I placed my hands on the tree in front of me, quivering as my ass stuck into the air. His hand slid down my back, feather soft, and over my cheeks. I released a noise of protest, but his hand connected the flesh of my ass with a smack. Crying out, I pushed upright, but he shoved me back down.
Somehow, I was caught between this strange exhilaration that already soaked my thighs, and a searing pain that stung but quickly faded and left me eager for more.
He pushed his hand to the apex between my thighs, running his thumb gently along the sensitive skin of my seam, and my nipples pebbled in response. His other hand wove into my hair before fisting it, holding me.
“You’re mine,” he growled.
Something about his possessiveness sent a shiver of delight through my body. It shouldn’t have, but it did. Another slap to my ass, and I cried out with pleasure. Was it possible to orgasm so quickly?
“Spread your legs,” he demanded, and humiliation spiraled through.
But someone watched us, someone perverted, and our lives were on the line.
I shuffled my legs wider, when his hand slapped between my legs. A moan slipped from my lips, and I arched my back. He just slapped my pussy. Was that even a thing?
I loved it even if it left me feeling a bit dirty. I needed him like never before.
“You’re so wet for me.” A finger plunged into me.
I took a sharp breath, pushing myself backward to take more of him, needing so much more. And he understood, fingering me rapidly, pumping. But it wasn’t enough.
Pushing two fingers into me, in and out, I rode him, groaning, so close to the edge already. He pulled out, and I whined in protest, looking over my shoulder at him.
He unzipped his pants, his hard cock bopped out, and I reached over to touch him, but he nudged me back around. “I didn’t say you could move.”
My mouth opened with a protest, when the tip of his cock lined up with my entrance. Desire stirred inside me, and I breathed hard, waiting, needing him. The rest of the world fell away in those moments. Just us two existed.
He thrust deep into me so fast and sudden, I gasped, not from pain but from that slick, hot cock filling me, hitting just the right spot. I grasped onto the tree, holding tight, Thane pumping into me.
My moans intensified, and the storm inside me rose quickly. And just then Thane withdrew from me, leaving me boiling hot and so wet.
I lifted myself up and turned to argue, but he grabbed my waist and lifted me off my feet against him. Automatically, I grasped his shoulders and wrapped my legs around him. The tip of his cock found me as if we were made for one another, and he lowered me onto him, stretching me, and I gasped for breath.
The edge of pleasure drew closer. His hands cupped my ass and his mouth latched onto my neck as he rode me. I closed my eyes, my groans intensifying.
A sharpness pierced into the side of my neck, and shock froze over me when I realized he had bit me and was feeding off me.
I welcomed the familiar feel of him as he began to drink down my blood. All of a sudden, he pushed himself away from me, clenching his throat. He let out a garbled roar as he tore at his neck. It was almost as if his throat was being burned from the inside.
I was aware of the confused stares of the Khonsu that were watching us just past the trees around us.
Thane began to spit out the blood he had just taken from me. He took a few frenzied breaths after spitting out more of my blood before looking at me.
“What did those bastards do to you?" he roared.
"What's wrong?" I whispered, not understanding what had just happened. Thane seemed to become aware of the many eyes that were watching us.
“We'll talk about it later," he said through clenched teeth. Thane stared at the blood on my neck and collarbone from his bite, an infuriated look on his face.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his gaze darkening, and I caught him taking a sharp side glance at movement from farther up the mountain. A Khonsu with no partner watched us, and I shivered. He was looking to see if he could claim me as his own.
Thane snatched my arm and kicked my legs out from under me with such force, I cried out. Strong hands caught me before I hit the ground and laid me gently on my back. But to an onlooker, it would seem like he had just readied me for the taking.
Hands on my knees, he pried my legs open, his attention falling between my thighs. He grinned.
“So fucking sexy.” Kneeling in front of me, hands gripping my hips and wrenched them up to meet him. As if on cue, the tip of his hardness found my entrance with such ease like he was practiced in finding the right spot in a heartbeat.
His hands slid up my legs and grasped my ankles, placing them over his shoulders before he slid into me, stretching me. I moaned so loud, despite the twigs digging into my back, all I could focus on was our point of contact. Him sliding in and out of me, picking up pace, his friction igniting a blaze inside me.