What we have is special. We want to get to know each other slowly and stretch out the experience for as long as possible. Seeing as our relationship will unfold within the house, we can get creative by setting up artificial hurdles for ourselves, and I like that. Sneaking around with Draven is fun.
Draven said something exciting the first time we were together in the woods. He said he wanted to stalk me, which gave me an idea. Knowing he wants to hunt me like prey sends a thrill up my spine. I'm not afraid of him. He's my lover, my protector, and I'm up for the challenge.
It's been a few days since the mountain lion attack, and tonight is the full moon. I want to challenge Draven to a seductive game. Desire and excitement swirl inside me, knowing I am in the position of power. It's my game, my decision, and all I need is the right time to tell him.
The perfect moment presents itself after Draven and Gretchen finish their dinner. While clearing the plates, I whisper my wicked plan in his ear. I make sure to have my back to his mother so she won't see his reaction and give the game away. Seeing his eyes light up with a wicked glint, I know I made the right decision. The rest of the evening passes as it normally does.
When Gretchen says goodnight and goes to bed, the hunt begins.
Sure, part of the chase is a game, but there's also danger in the forest. That's a big part of the reason why I suggested doing this. We need to face our fears, but more than that, we need to trust ourselves and each other. We have what it takes.
The woods are beautiful in the moonlight. Everything seems brighter, vibrant, and alive. The stars glow, the moon a spotlight in the dark sky, lighting my way deeper into the woods. The air is crisp, and the leaves rustle in the wind. Mystery and endless possibilities fill the night.
My goal is to stay out of his reach, and though Draven's strength, speed, and night vision give him the clear advantage, I have a plan. As I run barefoot through the forest, my mind is blank, incapable of rational thought. My body is humming, sharpening my survival instincts, and everything becomes more sensitive.
My mind switches from calculating logic to instinct. I'm calm and clear and find myself picking up on things I'd never usually notice. My vision, hearing, and sense of smell are in perfect harmony. Running in the dark brings my inner survivor closer to the surface, my instincts sharp and true.
My heart pounds in my chest, blood echoing with its own beat in my ears. I've planned this out, and when I reach the giant elm, I climb my way to a place where he won't see me. If my theory is correct, hiding above his head means he won't be able to use his sense of sight or smell to find me.
My breathing is ragged; the only other sound is the soft brush of his feet as he crosses the forest floor. Hidden among the branches, I watch as he moves through the forest, his steps careful but not overly cautious. His footsteps get louder as he stomps, noisily sending rocks careening off the path into the underbrush.
Climbing down from my hiding place, I spin and sprint in the opposite direction, making my way deeper into the forest. He takes off behind me, picking up the pace, his loping gait possessive and certain. He runs with sure steps, narrowing the distance between us, knowing he's in his domain.
Glancing over my shoulder to check if he's following, a thrill of delight runs up my spine when I see he's only a few paces behind. The forest is his kingdom, and he knows every slope and ridge, every nook, every cranny and every fallen branch or obstacle I've yet to find.
Adrenaline causes my hands to tremble and my legs to turn to jelly. I run for my life, but Draven picks up the pace, closing the gap. He is breathing heavily and getting closer until he catches me. A smug chuckle escapes his lips as he drags me down to the ground.
I fight as hard as I can, twisting and writhing, but he mirrors my actions.
With every kick, he grips harder. Every sharp elbow aimed at his ribs causes him to grunt, but I can only overpower him if he lets me. Because I know he doesn't intend to hurt me, I can relax and enjoy the tussle. Only desire exists; there is no fear.
Draven grips my hips, pinning my back against a tree by pressing his huge, muscled body into mine. Moonlight penetrates the canopy of leaves above, illuminating his face. His nostrils flare as he scans me with a heated gaze. The sheer power of his desire makes me tremble and moan.
"You can't get away from me now," he growls, winding his fingers through my hair. I gasp when he tugs, but he swallows the sound in an earth-shattering kiss. His lips crush mine, firm and commanding, making me gasp and struggle for breath.
Draven holds both wrists with one hand as he pulls my arms above my head. He sweeps his hand down my body, then cups my breast, kneading and stroking.
"The things I want to do to you." His husky voice makes me melt, and I surrender to the pleasure of the moment as he trails kisses down the side of my neck. "Is this what you wanted, Beauty? To be claimed by your beast right here, right now?" His gruff voice is at odds with the gentle way he presses his forehead to mine.
Draven makes me feel like the most beautiful woman on earth. But more than that, he makes me feel safe and cared for. He's hard, and I'm soaked, and I need him. Urgently.
"Take me," I murmur. "I'm yours."
He flips the button on my pants and tugs the zipper down. He eases his thick fingers inside, teasing me, inching deeper as I buck my hips, begging him to go even deeper. Desperate for release, I need more of him, more friction.
"Now. Please." My voice, barely above a whisper, catches in my throat.
Draven releases my wrists, unzips his pants, and grasps my hips with both hands. With his flared head touching my opening, he positions his cock. Our eyes lock when he penetrates me, sinking deep into my willing body. He thrusts deeper, pistoning his hips, his movements powerful and demanding.
I give myself to him, my back arching, my body bowing, helpless against the onslaught of desire. My release uncoils, and I throw my head back and moan into the night sky as pleasure tears through me.
Our coupling is animalistic and wild but so right. So pure. I willingly give him my heart and soul for all eternity. "I love you," I gasp, almost collapsing as he takes whatever he needs.
My back scrapes against the rough tree bark, but the naughty curve of his lips makes me forget everything. All I feel is pleasure and deep satisfaction.
Life before Draven is a blur. It is hard to remember who I was or what I did. I feel as though I'm waking up from a long slumber to find Draven is all I need. We can be happy together in Screaming Woods.
The future looks bright for us, but I need to deal with my past before we can move forward. Or I'll always be looking over my shoulder.