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CHAPTER TWELVE

TAWNY GASPED FOR air as she ran like she was being chased by the hounds of hell. She hadn’t even been aware she could run this fast. She was out of shape. She didn’t work out very often. When she did, she liked to do crunches and to walk. She was not one for vigorous cardio.

But out here, in the woods, right now, she seemed to have boundless energy and she could run fast .

He was gaining on her, though.

Every time she glanced over her shoulder, he was closer.

She still had that image of him in her head, antlers locked in with the other stag, his neck muscles and shoulder muscles tensing under the thin t-shirt he was wearing. Last night, he’d been in a suit, but today he was in a gray t-shirt and jeans, and he looked sort of soft but rugged and she couldn’t help but note how his torso was V-shaped and how wide his shoulders were and how thick his bare forearms seemed to be.

She glanced back again.

Sun and moon, he was almost on top of her. She let out a little yip of fear or thrill or excitement… She couldn’t even say.

And then, he reached out and took hold of the back of her shirt. He tugged on that until he had an arm around her waist.

She didn’t struggle. It seemed right somehow to let him pull her body in against his, to let him press his chest against her back, his pelvis against her backside, to let their legs stop moving, to come to a stop.

She was out of breath.

He was too. He panted into the crook of her neck and shoulder, strong forearm banded around her, just above her belly button.

Oh, shit. She could feel his erection through his pants. She could feel how fucking hard and huge he was.

It seemed to surge through her, making her whole body tingle, but especially her clit, especially her nipples. Groaning, she turned herself in his arms.

He accommodated her, making an approving rumbling noise in the back of his throat. One of his thick hands splayed out on her back. The other went down to cup the curve of her backside. He urged her tightly against him, and his mouth found hers.

She shut her eyes, surrendering to the breathless kiss, which seemed to tingle, too. It felt divine, his tongue in her mouth, dragging itself against her tongue, his movement smooth and assured.

He broke the kiss. “You feel perfect in my arms,” he told her, still out of breath. “You’re the prettiest little thing in the whole world, aren’t you?”

She was still panting. “What are you going to do with me?”

“Whatever I want,” he told her. He snatched her chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing her to look into his eyes. “Whatever you want.” A pause. “And you want my cock. Say it.”

She shuddered. “I… do.” She kissed him again.

He crushed her against him.

She pulled back. “But you… you don’t have to be such a… you don’t have to act like it was a foregone conclusion.”

“Yes, I do,” he said, kissing her roughly. “You want me to.”

“I…” She started to chew on her bottom lip, and some part of her wanted to surrender to this. Well? Why not?

Wasn’t that the whole point of sex with a stranger, how it didn’t have to mean anything, how you didn’t have to worry about what they thought of you?

If you want this Tawny, you can have it.

“I want you to,” she said, her voice cracking. “I want you to do whatever you want with me. I want you to use me like you’re moondamned entitled to my pussy because you caught it. I want you to treat me like… like…”

“Like you’re mine,” he said in a deep, knowing voice. “Because you are. You are mine. Say it, Tawny.”

“I’m yours,” she whispered.

“Say my name,” he said, and he was tugging her shirt free from where it was tucked into her jeans.

“I’m yours, Athos,” she said, and that made her shiver again, and it made her sensitive bits tingle.

“Mine to fuck and mine to breed,” he told her, but his voice was gentle when he said this, somehow, sort of affectionate, and he kissed her after he said it. It was a thorough kiss, but it wasn’t as rough as the kisses they had shared already. “All mine,” and his voice was a whisper, too, just like hers.

“All yours,” she agreed softly.

“So, this is what I want you to do,” he said. “I want you to undo your jeans and slide your hand down the front of them and find your clit and rub it. Right now, Tawny.”

She glanced down, a grin spreading over her face, to find the button of her jeans.

“Up here.”

She looked back up at him.

“Good,” he said. “You look at me, that’s right. Look at me and touch yourself. That’s what you do. And…” He let out a huff of air. “And I want you to acknowledge what I tell you, actually. Say, uh, ‘Yes, sir.’”

“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” she said, but it was making her tingle, and she couldn’t deny it. “Sir.”

He let out a breathless laugh. “You’re a very bad girl, and you know it. I’m going to teach you a lesson.”

“You’re a jackass, sir,” she said, sliding her hand down her pants, rubbing herself. “You’re the most arrogant buck I’ve ever met in my life. You’re exactly the kind of man I hate.”

“Uh huh,” he said. “Missing something at the end there?”

“Sir,” she moaned, because she was wet, wow, how had she gotten that wet? And because it felt good to touch herself there.

“Yeah,” he said. “That’s better.” He kissed her again. He pulled back. “Good.”

She shivered again. Fuck, her nipples were tingling. She half-thought maybe they were getting hard without anyone touching them, which—despite what was claimed in the trashy romance novels she’d read—never actually happened. At least. Not to her. She shut her eyes, savoring the way it felt to rub circles into her needy clit.

“No, open your eyes, look at me,” he said.

She obeyed.

“Look at me,” he murmured. “Look right at me. How’s that feel? You like that?”

“Obviously, I like it, sir.”

“Cheeky thing. Just for that, stop.”

“Fuck you, sir,” she groaned. She stopped.

He snatched her hand out of her pants and lifted her fingers to his lips. He licked them clean.

She made a noise in the back of her throat.

“Wet little pussy, isn’t it?” he breathed. “Sweet little pussy, too.”

She held his gaze, her own breath hitching.

“Acknowledge.” He lifted his chin.

“Yes, sir,” she said.

“Show it to me,” he said. “Let me see it.”

She unzipped her jeans. She peeled them away, baring her panties which covered her mound. She’d debated about what underwear to wear for this thing and decided to stick with no-nonsense cotton in defiance.

He ran his tongue over his teeth.

She hooked her thumbs in and pushed her jeans and underwear down at the same time, an inch at a time, showing him everything.

He gazed at her, nostrils flaring, greedily drinking her in. “It wants a kiss?”

She drew in a shaky breath. “Yes, sir.”

He went down on his knees on the forest floor. He applied his mouth, his tongue, to her, lapping at the lips of her, at her clit, and she had to grab onto his antlers for balance.

He didn’t seem to mind. He kept licking her, his tongue delving in and making her moan as he tugged her pants and underwear further down, all the way down. He removed her shoes, still licking her pussy. He took everything off her, until she was naked from the waist down. Then he lifted her leg, threw it over his shoulder, and kept licking her.

She started to cant her hips a little, rubbing into him, rubbing her clit against his tongue.

He hissed his approval. “Sun, yes, just like that,” he urged her. “Rub that sweet little pussy all over my face.”

She liked that so much, she started to crest. Her body twitched a little, a warm-up.

He felt it. “Good, you like that, don’t you?” he spoke into her sex. “What do you say, huh? What would you say if you weren’t a very bad girl?”

“Thank you, sir,” she moaned, and she was right there . She was needy, though. “Call me a bad girl again,” she panted, embarrassed at this, but not caring, just wanting to come.

“You’re a very fucking bad girl,” he said, dragging his tongue against her clit. “You don’t even deserve the way I’m licking you. You don’t deserve it, and you better tell me just how grateful you are.”

“Thank you,” she wheezed. “Thank you, sir, thank you.” Her whole body went tight, crazy tight, and she let out a strangled sound as she tightened to a point of sweet ecstasy. “Fuck, I’m coming. I’m coming, sir.”

He licked her again.

“Stop,” she cried out. It was too much.

He was on his feet, immediately, eyes wide. “You okay?” His voice was different.

“Oh, n-no.” She tipped into him, unable to keep her balance. He caught her. She looked up at his face, at the way her juices were smeared all over his chin. Fuck, that’s hot, she thought. “I just mean, stop licking me, because it’s too sensitive. Don’t stop, don’t you dare stop, don’t you even think about—”

He cut her off, kissing her furiously.

She clung to him. In the wake of her orgasm, she was feeling all sorts of strange elements of softness for this man, fondness blooming for him, and she kissed him back hard, seizing a handful of his shirt.

The kiss stopped, but his face stayed close. “You taste… moon and sun, you’re…”

“Show me your chest,” she gasped.

“Yeah, okay.” He stripped his shirt off, and she pressed her hands into the firmness of his pectoral muscles.

He was beautiful, look at him. He was huge and broad up top, and only a little soft around the middle, his stomach mostly flat, but just a little bit rounded, which made him… she didn’t know, safer somehow, sweeter, realer, better .

“Your chest, too,” he said. “Show me everything.” He kissed her jaw, gentle. His voice was dark and lilting. “Show me what’s mine.”

“I’m yours,” she said, immediately, as she wriggled out of her shirt. She reached back to undo her bra. She let them both fall on the ground. “I’m yours, sir.”

He was staring at her breasts, just full-on gazing at them, appreciative, wordless.

Fuck, she liked that. She arched her back, leaving them on display for him.

“You’re like a pin-up doe,” he said. “You’re fucking… this cannot actually be happening to me.”

She let out a little laugh.

“I want you up against that tree trunk,” he said, nodding.

“O-okay.” She went there.

“No, no,” he said, coming with her. “Turn around. Face me, you bad little girl. That’s what I want. Want to look at these perfect fucking tits.”

“I want you to suck them.”

“Moon and sun, you’re demanding since you got off, aren’t you?” He was grinning. He lifted her legs and hooked them around his waist, bracing her back against the tree trunk. He bent down and drew one of her nipples into his mouth.

She gasped, rolling the back of her head against the tree trunk.

He sucked her there. Stopped. Lathed his tongue over the hard tip of her nipple. Sucked her again.

She made little cries to the leaves overhead, to the sky above it.

“You’re grateful, but you’re a very bad girl, and you don’t tell me, do you?”

“Thank you, sir,” she panted. “Thank you, sir, you’re very good at that.”

He sucked her other nipple. “You’re going to breastfeed our kid, right?”

She jerked her head down to look at him.

He had his eyes closed, sucking her.

She sputtered.

He looked up at her. “I mean.” He licked her nipple. “I think you owe it to our future offspring, Tawny.”

“You… you can’t just—”

“Yes, I can.” And he was kissing her mouth.

She shook her head. “That’s just gross to say during sex.”

“Aren’t you here because you want to get pregnant, though?” he said.

“Yeah, but we don’t have to talk about that.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to talk about that? Reach down there and feel how hard I am, Tawny, and I want you to know that I’ve been working on this hard-on ever since I started talking about how I was going to breed you. So, it’s turning me on. And you’re mine. And I’m doing whatever I want with you. You told me to ‘use you,’ if I remember correctly. So, I—”

But he cut off because she was touching him, feeling the length and girth of him inside his jeans.

“This, um,” she said breathily, “this does seem like it’s up to the task of getting me pregnant.”

“It is,” he said. “I’m going to fuck you with it, Tawny, and you’re going to take my come, and then you’re going to say, ‘Thank you, sir’ for seeding you, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” she said in a guttural voice.

He kissed her. “Take me out, why don’t you? You got your hands down there. Do something useful with them.” After all, his hands were busy holding her legs around his waist.

She did it, and his thick, hard, hot cock was in her hands in minutes. She couldn’t help but gasp over it as she stroked it.

“You like?” he breathed.

“It’s very nice, sir,” she said.

“Call me ‘sir’ again,” he panted in her ear.

“Fuck me, sir,” she gasped.

“Shit,” he wheezed.

“I think…” She squeezed him. “If your hands are busy, you might need me to put you inside me, sir.”

“I might,” he agreed. “Put me inside you, pretty Tawny.”

She moved the tip of him against her opening. She was so very wet, and he was huge, and the stretch of him was so, so good. She let out a long, ragged moan as he began to push his way in, to slide his way deeper and deeper.

“You feel good,” he rasped.

“You do too,” she said. “Sir.”

He speared her, deep and hard, suddenly, panting. “Moon and sun, it’s too hot when you say that.”

“I can stop, sir.”

He laughed helplessly. “Don’t you dare. Even threatening that just shows what a bad girl you are.”

“You’ll just have to fuck the bad right out of me,” she gasped.

“Yes, I will,” he said. “Shove it all out, and make room for my seed.” He made a shallow thrust in her. “And get you very pregnant.”

She shivered. “Please.”

“What do you call me?” He thrust again, deeper now.

“Sir,” she moaned. “Please get me pregnant, sir.”

“Oh, I intend to,” he said, thrusting deeper, harder, his cock stretching her in delicious and delightful ways. He was so big, too big, and he was strong. He was just holding her here—true, her back was braced against the tree, but otherwise—he was holding her up and fucking her, and he had those antlers, and he’d fought that other stag off, and she was crazy turned on right now. “I intend to breed you nice and deeply and get you so, so, so fucking pregnant.” He thrust on each of his words, like an accent.

“Thank you, sir,” she groaned. “Thank you so much.”

“Are you mine, Tawny?” he said, fucking her steadily, his voice a grunt.

“I’m yours, sir,” she breathed.

“Is this pussy mine?”

“Yes, sir,” she said.

“Say it, Tawny, say it, use my name.”

“This is Athos’s pussy,” she panted against his thrusts. Each one went so deep, each one stretched her in very good ways. It felt good, so, so good.

“And these perfect, suckable tits?” he said. “Whose are they?”

“Yours, sir, my tits belong to Athos.”

“And who’s baby is it you’re going to grow in your belly?”

“Yours, sir, yours,” she cried out.

“Fuck me, I’m not going to last,” he managed. He slammed himself deep inside her, and she could feel him twitching inside her, even as he was whispering in her ear, his voice rough, “Give me a minute, though, just give me a minute.”

She shuddered there, pinned to the tree, held in place, stuffed full of his thick cock.

Until he pulled out of her and set her feet on the forest floor.

She made a noise of confusion, feeling empty, her legs shaking.

“Run,” he said darkly.

She glanced over at her clothing, scattered here and there on the fallen leaves under the canopy of the forest’s branches.

“Just run,” he said. “Now.”

She still hesitated.

“Be a good girl for once, Tawny,” he said in a low voice, “and do as I say.”

And she ran.

But not very far, because he caught her. He bent her forward at the waist and he was inside her again, thick and hard and glorious, and she cried out.

His voice at her ear, insistent. “Touch yourself, Tawny. Touch your clit while I fuck you, while I give you more of me.”

She put her fingers on herself, and she was slippery as all hell, and she knew it couldn’t be just because of her wetness, that some of it was because of him, and that sent her stratospheric, the thought of their co-mingled fluids—filthy but sexy.

She was sloppily wet, she thought, as his thick, thick cock slid in and out of her, as she was bent over and steadily fucked in the woods after she’d been caught and taken.

She moaned, fingering herself, climbing for another orgasm.

“You’ll take another load from me,” he was saying, “because that’s what you need to get bred, isn’t it?”

“Yes, sir,” she said, her voice thin and reedy and high.

“Good girl,” he said. “Take my cock, take my come, that’s exactly right.”

She was too turned on to say anything coherent. Then she came, and it was like the wind kicking up the leaves on the forest floor, a torrent of wild and rough intensity as she peaked and clenched again and again.

“You coming?” he said, his voice gruff.

“Yes, sir,” she panted.

“Good, good,” he muttered. “That’s just right.”

And then he followed her over the edge, pumping her full of more of him. “Just fill you right up,” he breathed. “What do you say?”

“Thank you, sir,” she gasped. “Thank you for coming in me.”

“Twice,” he said.

“Twice,” she said.

For several moments, all she could hear was the sound of their labored breath.

Then, she could hear the sounds of birds calling to each other in the distance, and she realized neither of them were speaking.

She let out a little, wild giggle.

He laughed too. “You okay?” he murmured, running a hand over her back.

“Mmm hmm,” she said, a little too brightly. Wow, she was incredibly embarrassed.

“I’ll, uh, I’ll…” He slowly extricated himself from her.

She pressed her legs together.

“Yeah, don’t lose that,” he said.

“Fuck you,” she said. She looked up at him, and he looked at her and they were both fucking naked—no, he had his jeans on, but they were undone and she could see his softening cock and his bare chest and then… up to his face, and he was looking at her tits.

She felt heat rush to her face. “We, um, we don’t have to… talk.”

He scratched the side of his neck. “Oh, okay, so it’s like that?”

She ducked her head down, sure that he could see she was blushing now. “I only mean that it’s easy to be, uh, free with ourselves because we don’t know each other and we don’t have to… look at each other afterwards.”

He considered this. “I guess I get that, actually. But you’re all right?” He touched her shoulder. “That was the opposite of gentle, so—”

“No, I’m fine,” she said, grinning at him. “I’m not going to break or anything. That was… I’m fine.”

There was heat that rose in his expression.

She let out a shaky breath.

He was kissing her again.

She moaned into his mouth.

He pulled her tightly into his arms. He stopped kissing her mouth, but then he kissed her above her eye, on her forehead, at the tip of her ear, her jaw, her cheekbone. And as he did this, between kisses, he gasped out strings of words. “That was… the hottest thing that ever happened to me… you’re a dream woman come to life… if you ever…”

She swallowed. “If I ever what?”

He kissed her neck. “You know my name. If you want to look me up…” He pulled away and looked into her eyes. “But you won’t, will you?”

She opened her mouth to answer, but nothing quite came out.

“Thank you, Tawny,” he said. “Thank you for letting me… damn .” He turned his back on her, heading back to the tree trunk where they’d fucked the first time. “I’m going to let you be alone and get yourself together.”

“Thanks,” she said in a soft voice.

She stayed where she was while he pulled his shirt on and buttoned up his pants.

He shot a glance back at her and then looked away. “I get you don’t like me,” he told the woods. “But, uh, I really like you.”

She opened her mouth to argue with him, but she felt his semen slipping out of her and she pressed her legs really tightly together, and then he was gone, already, somehow, traipsing off into the woods without looking back.