The eager, hungry slurping of his mouth has me writhing. I want his tongue and his fingers and his dick. I want every part of him consuming every part of me.
I’m lost.
Lost in him.
It’s not sane or normal and I don’t care.
Ka-boom.
He blows me up with a flick of his tongue. Sends me into another world, but I’m not alone. His mouth takes me on the journey and then he drags me right back to the here and now with his voice.
“I’m going to fuck you, Hope, because you’re mine. You always were.”
“Yes,” I beg.
“I won’t hurt you,” he vows. “I won’t.”
Of course he won’t. I feel it in my blood. I feel it in the air and the energy whirling around us. His promise is tangible and binding.
And then he’s naked.
Naked and so fucking beautiful.
A god carved to perfection.
Mine.
I dig my claws into his biceps and bring him to me. His hot cock rubs against my pussy, and then the thick head is pushing against my tightness, begging for entry. It’s his to claim. No one else has claimed it and now I’m glad for it. Pain burns through me, but it wraps around my every thought and sears this moment into my memory. I’ll never forget each second as he inches his throbbing dick into my wet, desperate body. I cling to him and beg.
More.
More.
Please.
And with a hard buck of his hips, we’re completely bound. Our lips and tongues and moans are one as he pins me to the bed one owning thrust at a time.
Reality is out of reach.
This subspace we’re in feels real and ours and impenetrable.
Ours.
His fingers bring me impossibly more pleasure and the moment I cry out his name, heat floods inside me. Claiming. Feral. Animalistic. I squeeze around him, wanting every potent drop. I want what it signifies. A future. More.
The moment his dick stops throbbing, he doesn’t curse or regret his actions, he falls against me, trapping me against the bed. His nose nuzzles my hair and his lips find my ear.
“I caught you, White Rabbit.”
“About time.”
* * *
An Hour Later…
Crack.
Giggle.
Thump.
“And I heard his dad’s fucking crazy,” Deanna says, her vile laugh echoing off the trees. “Broke his mom out of the insane asylum.”
“Yeah,” Blane responds, boredom in his tone. “You said. Three times.”
She giggles again. “Aww, is someone jealous?”
“You stopped sucking my dick to talk about my best friend’s parents. Not jealous. Weirded out, D.”
Her laughter is silenced by the sloppy sounds of her sucking dick. I emerge from the shadows to find her on her knees in front of the fire between Blane’s spread thighs. His eyes cut to mine and then he looks past me.
For him.
Land.
Not here. Not yet.
I give him a shake of my head. For someone getting their dick sucked, he seems as though he’d rather be anywhere than with her. I don’t blame him.
“Boo.”
Deanna jerks her head up, making a popping sound, and darts her attention my way. She goes from startled to sneering. “Oh look. It’s Casper. How original.”
Clutching my backpack, I walk slowly toward the fire, ignoring her barb. This bitch can’t touch me anymore. No one can. I sit on a bale of hay and set the bag between my legs. I’m warm in Land’s black track pants. His scent invades my nostrils, making me shiver with the reminder of what it felt like to have him inside me just an hour ago.
And how it felt to lie naked in his strong arms as he stroked his fingers through my hair.
“Hello, earth to creep. What the fuck are you doing out here?” Deanna demands, drawing me back out of my head.
I unzip the bag and pull out my notebook. It’s filled with every lead and clue I discovered about the Sharpe family. Cold, hard incriminating evidence. I rip a page out and crumple it before tossing it into the fire. I make it through three more pages before Deanna has had enough of being ignored. She jumps to her feet, swaying and then storms my way.
“Leave, ugly cunt,” she snaps, her hands on her hips.
I tilt my head up and frown. “Why?”
“What do you mean why?” Her voice is shrill. “Because no one likes you. You’re gross.”
I scoff. “Says the girl who was just gagging on probably her third cock for the night.”
“Bitch!”
I ignore her and toss the whole notebook into the fire before standing. “I want to know, Deanna, why are you here?”
“I belong here!”
I arch a brow at her. “Because…”
“Because I’m me!”
“A sloppy, skanky bitch? Why is it you belong here? I’m confused.”
She starts to swing at me, but I’m alert and my blood is buzzing with energy. I dodge her claws and shove her chest. The girl stumbles and falls ass first into the fire. Her scream echoes loudly, but it was a long walk out here. No one’s going to hear her.