouding the air between us as the fabric slipped off her shoulder. Her porcelain skin was nearly flawless in the moonlight, practically inviting me to sink my teeth into her skin.
I bet she was a screamer. I held her arms over her head with one hand and used the other to hold her jaw. I gripped her hard enough to bruise. The game had just begun, and I wanted everyone else to know I’d claimed this onefirst. There was fire in her eyes as she glared at me.
“When someone talks, you answer,” I ordered.
“Fuck. You.” Her voice was weak from panting, but what she lacked in verbal venom she made up for by spitting in my face.
A guttural growl formed in my chest as I released her jaw and slipped my dirty digits between her lips. Feisty thing chomped down on me, but the pain only made me want her more.
Her teeth dragged along my fingers as I pulled them out, sucking her spit off my skin.
“You gotta get meaner if you want to scare me away.” I didn’t notice I was bleeding until I trailed my touch down her cheek. Ruby streaks stained her skin, and I swiped a tongue over my lips.
Guess it was time to return the favor.
My free hand snapped to the front of her robe, and I yanked. The audible tear of the fabric echoed through the forest, leaving her in nothing other than the lacey red slip we dressed all our toys in. It was tighter than normal, leaving the shiny material to ride up with every movement. My cock throbbed in anticipation, and I made quick work of pulling it out of my pants.
She kicked and scratched and screamed, one of her nails catching my cheek. I felt as blood welled to the surface, God; I wanted her. I wanted her raw. I wanted her feral. I wanted her desperate. But, while I wasn’t above killing her, I wasn’t amonster, none of us were.
“You want me, don’t you?” My growl caused her to still.
Her eyes met mine, her pupils completely blown with a look of unbridled arousal. Maybe Seth was right about this girl being a fitting bride. She seemed to be as fucked up as us. She audibly swallowed before nodding once, after that silent confirmation, she continued fighting once more.
Which meant I had to fuck the feist out of her.
I leaned down, my tongue trailing up the sensitive skin of her neck. She bucked against me and I didn’t miss the subtle clench of her thighs. My teeth met her shoulder, biting hard enough to make her shriek, hard enough to mark, but not hard enough to mar. I slid my free hand down her side, savoring the way her soft flesh caved under my touch. The position required to reach up her skirt was uncomfortable, but not impossible.
My fingers trailed along the satin only to find it soaked with her barely contained need.
“Dirty slut.” I scoffed. “Are you seriously getting off on being hunted for sport?”
Good.
With one finger, I snapped the material of her gusset and ran my tip along her slit. I stroked myself once, causing her to jolt as my cock hit her clit.
“I’m going to tell you my name, and you’re going to scream it as loud as you can, okay?”
Lux didn’t answer me. Her pouty lips parted as her chest heaved, and I wondered if I’d scared the words out of the poor thing. But, she parted her legs just enough for me to slip inall the way.
Her head tipped back, her eyes sealing shut as she dragged in a breath.
“Ronan.” My name sounded foreign on my tongue, like I had no business saying it. Right now, I really didn’t. “Now scream my name before I rip your jugular out with my teeth.”
She blinked up at me as if she couldn’t tell if I was serious or not. But, as I thrust into her again, she got with the program.
“Ronan.” Her whisper was sweet, but not loud enough.
I pistoned into her, rougher now. “Louder.”
“Ronan!”
Her scream disturbed a few birds, leaving them to vacate the area, and while it wasn’t perfect, it was a start.
I paused and her eyes fluttered open. Her half lidded gaze was full with a drunken level of heat, and I was willing to keep going until she was an overstimulated, sobbing mess right here in the middle of the forest. But, the night had just begun, and while I wanted to claim her as mine, her pussy felt too good to hoard.
“So fucking tight.” I snarled, rolling my hips more violently. “Like you were fucking made for me.”
