Page 88 of The Prey
“She’s mine. More than mine. And you fucked with the wrong person.”
I rear back and land one more hit on him, if only to burn off some of the rage threatening to burst out of me like a damn atomic bomb. Okay, once isn’t enough. I make a move to strike him again but am stopped when a small hand lands against my arm.
I pause only briefly and glance down at Ely, who shakes her head at me. Her expression is soft but earnest. “It's okay. He's going to leave; he didn't know I'm yours.”
Deakins chimes in, nodding so hard I feel it up into my arm. “I didn't. I didn't know. I’m sorry. I'll leave you alone.”
I keep my gaze fixed on Ely as I release him and then give him a hard shove, just for safe measure. In his haste to escape, he scrambles into a tree, then spins and races out of the clearing. I force a couple of breaths into my lungs in an effort to calm myself. I can’t lose control. Not with her.
Now that we’re alone again, I spin to face her fully, my eyes roaming over her delicate features. No tears, no fear, nothing but soft, gentle eyes trying to reassure me.
“Better run, Little Prey.”
Before she can take off, I snatch her by the neck and drag her backward, my front colliding with her back. Her mouth falls open as she stares up at my face, but I don't give her any time to speak. I kiss her hard, brutally mashing our lips together so they are caught between our teeth. I want it to hurt. Want her to feel and remember my kiss. I plunge my tongue between her lips, tasting her.
This small act makes me unravel from the inside out. My breaths slowly begin to even out and some of the anger recedes. I need to finish the hunt without hurting her...at least, not any more than she would enjoy. I caress her tongue and then catch her bottom lip in my teeth as I pull away. When it pops back I peer into her eyes, noticing how soft, and languid she is.
Not yet, Prey.
“Run...” I growl and release her.
She jolts, her eyes open wide. Turning she flees, but this time a little slower. That’s fine by me. She’s wearing herself out, which means she won’t have any fight in her when it comes time for me to sink deep inside her warm heat.
I allow her to get ahead but only a little so that when I start running I dont catch her too quickly. Before I leave, I snatch my knife off the ground and slide it into my sheath. I keep a close eye on her, but she's growing tired, not racing around obstacles, and jumping branches like she did before. Time to catch my Little Prey before she hurts herself.
I scan the woods while I run so if anyone else thinks to sneak up on her they won't get the chance. She’s mine. All mine.
It doesn't take me long to rush right up on her ass. She squeals as she feels me and tries to race away, but I grab her around the hips and take us both to the ground, her beneath me, our legs entwining and flailing together.
“Get off me,” she shouts, but there’s no real heat to her words. Especially not when she’s rocking her ass against me.
“Get off you?” I grin. “Are you sure that’s what you want when you’re pushing your ass back against me? Looks more like you want me to fuck you, Little Prey.” I swat at her hips as I tug them up in front of me, then roll her hard onto her back. She winces and shuffles her hips to the side to line our bodies up. “Is that what you want? Me to fuck you?” I want to hear her say the words.
“Yes. Please fuck me.” Her cheeks heat with embarrassment at her words, but I love seeing her like this. Vulnerable and unsure. I’m so turned on by her confession that I reach for her, my hand circling her throat.
Her pulse thunders beneath my hand and I peer into her blue eyes, watching for an indication of fear. When I see none, I tighten my hold, squeezing the tender column.
Leaning into her face I whisper against the seam of her lips. “I told myself I’d try to be gentle with you but I don't think I can do it. I want you too much.”
“I want you as you are. Don’t be gentle, be you.” She whispers back, and then presses her lips to mine. Fire ignites in my soul, and I kiss her back hard and fast, punishing us both.
I need her, right now, and I’m thankful she feels the same way. Her hands tug at my clothes, like she can hardly bear to have another item separating us.
As much as I hate it, I break the kiss, and pull away to undress. I glance down the length of my body and notice my shirt is partially undone. Fuck she wants this. Wants me, after all we’ve been through.
I undo the rest of the buttons and toss it to the side. Flicking the button on my pants, I shove them down my thighs. My aching cock springs free, jutting out like a damn sword.
Elyse’s gaze roams over my skin, from my chest, down my sculpted abs, and to the tip of my thick cock. I confirm it when I look down at her and watch her staring at me through hooded eyes. Looking down at her I realize she’s been laid before me like a sacrificial lamb.
I reach down and drag my knife out of its sheath and bring it up between us. Her eyes immediately latch onto the metal glint.
“What are you going to do with it this time?”
“Don’t worry, Little Prey. I won’t fuck you with it this time. The next thing going inside that tight cunt is my cock,” I growl with a hint of possession.
I caress her calf with the tip of the knife and then slide it up along her hip to insert the point along the seam of the ripped-up silk lingerie. It slides apart like butter, falling away in scraps around her torso.
She’s so beautiful, cast white under the soft moonlight filtering through the trees. Like she can’t handle the spotlight being on her she lifts her arms to cover herself but I shake my head at her and say, “No, don’t hide from me. Let me see your tits, your silky porcelain skin.”