Page 18 of Jealous Lumberjack

He’s right there.

And before I can snatch in a breath or scream, his giant shadow separates from the inky blackness.

Strong arms close like manacles around me. My back slams into a tree, his massive frame caging me in.

“You never learn,” he growls, breath hot on my face.

“Let me go!” My fists beat his chest, useless.

His palm cups my jaw, tilts my face up. His eyes burn—dark and dangerous, cruel and hungry. “You hurt yourself again, didn’t you, little rabbit?”

“No. I’m fine,” I lie.

His face hardens. “Looks like I’m going to have to teach you the consequences of lies,” he rasps.

“What…what does that mean?”

“It means you get a different kind of punishment this time.” His mouth brushes my ear. “Let me oblige you, little rabbit.”

Before I can speak, he grips my dress and rips it clean in two.

Shock chokes me as I watch the dangling, ruined dress. “You bastard! What are you?—”

“Quiet,” he snarls, parts the fabric, stares down at my body in the moonlight. “Can’t run if you’re naked. Fuck, you’re a vision. Mine.”

“I’m not—” The words are drowned out by another wave of shock as the beast drops to his knees in front of me.

His hands move over me, but Irealizehe’s not touching my bare skin, just moving over the tattered fabric of my dress. Doesn’t matter. My body reacts the same, my nipples tightening as if he’s touched them, licked them, grazed them with his teeth.

I sag against the tree as his hands frame my hips.

“You called him your ex because it’s over, right?” he rasps gruffly, his dark eyes drilling into mine.

My head moves, and I’m not even sure if I’m fully cognizant of his question or if it’s just shock and deep, dark, insane arousal stirring inside me.

“Mine, even if he’s not,” he growls again, the primal possessiveness thickening his voiceandshooting an insane thrill through my bloodstream.

No. It’s the full moon. The mountain air. I’m sure of it. I’m a city girl, used to exhaust fumes and toxic masculinity.

I can’t be feeling this?—

I gasp when his hands close over the backs of my knees, roughly yanking my feet apart.

I’m still wearing my bra and panties, but the way his eyes lance over me, I might as well be naked.

And then he…oh God, this feral beast whose name I don’t even know…hesniffs me.

“I’ve smelled this wet little pussy all day. And you think you can run before I get a taste?” he rumbles, voice barely coherent.

But every octave sinks like a drug straight into my bloodstream. And something else is taking over me. Because the sight of this beast on his knees, slavering for me, shoots an alien sensation through me.

Power. Wild and dangerous.

The kind I thought only deities and higher beings experienced.

My eyelids fall to half-mast, and my hips shoot out almost of their own accord.

His hands spasm on my knees, and his face turns even more feral, his eyes aflame as he watches me. As he licks his lips and takes a longer, deeper inhale.