Page 29 of Hunt Me (The Skulls #1)

‘ Mmhhmm, ’ I moan, unable to say anything legible.

‘ This is my pussy, Fauna. ’

Thrust.

‘ Mine. ’

Thrust.

‘ Do you understand, little deer? ’ Ruaridh pulls out, smacking his hard length against my clit, and thrusts back inside me again. ‘ This pussy is mine. ’

The build-up of sensations is rising within me again. It is entirely out of my control, the tidal wave of pleasure fast approaching with every thrust of Ruaridh ’ s hips and his sinful words.

Just as I feel my walls tightening and my legs on the verge of shaking, Ruaridh ’ s movements slow. His grip becomes tighter and I look up, finding his expression strained.

He ’ s struggling for control.

‘ Say. It. ’ He pants.

‘ You wish this pussy were yours, ’ I taunt, somehow managing to rock my hips against him.

I ignore his stormy expression, letting his irritation and lack of control fuel my movements. A man like Ruaridh wants to own and dominate, but I ’ m not as easy prey as he initially thought when we first found each other in those tunnels.

‘ You ’ re going to regret that, ’ Ruaridh chastises, but another slight rock of my hips as I clench my walls around him has his resolve crumbling.

I see the moment he caves, unable to hold back, but I want more. I crave more from him. I want the monster I know he can be.

‘ Make me, ’ I challenge.

He snaps.

Ruaridh ’ s thrusts are punishing, and that wave of pleasure crashes through me. My whole body tenses, shaking beneath his grip, and I scream through my release.

I feel like I ’ m on fire, tingling with the most prolonged orgasm I have ever experienced. I ’ m delirious with the sensation, mumbling about pleasure, but none of it makes sense to my ears.

Ruaridh ’ s swollen lips meet my own as he whispers praises between kisses. His words have me feeling another level of high as I come down from my orgasm. His grip on my thighs loosens, and his palms rest either side of my head, his stomach now flush with my own.

This position feels different, more intimate, as he trails kisses up and down my neck. I match his movements, trailing my hands across his back, behind his neck. I allow my ankles to hook around his hips, encouraging him closer.

I ’ m touching him like a woman starved like he is my last breath before I drown.

Ruaridh ’ s thrusts become irregular as he pauses his worship of my body, and hot air fans across my cheek as he moans his release.

His big muscular body collapses on top of me, his head nestled in the crook of my neck as I let my own fall back in exhaustion.

Our bodies rise and fall in unison, our laboured pants becoming one.

??

I ’ m not sure how long it has been or how long we have been lying here together with Ruaridh still inside me. At some point, I ’ d begun to trail my fingertip up and down his back, and now it feels too natural to stop. Like not doing the movement would be weird and unnatural.

Ruaridh also started using his own version of soothing touches. First, he lightly combed his fingers through my hair, then to my scalp, and now, he trails his lips up my neck right towards my earlobe.

One kiss, ‘ You ’ re perfect, Fauna. ’ Then a second, ‘ In every single way. ’

His words warm my heart, making me feel so content that I could stay here forever. Like nothing else matters and it never has to end.

‘ You did so well taking me like that, baby. ’ Another kiss, this one to the left, as he moves around, drawing a line towards my lips.

When his lips touch mine this time, we don ’ t fight for dominance; it ’ s not hard or desperate. Instead, the pressure is soft and caring as they gently connect with my own, lightly dancing across one another.

Ruaridh hesitantly pulls away, but before there ’ s too much distance, he places a tender kiss on the tip of my nose. I can ’ t help the butterflies that take off in my stomach or hold back the smile I feel spread across my face.

He looks beautiful above me. Forest-green eyes that look down through soft, lazy lids, such a relaxed look compared to his usual harsh gaze. His cheeks are flushed, and his lips are swollen, and all it does is turn me on more.

‘ How are you feeling, baby? ’ Ruaridh asks with such affection in his voice.

‘ Good, ’ I sigh, wholly content.

He laughs, gliding his knuckles across my cheek. ‘ Good, huh? You look a little more than good. ’

‘ Oh really? ’

‘ Yes, ’ he breaths.

I catch his hand, holding it there against me for a second before letting go and looking between us, I wiggle my hips.

He ’ s not as hard as before, but I can still feel how he fills me.

Ruaridh looks down to where he is still inside of me; a sheepish grin spreads across his face. ‘ You might be a little sore. Ready for me to move? ’

I nod, already feeling the slight discomfort from how hard we went.

As Ruaridh pulls back, I feel as his cum escaping my opening and running down my inner thighs but before it can go too far I feel his finger sweep through it pushing it back inside me. And fuck if that doesn ’ t turn me on more.

Our eyes connect, and he watches me as my lips part. Not needing any other indication, Ruaridh brings his cum covered fingers up to my lips, pushing them inside my mouth for me to suck clean. Saltiness fills my tastebuds along with a taste that must be my arousal, and I moan around his fingers.

Ruaridh groans as he watches me. ‘ You look so hot, baby. ’

I swirl my tongue around his two fingers once more and allow them to slip free of my mouth. My tongue darts out, licking at the corner of my lips to catch the remaining drops from when his fingers brushed against the edges.

He groans, movements hesitant as he gets up from our position and shifts to where his pack is on the floor.

His muscles ripple with every movement, and I appreciate his body on a whole other level now that I ’ ve felt firsthand what he can do with it. What his muscles look like as he is on top of me, using them to pin me down and fuck me.

As I ’ m lost in my lustful daydream, I don ’ t realise that Ruaridh has spent the time wetting a cloth, one that he now brings between my legs to clean the remainder of our mess. He is gentle as he cleans me, making sure not to apply too much pressure in areas he assumes will be tender.

The attention he gives me causes my eyes to burn, and embarrassment digs its ugly claws into me.

Ruaridh must notice the change in me as he throws the cloth to the floor and climbs back onto the sofa beside me, pulling a blanket over us in the process. He gently turns me around so that we are both on our sides facing each other.

Instead of speaking or acknowledging my inner turmoil, he kisses me and pulls my head into his chest, stroking my back.

Our breaths even out, relaxing into one another as the sun's last light disappears.

‘ I ’ ll look after you, I promise. ’ Ruaridh sleepily mumbles, and emotion tears at my chest, making it feel tight and painful.

Never in a thousand years would I have thought me following a Skull would end up with me lying here in his arms, tears welling in my eyes begging to overflow with equal parts contentment and heartache.

I ’ ve never allowed myself to hope for something like this.

Never allowed the thought to calm my mind and make me feel at home in someone else ’ s arms.

It is dangerous to hope for such a magical feeling.

Healthy relationships are a myth of the past. No one who is still alive is capable of showing such kindness, of caring for someone they barely know and have no long-standing loyalty towards.

The girls and I have formed an unbreakable connection in our time together. One that I will not, and I cannot turn my back on for the chance of a couple of moments in contentment.

We don ’ t know for sure how far along Isla is in her pregnancy. She needs me, and that will not change overnight. I cannot abandon her at such a vulnerable point in her life, nor can I leave the others and the demons I know they continue to face every time they choose to wake up in the morning.

I ’ ll take the clothes Ruaridh gave me.

They are close by and easier to get to than my other ones.

Maybe they can be a sick sort of remembrance for me after I leave him behind and put the others first. They are my family, and I can ’ t risk their safety by introducing them to a group of monsters, no matter how much the monster next to me has tried to demonstrate that he is more than his reputation makes him seem.

I decide to wait a little longer and make sure Ruaridh is in a deeper sleep, one he won ’ t easily wake from. Then, I will slip out from under his warm embrace and return to the others.