Page 59 of Upon Buried Embers (Upon Buried Embers #1)

Elf

I place Sparks into his little makeshift bed near the fire, making sure the stone that me and Rohan collected is in place.

Nerves run through me, but also the thrumming of excitement, the flutter in my stomach, and the wetness between my legs.

I barely recognize myself right now, but I like this version of me.

I like the want, the anticipation. These are all feelings I want to grasp and hold on to.

Looking at the tent flap, I go over to the table and take the drink there. Rohan said it’s to prevent pregnancy, and I gulp it down in one go.

I’ll still fuck you like I want you to be.

I shiver, heat pooling. I touch my forehead, my body on fire, then with one last glance at Sparks, I leave the tent, waiting for Rohan like he asked.

Moans crescendo in the distance, followed by roars and a sense of victory. The tension in the air is so thick, heady. It makes me clamp my thighs together to ease the ache as I wait for Rohan to appear, and it isn’t for long.

Rohan stands about twenty steps away, head tilted, arms relaxed at his side, but he’s anything but.

I can see it in his eyes, the need, the want, the craving, because I feel it too.

We watch each other, prolonging the inevitable.

I never knew I could feel so much intense pleasure, and I want it all.

“Ro—”

“Quiet.” The command is like a whip, and my mouth closes automatically.

“You’re good at taking instructions, aren’t you?

” I nod, my breath hitching as the deep gravel of his voice flows over me.

“Yes, you know you are, Little Whisperer. Here’s what I want you to do.

” He reaches down and unhooks the mask at his hip, letting it dangle from a single finger.

“I’m going to put this on, and we’re going to discover just what else you like, hmm? ”

My chest rises and falls heavily as I watch him place the mask upon his face, and I lick my lips when he tilts his head. The mask covers half of his face, and it makes him seem more powerful, more scary with the moon highlighting his form.

“You know the woods behind us?”

“Yes.”

“Hush, just nod.” I nod. “You’re going to go in there, and you’re going to try and hide from me, understand? And know that when I do find you, because it will be when not if , I won’t be gentle. There’ll be no holding back, not even a little like the other night. I can’t tonight.”

I look back at the woods just behind our tent and curl my fingers into fists.

“Do you understand?”

I nod.

“Do you want that?”

I nod.

“Good.” His smirk is predatory. “Then, what are you waiting for?”

I still as he takes a powerful step toward me, full of dominance and authority.

“Run.”

I spin, running past the tent and into the woods, feeling the predator watching me.

With not much light to show the way, it heightens my fear, a rush flowing through my limbs as I run past trees, checking behind me to see where he is, but finding no one.

Then I hear him, the dark laugh, and goosebumps rise over my body, my breath catching as I search for a hiding spot. But there’s none.

Another laugh, and I spin around, squinting in the darkness.

A noise to my left, and I turn toward it. Nothing.

“Oh, you have to run faster than that.”

A squeak escapes me, and I run again, faster this time, feeling like fire is nipping at my heels as it also burns within me.

Seeing a larger tree ahead, a branch low enough, I aim for it, then pause at the sound of a twig snapping.

Slowly. So very slowly, I turn, heart hammering in my chest, breathing loud even to my own ears. There he is, standing between two trees, watching me.

Waiting.

I take a step back, and he moves forward, stalking his prey.

Stalking me.

His body is tense, biceps bulging and his strong legs take another step toward me. I retreat, and I can tell he likes that when he moves faster. I back up even more, that fear ever present, I don’t know where I’m going until my back hits something, a tree.

I look up, a shiver going down my spine. I reach for a branch just there, but I gasp when hands land just above me, trapping me against his body. I look through the holes in his mask.

It’s dark, the only light is the moon shining down but his eyes have that purple glow, his chest heaving.

Mine mirrors it, fear and arousal spurring through me and it burns.

He leans down, mouth at my cheek, breath ghosting over my ear.

“I caught you, Little Whisperer. You’re trapped and about to be claimed out here, where no one can stop me.

Do you think you can be saved from me? It’s too late for that. ”

I whimper, my fingers digging into the bark at my back. “What will you do?” I breathe out, my body confused with how I’m scared but want more.

He releases a deep chuckle, his hands sliding down either side of me until they come to my waist, then spin me around to face the tree.

“I want everything,” he snarls, lifting my dress and running a hand over the curve of my ass. “I want to be inside you in every way, I want my mark upon your skin, I want you to only ever think of me like I only ever think of you. Want me like I want you. Fucking need me like I need you.”

I gasp when his hand moves between my thighs, groaning as he parts me and runs a finger through the wetness there.

“You have no fucking idea what you do to me. What you’ve done to me,” he snarls, almost angrily as he drops to his knees. “You captured a Dragonbond, and now we’ll both pay for it while we burn.”

He smacks my ass, and then eats me alive.

“G-Gods,” I stutter, pleasure washing over me as I feel his tongue against me, and I squirm. It feels good. It feels very good. “Rohan.”

I try to pull away, and he growls, “No, you stand there, understand?”

“Y-yes.” Rohan groans into me, pulling my hips back to get better access.

“Lift your leg up.” I do, and he wraps a hand around my thigh, pushing it up until it’s bent between me and the tree.

“Fuck,” he groans as I moan, scrambling for purchase.

“I want your taste on me at all times. I want to eat your little pussy for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Fuck, I want to eat it as a snack. You will let me have it won’t you? ”

I moan.

He bites my ass. “Answer me. I can have it, can’t I? Anytime, anywhere?”

“Y-you can have it,” I gasp out, my head dizzy with the pleasure soaring inside of me. It’s too much and too quick.

“Anytime. Only me.”

“Y-yes,” I push back into him tentatively, but when he groans, I do it with more confidence.

I don’t recognize this version of myself, but it’s so freeing to be like this with him in the night, burning a black flame in the darkness.

I want more.

“Rohan… please.”

“So polite, always so fucking polite even as you drip on my tongue.” He shoves two fingers into me, and I scream, reaching back for him.

“No. Hands in front of you or I stop.”

My hands hit the tree instantly, and he groans in approval.

“Good, little Elf,” he rasps, thrusting his fingers in and out of me, alternating between that and his mouth.

“Look how good you are for me. Look how well you take orders.” He curls his fingers and hits something inside of me and my legs nearly give out.

“That is your reward, your prize , just like you’re mine. ”

He stands abruptly on a growl, and then he’s slamming into me.

I scream, clawing at the tree and he bites into my neck, his hands grabbing me everywhere. My hair, my breasts, my thighs, my pussy. I feel him everywhere, sense him everywhere and I can do nothing but hold on as he fucks me against the tree.

“Gods, what you do to me,” he bites out, never once slowing his pace and I’m lost to it. Lost to him as he sucks at my neck, grunting and growling, his powerful body thrusting into me.

He hasn’t taken me this way, and I want more. The brutality of it, so primal, so raw like I’m not small and vulnerable, but someone who can take him. All of him and what he has to offer.

His head is beside mine, and I see the mask, see the bones there, and knowing I can’t see him properly heightens my pleasure, the fear of the unknown. When he brings his fingers to my clit, rubbing in circles, that pleasure bubbles over and I’m tightening around him and coming.

He lets out a satisfied groan, coaxing me through it. “Fuck, yes, that’s it.” He doesn’t stop, he keeps giving me everything while I ride it out.

I rest my head against the tree, breathing heavily as sweat beads at the back of my neck. Rohan pauses his thrusts, but he doesn’t give me long.

“You’re not done yet.”

Before I know it, his hand is in my hair, spinning me around, lowering us to the floor. I’m hovering over his cock in the next moment, both of his hands now on my waist.

“Fuck,” Rohan hisses as soon as he lowers me onto him, and I lean on his chest, my hair falling on either side of me. He looks down between us. “Let me see. Fuck, let me see. Right now.”

With a shaky hand, I lift my dress up, showing him where we are joined and he thrusts up like he can’t help himself, causing me to gasp at how full I feel.

“Look at you, Little Whisperer, look at you taking all of me.” I do, my nails digging into him.

“I took all of you,” I breathe.

“Yes, you fucking did,” he says huskily. “Now, ride me.”

I rock forward tentatively, causing him to throw his head back, the mask slipping off from the way he pushed it up, and the grip he has on my hips is borderline painful.

“Keep going,” he rasps, his dark eyes meeting mine.

“Faster, that’s it.” I lift up a little, trying to get a rhythm.

“Just. Like. Fuck. Just like that.” His hips snap up, and I groan, my eyes fluttering closed as he hits something new inside of me.

“You’re going to drain me,” he grits out, picking up speed.

“You’re going to take all of me.” Thrust .

“And drain everything I have.” Thrust . “The only thing you have ever had.”

I bounce on him, Rohan thrusting up as I go down. Our moans and groans echo around us, and the sound of skin slapping together is obscene, filthy, and I love it.

I love it so much I want it again and again.

I want to feel alive, I want to feel pleasure, I want to feel him.

“Rohan,” I manage to whimper, my hands clawing at him and he grits his teeth, tendons showing in his neck as he throws his head back, losing control.

“I will keep you forever, no one is taking you from me.” I gasp, my stomach tightening, an inferno ready to ignite. “No one, Little Whisperer. No.” Thrust . “One.”

I lean forward, unable to hold myself up anymore as he hammers into me, and another orgasm rocks through me as I moan into his neck. His hips thrust up, once, twice. On the third time he stills, hand on the back of my head, holding me there as his release pours into me.

“Fuck.” He moves a hand between my legs to feel where he is before he moves up to my clit, and I jolt at how sensitive I am. “You take me so well.”

I hum in response, unable to form words and he chuckles, gripping my hair and pulling me from his neck.

My dazed eyes meet his, and he brings his lips to mine, the kiss possessive and dominant. I wiggle, tightening around his length when he tries to move me off of him.

“Not ready to let me go?” he murmurs, placing my face back in his neck as he rocks me gently over him.

I whimper. “I-I don’t know why I’m so greedy.”

“Greedy?” He hisses, moving me faster and I hear our mixed releases, my cheeks heating. “There is nothing greedy about you,” he groans. “You want my cock to stay in you? Then it will.”

“But why do I want it there all the time?” I sit up, looking down at him, confused but enjoying the feel of him inside me.

“Because you finally met me. Now be a good girl and keep going until we discover how many more times you can come again.”

I bite my lip, and before I know it, I’m placing the mask back on his face. “Yes, Dragonbond.”