I follow.
She doesn’t turn around, but I hear her breath catching as she speeds up.
She knows I’m following. Knows I’m bearing down on her.
Someone calls my name.
I ignore it. Whatever it is, it can wait. My attention is laser-focused on the curve of Kat’s ass as she disappears into the house.
I want to bend her over something, rip her pants down, and slide myself deep into a pussy I know will clench me like a fist.
Her breath catches as if she knows what I’m thinking and wants it as badly as I do. I can smell her arousal, and it smells fucking delicious.
I hunt her through the house.
She jogs up the staircase.
My eyes latch onto the sweet curve of her ass, and I remember how good it felt when she was stretched out on her front in the forest and I was braced over her, fucking her hard and deep.
Walking is painful. With each step, my cock drags along the inside of my pants. I need them off, and I need to be inside my mate.
I speed up, taking the stairs three at a time, closing the distance to mere inches between us.
She’s darting into our bedroom when I catch her, slide my arm around her middle, and crush her against me, catching her soft gasp. I’m hard. She’s soft, and she feels like fucking heaven.
I push the door closed behind us, closing out the world so it’s just us in our room.
“You stayed,” I speak into her ear, holding her flush against me so she feels exactly what she’s doing to me. “Why?”
She shakes her head. “I don’t know.”
“You know.”
“No, I?—”
I dip my fingers under the waistband of her jeans, and her breath catches.
“Tell me and I’ll make you feel so good, Kitty cat,” I say into her ear as I give her pussy another teasing touch. She’s kicking off so much heat I want to drop to my knees and put my mouth on her.
Her right hand circles my wrist. “You can’t make me say it.”
“That sounded like a challenge,” I walk her to the bed as I speak. “And I always liked a challenge.”
“You can’t—” Her low moan is music to my ears as I slip my fingers deeper into her panties and drag my finger through her folds.
“Can’t what?” I whisper in her ear.
She’s still gripping my wrist, holding my hand in her panties, and she’s breathing hard.
She wants this. She just doesn’t want to tell me that she does.
“You want me to stop?” I give her clit a glancing touch.
She grinds her ass against my cock, and I swallow a groan.
“Don’t stop.”
“Tell me why you stayed.”
