Page 16 of Hunted by Them (Primal Desires #1)

RYDER

The city didn’t hide her well.

Even if I hadn’t tailed the police car to her apartment, I still would’ve been able to find her like she was a fucking beacon. Dash thought I was crazy. I’d never talked the guys into keeping someone for a week, let alone followed them home.

I stared up at the modest apartment that didn’t fit my memory of her. She’d built her little city cave inside a seven-story, brick block with iron railings and potted plants that tried too hard.

I’d walked in looking like a delivery guy and found her apartment on the call list. Tonight I was returning to my Sweet Daisy.

I waited outside long enough to memorize the rhythm of lights in her apartment, the way her curtains glowed a soft amber when she finally settled, and then turned dark. Still, I waited.

Hood up, I walked into the building that lacked any security to speak of and made my way up the elevator to the top floor. I stepped out into the hallway and looked both ways. All was quiet. No cameras. Perfect.

Pulling my little kit out of my pocket, I stuck the two pieces of metal into the lock, and it took all of three seconds to get the door open. Locks were for people who believed in rules and thought they kept people like me at bay.

My shadow stretched into the small hallway that led directly into the open concept living room and kitchen. I followed her scent. The sweet shampoo and body wash aroma got stronger the closer I came to her bedroom. Sweet Daisy’s door was open.

Looking into her room, I smirked. She lay on her bed with an arm over her head and the blankets only covering half of her body.

Slipping in like a shadow, I walked around to stare at her beautiful face.

Fuck, I wanted to keep her. It wasn’t our way, but I was really starting to think, who gave a fuck.

Leaning in close, I sniffed her skin, and her scent filled me, making me hard. The faint trace of the forest still clung to her clothes. She looked…innocent…almost. But my Sweet Daisy wasn’t innocent anymore, not after what we’d carved into her.

Her lashes fluttered and her lips twitched as if she were in a dream. The rise and fall of her chest was steady. I could have stood there forever.

But I was not a patient man when it came to her.

I curled my fingers around the end of the blanket and tugged it down slow and steady.

The fabric slipped over her body inch by inch, exposing the curve of her hip, and the end of the cotton shirt that barely covered her sexy ass.

I pulled until she was completely vulnerable to my greedy eyes.

She murmured and pressed her thighs together like she already knew I was nearby.

“Sweet Daisy,” I whispered. “Are you wet for me?”

Her breath hitched, and a soft moan spilled from her lips. She arched, lifting her hips into nothing. I smirked, my blood boiling with the need to be inside of her.

I tugged my belt loose and unzipped my jeans, freeing my cock. I groaned as I ran my hand up the length of my shaft.

“Fuck, Sweet Daisy, look what you do to me,” I said, voice low as her hips rocked against the mattress.

My hand moved faster, and I growled as she spread her legs a little more, hips wiggling. Even with the room almost completely dark, there was a sliver of silver coming in through her blinds that showed her glistening thighs.

“I told you, you’d crave me.” She whimpered at the reminder. “Touch yourself. I want to watch you touch that sweet fucking pussy.”

I was taking a massive risk, but I couldn’t help myself. My Sweet Daisy was fucking with my mind. She had become my craving.

Her hand inched closer, and I watched transfixed.

“That’s it…good girl, Sweet Daisy, let me see those fingers disappear.”

My body shuddered as she shoved two into her pussy. The sound she made had my jaw cracking, and my hand pumping harder.

“Oh, yeah…so beautiful. You’re mine,” I growled, and her legs splayed wide as her hips lifted off the mattress.

“Yes,” she mumbled in her sleep.

“Fuck…”

I couldn’t hold back. My come spilled from my cock, and landed on Sage’s hand, the one that had her panting for me. I growled and let my head fall back as I completely unloaded all over her hand, legs, and pussy.

Breathing hard, my nostrils flared as I stared at my seed all over her. She didn’t flinch.

“Stop.” She did. “Now, roll on your side,” I ordered in a rough tone. I needed to be inside her.

I pulled the blindfold we’d used out of my pocket and walked around to the side of the bed, licking my lips as I stared at her ass. Bending over, I slipped it over her eyes. Sage sighed, then whimpered.

The desperate sound gripped me in a way that I couldn’t explain. Sliding onto the mattress behind her, I molded my body to hers. My muscled chest pressed up against her back, my cock pressed between the cheeks of her ass. She shifted, murmuring, body stiffening, but didn’t wake.

“Shhh,” I breathed against her ear. “You’re mine, Sweet Daisy. Say it.”

“I’m…yeers,” she mumbled, sleepily. It wasn’t perfect, but it would do. Sweet Daisy exhaled, and I felt her relief. It should terrify her that I was in her room. Instead, she pushed back into me. With each movement, she hammered another nail in the coffin that would make her mine permanently.

I gripped her leg, lifting her shirt as I slid my hand up her soft skin.

“Oh…”

“Want me to fuck you, Sweet Daisy? Fill you…have you coming all over me?”

“Yeesss,” she moaned.

I hooked her leg over mine and pushed between her thighs. Her warmth pressed into me, calling me like a fucking siren. My hand smoothed down her stomach, holding her steady.

“You’re so wet, Sweet Daisy…I needed to feel you again,” I whispered as I moved my hips back and forth, teasing her with my cock and soaking myself. “I need to fuck you until you can’t walk across this little apartment without seeing me in every shadow.”

She sighed, head tipping back, mouth parted.

The first pump of my cock into her pussy drew a moan from her throat.

She was still half-asleep, but instinct knew this was no longer a dream.

My entire body flexed with the feel of my cock spreading her open.

I pushed all the way in, and even though I’d just come, I had to fight off the urge to explode again.

“You’re a temptress, Sweet Daisy…a fucking temptress with a hot, sweet pussy…there is something about you. Something that calls to me. I have to have you. Tell me again that you’re mine,” I ordered, as I slowly pulled out and thrust back into her.

“Yours…all yours,” she said, a little more awake, but she didn’t reach for the blindfold. “Oh god…yes.”

Her hips moved now, pushing back into me hard. I gripped her hips, my fingers digging in as I let the carnal desire take over.

“Fuck…yes,” I groaned, my needy cock begging to come despite wanting to make this last as long as I could. I moved faster and harder, pulling cries that made my control fray.

“Come for me, Sweet Daisy, come on the cock that owns every last inch of you,” I demanded. She cried out as she came in a rush, like her body had simply been waiting for the command.

My eyes closed and I reveled in the sounds she made, the way her walls gripped my shaft as she soaked me. I pumped faster and knew that I was close.

“Be my good girl, Sweet Daisy, and come again. Rub that clit of yours and give me what I need.” I bit down on the side of her neck.

My sweet, Sweet Daisy screamed so passionately that I felt it in my soul. Her hand worked furiously, and as soon as I felt her coming again, I let go with a roar. We broke together, crying out into the darkened room.

Sage gave and gave, and I filled her. I marked her and ruined her all over again in her bed, in her supposed sanctuary.

“Fuck you feel so good. I could go all night.”

“Fuck me again. I need you,” she cried out, and that was all I needed to hear.

Using my body, we rolled so she was on her stomach, legs spread wide as I drove my cock home again and again. The only thing I craved more than fucking her was getting her pregnant.

I wanted it so bad, I’d dreamed of her heavy with our child. She sat on me, riding me, taking what she wanted with a swollen belly. In my dreams, she craved to be bred even though she was already pregnant.

“Fuck, yes,” I growled, coming again to the fantasy and the reality at the same time.

Each round, I breathed darker words into her ear…promises of how I’d never let her be free of me, of how her body and mind belonged to me. Every dream she had from now on would end with my name, even if she never spoke it aloud.

By the time my cock finally stilled, and I needed to rest, Sweet Daisy lay boneless under me, sweat slicking her skin, hair damp, and our fingers entwined. I didn’t pull out but stayed inside of her, experiencing every aftershock and flutter of her pussy.

“You found me,” she whispered, and I nipped her ear.

“You’re mine, of course I did.”

“Don’t leave, please.”

I couldn’t refuse her, and that was dangerous. Holding her tight, I rolled us onto our sides. I brushed her hair back, kissing her damp neck.

“Sleep, Sweet Daisy.”

She tried to fight it, but eventually her breath slowed, and her body softened.

I lay there long enough to be sure she’d fallen back to sleep, then eased out of the bed. I left the antler piece sitting on her nightstand and the blindfold covering her eyes. I wanted her to wake up and feel its weight, to remember this moment even in the bright light of the morning’s rays.

I fastened my belt and pulled up the blankets, tucking her in before letting myself out.

It was quiet as I traveled down and out to the street.

I stood among the shadows for a long time afterward, letting the cool night wash over me as I watched her window.

Once I was sure she hadn’t woken up, I turned and walked along the sidewalk, letting the night swallow me.

The blindfold would whisper to her when morning came.

You’re not alone. You’ll never be alone. You’re mine.