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Chapter twenty-six

Ashia

‘RUNRUNRUN’ – Dutch Melrose

We’re walking back to the bike. His arm is wrapped around my shoulders so innocently. So gentle and possessive. While the thoughts I'm having are anything but virtuous. His voice reached parts of my soul that I wasn’t sure still existed. Now even as we walk, my heart is beating out of my chest while my clit throbs for him. How am I supposed to get on his bike and grab onto him without jumping him? Maybe he plans to take me straight back to the apartment, and if not, maybe there’s somewhere close by we can go.

Scratch that, I don’t want to wait for the apartment. If I have to get back on that bike and feel the rumble of that engine against my clit, I’m going to grind and ride that damn seat until I embarrass myself by coming on a motorcycle mid ride. Damn it, I can’t let that happen either. I just need to get him to take me somewhere secluded and close by. Right now.

What if he doesn’t like that I ask him, though? What if he’s only the ‘take it when I want it’ type of guy. No, that can’t be right. He doesn’t seem to be that way. He’ll definitely take me whenever he wants me, but he’s been considerate of me before. Well, he’s always considerate of me. Always making sure that I’m completely satisfied, and hell, the way he was kissing me back? He wants me too. I step in front of him as we reach the bike and stop him from grabbing the helmets.

“Is there somewhere close by we can go? Somewhere more private?” I blurt out before I’m able to coerce a more subtle request out of my mouth. He steps up closer to me and flashes that seductive, devilish grin. His eyes crinkle slightly as the corners of his mouth curl. Barely flashing his bright white teeth.

“Are you openly asking me to fuck you, baby girl?” His luminescent teeth have my breath stalling. I can’t begin to describe how badly I want those teeth gnawing on my flesh. Just imagining his jaw stretching wide and clamping down my throat steals any other thoughts from my mind.

My now hard and peaked nipples press against my bra, and I have to fight the urge to rip off my clothes in front of all of the departing partygoers. My body is searing hot, and the warm liquid between my legs is dripping and calling for him. I have never been so turned on in my entire life, and a part of me wants to get on my knees and beg him to fuck me right here and now.

“Maybe.” I settle for that instead of the vulgar thoughts running through my head. He presses himself against me and gently grabs my jaw with his large hand. His palm presses against the bottom of my chin as his fingers mold to my bone structure. Staring down at me like I'm his last meal. His eyes devouring every inch of me.

“Beg me for it.” He growls with his lips only about an inch away from mine, and I don’t resist the urge to run my tongue over his lips gently. Teasing him as I put my hands on his shirt and fist the soft material. The silky, smooth cloth is the only thing on this planet that could ground me, yet push me towards the urge to rip it off of him.

“Please.” I say seductively as I look into his eyes and lightly tug on him. His eyes practically roll as he bites his lip and nudges to the line of trees beside us.

“I'll give you a thirty second head start, little wolf. Where I find you, is where I'll make you come.”

“What?” I whimper, darting my eyes between him and the tree line. He wants to fuck in the forest? He can't be serious…

His eyes look feral. Those icy globes are filled with feral energy. The color is more piercing than ever, and his pupil’s contract to smooth points as he snarls his lip at me. Demanding that I comply without words. He wants to play a game. A competition of predator and prey, and I can already feel the temptation to run flood my body. My brain should be sending red flag signals. Telling me that participating is dangerous and reckless, but it isn’t. Instead, I feel excitement and anticipation, my legs already moving with energy.

I want to play.

“I’ll give you whatever you want.” He quickly snaps the button on my jeans. Breaking it free and sliding his hand into my jeans. He begins to massage my clit. Those thick fingers pressing against the sensitive bundle of nerves with perfect pressure. Until he quickly slides them down and inside me. All while switching my clitoral stimulation to his thumb. The moan that escapes my mouth is long, drug out, and quite possibly loud enough to draw attention to us. Almost a sound of relief to finally feel something against my aching core. That thought almost excites me even more. I might actually have the courage to let him take me right here. “And right now, you want me . So yes, Ashia. Thirty seconds, and trust me, I won’t keep you waiting. Though, I can’t promise that I won’t hurt you this time.” Good .

He lunges. Attacking my lips with a hot, searing kiss, and then pulls back with a pinch to my clit.

“One.” He groans through gritted teeth.

“Two.” The words flies out my mouth in a teasing tone as I take off sprinting toward the trees. There’s nothing but adrenaline and newfound confidence running through my veins. My arousal spreads between my legs with every step as I aim for the thick line of oak trees and underbrush.

Now that his fingers aren’t in my pussy, I don’t care how badly I want him, he’s not fucking me in front of all of these people. Though, I can’t stop the smile that sprouts on my face at the thought that he can’t wait or resist me either. He always looks like he wants to devour me. As if I was a meal fit for the devil, but tonight? This was different. This was a yearning that I never believed someone would feel for me, Complete and utter addiction, and I can slowly feel myself getting a contact high.

A bunch of strangers won’t see me fuck him, but only because every inch of him is mine to take. I need to get as far away from the crowd of people as I can. Irritation scratches at my throat to thought of someone seeing or hearing us, because I have a feeling this is going to be the most intense and halfway terrifying experiences he’s brought me. He wants to play? Oh, we’ll play.

The branches of the dense bushes and trees rub against my arm roughly as I push through the tree line. Scratching the skin lightly and catching on my shirt sleeve as I pass, but I ignore it. That determination and arousal is driving me forward. My breaths come out shallow and quick, but I know that’s mostly from being so turned on. Every step that I take into the rough dirt and weed infested grass is adding weight to my desire. How long has it been? Ten seconds? Fifteen?

I’ve lost count. I don’t know how much longer I have left. I'm so far into the forest now that I’ve lost sight of the parking lot. Looking over my shoulder, I see nothing but the warm glow from the lights. I’m impressed with the distance I’ve covered in a small amount of time, but that self-pride is quickly overshadowed by anxiety. If I can’t see the lot or the bike, that means I can’t see him. Shit. Maybe I should’ve thought this through a little more.

My distracted gaze finally turns back, but not quick enough to stop myself from stumbling onto a small rock. Only small enough to jolt my body to the side and against a small bush, but enough to delay my pace and bring him closer. So, I recover quickly and keep my pace. Shifting my gaze to every sound of crunching leaves or twigs snapping. Causing me to change direction. I know that Damien has most likely already begun his hunt. He’s following me closely. He has to be. He’d never let me get away so easily, and he’d never leave me writhing like this. Especially with how I just teased him.

God, why did I do that? Why did I think taunting this sex-God was a good idea? He’s probably thinking of all the ways he can edge me until I pass out or string me up by a tree branch. The way he fucks and talks so dirty? He definitely has some other tricks up his sleeve, and I just opened the consent door as wide as it could go and dared him.

I run until I reach a clearing. The small glade is only lit by the light of the moon, and I stop for a moment to catch my breath. The cool air whips through the trees and carries my hair with it. Thrashing the long strands behind me and causing a few to brush against my face. I lift my head and swipe the thick strands away, and when I take notice of the sky, I freeze. I almost forgot how many stars are in our view of space when it’s not masked by city lights.

The almost blackened sky is lit up by the constellations. Illuminating the few mists of clouds to a lighter shade of smoke. It’s breathtaking. Peaceful. Wholesome. One of those moments I beg for when everything melts away. There’s no past or future. Nothing to regret or fear. Just a moment to suck in the tranquility. The only sounds within earshot are my own heavy breathing, crickets chirping, and the quiet crunch of a twig. Oh, God.

Tearing my gaze from the sky, and taking a frantic look around, I try to pinpoint the location of that sound. Knowing it’s Damien. My anxiety begins to eat at me as I take slower, quieter, more cautious steps towards the center of the clearing. I shouldn’t feel like this. I was so ready. Having fun and getting excited about doing something so alluring and devious. Why do I do this to myself? He can't promise he won’t hurt me? If he can tie me and string me up in the bedroom, imagine what he could do to me here. There are sharp rocks all around, now there’s no escape in sight, and I'm far enough into the forest that no one could hear my screams.

A part of me wonders if I led my stalker to my grave, but the other part of me knows that’s ridiculous. What if this is what he’s been waiting for? Get me comfortable enough so I go with him willingly? Not that any of this hasn’t been willing, but I'm much more comfortable now. I'm being crazy. I know that. I’ve witnessed my paranoia control me for years, and my mind is playing Devil’s Advocate. Knowing my thoughts are wrong, and baseless, but not stopping my cruel imagination.

He won’t hurt me. He won’t hurt me…

I pull his jacket up to my nose again and fade into thoughts of him holding me under these stars. He wouldn’t treat me the way he has been if he was just going to kill me. Holding me the way he did after my nightmares, bathing me, coming to my rescue. If he wanted me dead, there was every opportunity. He wants this as much as I do. I just haven’t allowed myself to admit that I want this. Those damn voices. He hasn’t done anything to deserve my doubt.

“You made it so easy, little wolf, it’s as if you wanted to be found.” His voice echoes through the trees.

“Maybe I did.” I retort, trying to hide the nervousness in my voice as I think of what he could do to me out here. Perhaps he was taking it easy on me before. I don’t know how any of those positions were easy, but this is a whole new environment. A merciless game. One that could quite possibly end with him claiming me completely. I'm so turned on from this game. The anticipation building up as if any minute he’s going to pop out and scare me into an orgasm. But what if I'm wrong to trust him?

While I know deep down he won’t hurt me enough to kill me, there are a million things before death. I learned that the hard way, and now that I’m so wrapped up in him, there’s no way to escape him. My arm starts to tingle, but I swat it away with my hand. Determined to put an ounce of the faith he has in me, into him.

Remember to try and trust him…even if he doesn’t know that you do.

“Walk backwards, Ashia.” I obey his threatening command. One small step at a time, I walk. Listening to the leaves and weeds crunch and snap under the pressure. There’s slight movement to my left, but once I catch it and snap my head in that direction, it’s gone. “You’re so paranoid. Are you afraid of me?” He taunts.

“No.” I say truthfully. Even through the shiver that runs down my spine. His voice is everywhere. Bouncing off of the trees and floating through the air like a dense fog. Making it impossible to pinpoint his location. That is, until I back into him. His hardened torso of muscles forces me to flinch. In one fluid movement, he wraps his arms around my stomach. Flattening one palm against the soft flesh and sliding his other hand down and back into my pants. Immediately slipping two fingers into my entrance again. Causing lewd noises to pierce the air.

“You’re always so wet for me, baby girl. Do you like our little game?” I feel his head nudge mine, but I feel something hard as well. It’s cold and smooth. Like thick plastic. He removes his hand, whisking his fingers through my folds before stalking to stand in front of me. He steps towards me in a demonic glide, guiding me to continue backward, and I can’t stop myself from instinctively stepping back. Feeling smaller and more vulnerable with every step we take.

In the moonlight, I see him appear. Looking more menacing and malicious than ever with a grainy, detailed skull mask on his face. It’s eerie and contradicting with his features. Distorting his face into a vision that is only shown in horror films or nightmares. The white shines through the dark hair falling on his forehead. Only accentuating his piercing eyes. The mask doesn’t cover his whole face, just from his cheek bones up, like the mouth was left open on purpose. The gentle, yet sharp crevices of the mask scream fear. Fuck. After earlier, I feel myself writhing, practically begging for him to touch me. Clenching my thighs together and squirming for any friction.

“I know how you like your villains and horror men in masks, but I figured you'd like your savior in one too.” I feel myself back against a tree. Taking the chance to plaster myself to its rough surface and watch as he takes off his belt. He loops one end around his fist and uses his free hand to clasp my jaw. Yanking and pulling my face close enough to him so I feel his breath graze my face. “Take off your clothes.”

Swallowing more harshly than I intended to, I take off his jacket. The loss of the heavy fabric, and one step closer to what I want, edging me to keep going and shed the rest of my clothes without hesitation. My body burns with the desire for him to touch me, the sensation radiating through every vein and artery all the way down to my throbbing vagina.

“Now put that jacket back on.” I gladly do as he says, and I love how the leather rubs against my body, the material caressing me as softly as his hands do. The jacket is huge on me, but as I watch his eyes roam over my open and exposed body, I can feel the hunger and arousal radiating off of him. He presses his tense and strong body against mine, and I whimper to the feeling of his swollen erection against my stomach.

“Please, Damien…” He runs both hands up my arms. Lifting them and holding my wrists together in the air as he loops his belt around the tree. Clasping my hands above me and stringing me up like a witch at the stake. My feet don't have much to stand on. I’m practically dangling. My body is stretched taut and elongated enough for every muscle to stretch.

“Oh, don’t worry, little wolf. When I start touching you, I'm not going to stop. I'm going to ruin you, just like a villain should.” I then watch as Damien undresses. Removing everything but the mask and leaving him even more exposed than I am. He pushes his rock-hard body against me again. Letting the electricity bounce between our skin before he slides down my body. Gliding and rubbing his skin against mine as he gets down on a knee.

Forcefully, he digs his fingers into my thighs, spreads my legs, lifts them on top of his shoulders, and immediately begins lapping into me. I grind my hips into his face to take his devouring movements. Taking turns between his teeth scraping and his thumb circling, putting pressure on my throbbing clit. His tongue is expertly tending to my entrance. Just lightly grazing the pulsing flesh, but not enough to really count. I look down to see his head move with the mask and I feel the warmth it brings me.

The sight of this man on his knees is never going to grow dull. A man this powerful, this dark, looked at me and decided that I was worthy of him. His time, his attention, his praise, it's all so intoxicating. He's unleashing parts of me that I didn’t know were there, and I'm starting to feel freer than I ever have before. That mask fulfilling fantasies I didn’t even know I had.

I tighten my legs around him. Locking my ankles behind his back and pull him closer. Thrusting my pussy further into his mouth as I feel my body begin to tighten.

“That’s right, suffocate me with that pussy baby girl, drown me.” I feel his words vibrate against my clit and I imagine his words to me earlier. His voice is enchanting. The deepness of his tone, and the conviction of his words performed in a way that almost made it impossible to doubt his feelings or intentions with me. His soul sung and presented itself in a way that was raw and exposed. The chills it sent down my body as it rippled through my arousal left a permanent imprint on my soul, and I know I’ll never feel the same way about him again after tonight.

I tighten my legs more as he pushes two fingers inside of me, curling into the spongey place as his mouth sucks on my clit. I feel the climb build and build, feeling it up to my throat. He removes his fingers, only to replace them with his tongue and move his thumb back to my clit. His large tongue fills me just as well as his fingers and I feel my body tremble against him.

He inserts his fingers again, to pump into me twice. Coating his digits with my lubrication before running them over my asshole. He hasn’t had me this way yet, and right now he could take it, and I wouldn’t care. Knowing that whatever he does to me is not only about his pleasure, but about mine, and that even if he does cause me some pain, that it'll be a pain that I crave.

The tip of his finger teases my tight hole. Working to loosen the area and get familiar with the unmarked territory. Using slight pressure, he presses against the puckered hole. Testing out the waters before he slides his finger in my ass the same moment his tongue fills me again, and the sensation is unlike anything else. Making me draw in a deep gasp at the unfamiliar, yet tantalizing feeling.

A strangled moan flies out of my mouth. The sound loud and unrestrained. I have never felt so full. His fingers are large, but I never imagined that with only one finger he could make me feel so complete. With the pressure it causes, I can feel his tongue inside me even more as it flattens then swirls my inner walls. He starts to thrust his finger in and out of my ass at the same pace as his tongue moves. Creating a sensation that has the strong pressure in my abdomen rumbling and charging, ready to strike.

One more swipe of his tongue, and pinch of my clit, and that’s all it takes to send me over the edge. Throwing me into the most powerful orgasm of my life. I shakily grind my hips into his face as I come all over him, or into him I should say, as he slurps me down. Using his gulping technique to prolong my pleasure. He was starving for me, taking me in as if I was the liquid in the Holy Grail.

My legs slowly release his head. Relaxing as I feel the ravenous waves coursing through my core slowly retreating. His large hands then caress the soft flesh from the side of my thigh, over my hip, and over my ass. That filled-with-hunger gaze admiring every dip and curve of my trembling body.

He stands as he runs his hands all over my tight body. Scouring over my form as if he was committing the valleys and depths of me to memory, and plants his lips to mine in a hot, fierce kiss. Forcing me to taste myself. His tongue dancing aggressively with mine as the sweet and salty taste attacks our taste buds.

I pull away long enough to gather my ragged breath. Feeling my confidence with him soar as those now ring-rimmed, electric blue eyes stare at me with his pupils blown. He always acts starved for me, and now that I'm beginning to feel the same way, I'm tempted to push my own boundaries.

Wanting to let go and get a taste of what it feels to truly give in to him. I raise one of my legs to his hip and wrap it around his waist. Exposing myself as an offering to his rock-hard cock. Thrusting lightly as I begin to grind and rub my cunt on his shaft. He groans as he buries his masked face into my neck. Biting down on the long column hard enough to make me whimper in both pleasure and pain.

“Take off that mask.” I tell him, practically as a moaning whisper, which makes his frantic and erratic movements come to a screeching halt. He pulls away slightly. Just enough for me to be able to meet his gaze, and tilts his head with slight confusion. “I want to come again to the sight of your face.” I practically beg.

Now that. That sends him over the edge. Any ounce of control he had snapping in an instant. He throws the mask off and down to reveal that divine face. Reaching up faster than I can register, he unbuckles the belt. Tearing the leather down and throwing it across the glade. Releasing a predatory growl with the force.

Once I’m down, he grips my shoulders and turns me around to face the tree. Spreading my legs with his thigh in one move. The bark of the tree scrapes my torso and scratches my delicate skin. My hardened nipples burning at the rough surface and only enhancing my arousal. Every sharp graze sending a bold of electricity through my body. Each little cut pebbling with blood, and speckling me with my favorite, very arousing color.

Reaching between me and the tree, he snakes his toned and veiny forearm up to grasp and knead my breast. Smearing my own blood over my chest and stomach as he drags his hand back down to grip my hip. Leaving a faint, bloodied handprint on the curve there.

He dips down and enters me from behind as he presses me against the tree. Giving me no warning or time to adjust before he starts thrusting and pounding into me like an animal in heat. The once peaceful woods is now over taken by the sound of our skin slapping together and our conjoined grunts and groans. His left-hand rushes to my sensitive clit. Putting a harsh, but ecstasy-filled pressure on it as he circles it mercilessly. His right-hand comes up from my hip. Smearing more blood around my torso and breasts before he grabs me by the throat. The hand necklace sends an initial wave of fear through my body, but he’s careful not to squeeze as he pulls my head back and up to look at him.

“Fuck, you look so beautiful begging for me.” He thrusts into me relentlessly, shoving his full length inside of me again and again. Slamming into that perfect place every time that makes my body jolt. My stimulated body is already writhing again beneath him, and I feel my eyelids and pussy flutter. “You really are a deity.” The pounding and swirling pressure builds a second orgasm, one so large, it’s almost painful.

As I release, I lose my ability to keep quiet, and now I hear my moans begin to echo in the forest. The sound reverberating so deeply that I'm sure I can be heard back at the parking lot. His own deep moans and growls penetrate my mind and my heart as he yells out, showing my possession of him. The moans sounding shaky and stuttered, but not quite enough to mask the ‘ oh, God’ falling from his lips.

“Let it out baby girl. This body is yours, any fucking time you ask for it.”

God, don’t fall for him…don’t fall for him …

My whole body is a wracking, quaking mess. The legs I stand on are threatening to give out, and my nails are splintering as I claw at the tree. Desperate for something to ground myself to before I die of pleasure. His own body begins to lose its rhythm. Those firm hips stalling and stuttering as he tenses up. His thick cock twitching and stiffening even more inside me. The erratic movements contributing to my overstimulation.

“Who do you fucking belong to?” He roars. His voice is feral and hoarse.

“You! DAMIEN!”

“That’s right, Ashia! You’re MINE! All fucking MINE!” I see stars appear in my vision and my eyes begin to roll back. “Come on baby girl, give me another one. You can do it. F-fuck…” He roars a final time before he thrusts again and holds himself buried to the hilt. I feel as his cock pulses, and then his warmth explodes inside me, which sends me into euphoria for a third time. My gut twisting, tensing, and cramping at my biggest release to date. Panting and screaming in his ear as he growls into mine.

Once we both shakily come down, he buries his face in the crook of my neck and holds me up. Those strong, firm arms snaked around my middle and holding me close. His thick, mesmerizing cock still at home inside me. I'm not sure if I can stand my legs are so wobbly, and I’m silently praying that I don’t pass out here in the middle of the forest. He presses gentle kisses to my throat and shoulder while he carefully pulls out of me. My abused pussy leaking his cum, causing it to drip down my thighs.

“Hold on to the tree, baby.” He whispers, and I do as I'm told. I look over my shoulder to watch him grab his shirt off the ground and kneel down behind me to clean me up the best he can. His strokes are soft and careful, but every swipe against my pussy makes me flinch. The overstimulation is still suffocating my most sensitive areas. Tearing off a piece of the shirt he didn’t use, he stands, and moves to my stomach, chest, and neck. Wiping the blood away and lightly tending to the scrapes that riddle my body.

He then reaches around and grasps my jaw again. Lifting my face to meet him. He kisses me deeply. His tongue adoring mine with a slow dance, and our lips beg not to part. The moment does fade as he pulls back and rests his forehead against mine. Nuzzling his nose against mine in the sweetest way.

“Fuck, what do you do to me?” He breathlessly asks, barely loud enough to hear.

“All the right things apparently.” He smiles at my smart-ass answer and kisses me again. It’s quick and sweet. As if it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“Only the right things, little wolf.” He smirks before pulling away and getting dressed. Well, in everything except for his shirt, and I’d be okay if he never wore one again. His sculpted, yet soft body is shining. The moonlight glistens off of his sweat dribbled figure. I’m so drawn to the sight that I turn around to catch a better look but lose my balance. My knees buckling from the intense tremors still coursing through my body. He reaches out and grabs me before I can fall. Smirking like a love-sick fool. “Apparently, I do all the right things to you to.” He smiles.

“Only the right things.” He kisses me again in an unwilling movement. Grinning against my lips before he pulls back and starts to help me get dressed. Holding me with one arm, he helps me back into my thong and jeans. Then he helps me with my bra and T-shirt before putting his jacket back on me.

He confuses me by setting me gently on the ground. Sitting on my butt, but then he kneels down, grabs my foot, and slips my socks and shoes on me. Even tying them for me in the cutest gesture. Before I can say thank you, he turns and pats himself on the back, gesturing for me to hop on. So, I happily climb on him like a spider monkey and hang on tight. So innocent, so playful, and yet so hot. Like he’s walking me out of the burning building my thoughts imitate.

“Are we going back now?” He starts walking. Taking his monstrous steps with ease. Walking over to his discarded mask and playfully bending to get it before handing it to me. Then he begins walking gracefully towards the parking lot.

“Nope, one more stop.”