He slowed. Her long red hair was like a beacon, catching the light of the moons, but he didn’t want to make this that easy. The chase was too much fun.
She’d draped her tattered shirt on a branch, as if she’d lost it on the run. Clever. She was trying to throw him off, but her magic and his were too connected now. Worlds could separate them, and still, he would always be able to find her.
She was his. The discoveries and revelations of the day didn’t matter. Who she was and what she could do for his people didn’t matter. She owned his heart and he would protect hers with his life.
He heard branches break beneath her feet, whipped his hand into a rustling bush and grabbed her ankle. “Gotcha.”
Dorothy jerked her leg, trying to shake him off, but he covered her with his body, pinning her to the ground instead.
Yes. From behind. Perfect.
“You dropped your shirt.”
He cupped one of her breasts, and she huffed out a laugh. “You could always give me yours.” His cock pressed between her spread legs, and he felt her heat, even through their clothing. “A gentleman would.”
The hand slid down her belly, easily undoing the laces of her borrowed pants. “I’m not a gentleman. I’m a wizard. How about we just take these off instead?” He gave a yank, pulling her pants down to her knees, leaving her open to him.
“I think people at camp will notice if—”
He turned her head for a kiss, keeping her hips pinned when she tried to reach for him. He wanted her too badly to let her touch him. He needed her like this.
I’ve caught you, sweet Dorothy. Surrender.
He pressed his hand between her shoulder blades, lowering her chest to the ground. She shivered, but he knew it wasn’t in fear. He’d seen her fantasies. She wanted this.
Her body agreed, giving him permission by tilting her ass high and shifting her legs as wide as she could with her pants snarled at her knees.
“Yes.” Z caressed her hips, spreading her ass cheeks as he studied her. “The most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. And I can see everything. Your pink, wet pussy. Your soft, round ass. And it’s all mine. Only mine.”
He traced a line from her clit to her ass with his tongue and she shivered, moaning his name. “Z.”
With his other hand he dipped two long fingers inside her soaked pussy, his thumb pressing her clit as he tongued her.
You love this. I feel your magic rising.
Don’t stop, Z.
I promise I won’t. I’m going to take you here, sweet. Outside where anyone could find us and watch me claiming you like a Felix claims his mate.
He slid his fingers out of her sex and coated her ass with her own arousal, his index finger pushing inside while he nibbled teasingly on one rounded cheek. She tasted like sweet cream. His. Only his.
“They’ll hear you cry out. Hear you call my name and beg for more, beg for every last inch of my cock. They’ll watch me take you and know you’re mine. You know it, don’t you, Dorothy? You know who you belong to?”
“Yes!”
“Good girl.” To reward her, his tongue traced her ass again, pressing inside with his finger. Her moans were making him desperate. Hungry. The wind started to blow gently around them and Z chuckled softly against her skin. “I hope those tents are nailed down, my love. I have a feeling we’re in for some stormy weather.”
Her whimper turned into a long, low moan as he took his fingers away and replaced them with the wide head of his cock. Tight. Makers she was too tight. Too good.
Mine.
He pushed through with a growl, loving the feel of her clenching around his cock.
The slow drag and pull had him close to weeping, but he didn’t want to hurt her.
She was gripping the grass on the forest floor until its sweet odor surrounded them, and he knew he would remember this moment and that scent for the rest of their lives.
Inch by inch, thrust by torturously slow thrust, he worked his way in until he was bent over her body, his hips flush against her ass. “Oh Makers, Dorothy. I can’t…it’s never been so good. You’re so tight you’re bruising my cock. I don’t know how long I can last.”