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WRITTEN BY HEATHER BEAL

RUE

“Y ou know, if you’re going to kill me, you didn’t have to lure me out into the mountains to do it,” I huff, dragging my tired body up the narrow path. “I’m perfectly capable of dying in our warm bed.”

“Very funny,” Ghost chuckles, pulling me on behind him.

He woke me up from a perfectly good nap and told me to put on my boots. Our friends were nowhere to be found when he led me out of the house and up into the mountainside.

“Seriously, Ghost. Where are you taking me? I swear to God if you don’t tell me, I’ll turn around and march my ass right back home.” He stops abruptly in front of me, and I immediately know he’s done with my shit.

“Is that so?” His voice is lethal, and I shiver in anticipation as he slowly turns around. “I was hoping you’d give me a reason to use this again.”

He reaches into his hoodie pocket, the chain of my leash clinking as he pulls it out and holds it up. One swift strike, and his hand is around my throat, pulling me to him, and the other snaps the metal clip around the ring on my collar.

“If you want to make this really difficult for yourself, keep it up. I’ll make you crawl the rest of the way,” he growls, sending delicious tingles straight to my core. “Is that what you want? Or do you think you can behave?”

Oh, now I really want to push him. But I do not want to crawl on this rocky mountain trail, especially when I have no idea how much longer we have until we get to where he’s taking me. With every ounce of brat in me screaming to keep pushing him, I shove that shit down and soften my eyes when I look up at him. “I’ll behave, Sir.”

“That’s my good girl. Let’s go. We’re almost there,” he says, placing a chaste kiss at the corner of my mouth before releasing me. He motions for me to walk ahead of him, but I don’t get too far before my leash pulls taut and I have to slow my pace to match him.

As we round the curve of the mountain, the entire world fades away as I take in the sight before me. I’ve never seen anything like this. It looks like one of those fancy landscape paintings you see on 1000-piece puzzles. A beautiful waterfall spills from the mountainside into what looks like a natural infinity pool as steam billows from the watering hole.

“What is this place?” I can’t mask the awe in my voice as I take a tentative step toward the true oasis in front of us.

“It's a natural hot spring. Think of it like God’s version of a hot tub with a view,” Ghost whispers in my ear, settling himself behind me as he molds his body around mine. His fingers skim my waist just above my leggings, making me ache for him to slip them beneath.

“It’s breathtaking up here,” I sigh, leaning back against him and taking in the painted sunset that’s splashed across the sky. Hughes of pink and purple, the crystal blue of the spring as it weeps out of the mountain, the wildflowers bedding down for the night. “It’s perfect—so peaceful. One could forget the world fell apart six months ago when you’re standing here.”

“I wanted to give you a tiny sliver of peace in a world that would sooner rip it from your grasp. Nothing can touch us here. We’re safe now, and we can live here until we’re old and grey. I can fill your belly with our babies here without the fear of this world taking them from us.”

“I don’t need anything but you, Ghost. Only you and our family. I’ll look death in its ugly face every single day if it means I get to keep you. I only need forever, however long that may be.”

His lips trail down my neck, nipping and sucking my tender skin. “Forever and after, Death. It’s yours.”

He slides my jacket from my shoulders, letting it fall at our feet before lifting the hem of my tank top and slipping it over my head. I didn’t put on a bra after my nap, so my boobs bounce when he frees them. One of his hands comes up to caress it, his fingers rolling my peaked nipple between them.

“Let’s go for a swim, Baby Girl.”

* * *

Ghost

The view on this mountain doesn’t hold a candle to my girl as she bares herself to me. She gives her all to me, every single day. All of her body, soul, and mind. All of her imperfections. Her scars. I’ll never fully forgive myself for the hell she endured, but I can only promise to spend every day for the rest of our lives giving her everything she needs. Everything she wants. Protecting her from the horrors of this new world we’ve been thrust into.

“Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to fuck me in this pool?” She asks with her typical sass I’ve grown to love as she slips down the rocky lip of the spring.

“So impatient. I’m just appreciating the view.”

She fingers the collar at her neck before she slips her hand between her bare breasts, sliding it seductively down her body until it dips beneath the water. I don’t have to imagine what she’s doing with that hand; the way her mouth drops open slightly and her eyes darken has my cock straining and pulsing against my pants. “I guess you can watch, Sir.”

“Don’t you dare come, Death, or you’ll be crawling back to the cabin naked for all of our friends to see,” I warn with a lethally low tone. She loves pushing me until I snap, and I’m barely hanging on here. I can’t get out of these clothes fast enough. By the time I reach the rocky edge, her moans have grown louder, her head tilted to the sky in pleasure as her inky hair dips in the water.

“You b-better hurry, Sir.”

I’m in the warm water and on her in a second, spinning her around and pinning her back to my body. “Move your hand, Baby Girl. You come on my fingers or not at all.”

She brings her hands up to hold onto my arm banded across her chest as I slip my hand down beneath the surface. “Such a needy little slut, so slick and swollen for me.”

“Only for you, Sir. Please. I need to come.”

“Beg for it. I want to hear your pleas echoing through these mountains,” I demand. She likes to pretend she’s in charge, but we both know the truth. Her body is mine and mine alone to control—to command. She wants—no, needs—to be freed from her mind, and it gives me no greater pleasure than to put her in a space where she feels completely free. No decisions. No choices. No control. She craves it— because she spent so many years being the only one taking care of herself, fighting for herself. She wants to let go and just be taken care of. She honors me with the control she so freely hands to me, and she thrives beneath my touch, my words, my control.

Her moans and pleas grow louder and needier as she falls apart for me. Her body trembles and shakes, her pussy pulsing around my fingers as I push her over the edge and hold her there, not letting the orgasm release her until I’m ready.

“G-ghost!” My name rips from her throat on a long moan, her pussy gripping my fingers tightly. I can’t hold back anymore. I have to have her now. Without warning, I spin her back around to face me, lifting her weightless body and slamming her down on my cock. Sinking into her convulsing pussy is the closest thing to heaven I’ve ever felt.

“ Fuck . Your pussy was made for my cock, Death.”

I hold her steady as I back her up, the waterfall crashing into my back as I move beneath it, until she’s pinned to the stone wall.

My head falls into the crook of her neck as I ache to rut into her, but she needs time to adjust. Her pussy strangles me, pulsing and squeezing me until I can’t take it anymore. “Hold onto my shoulders,” I warn, grinding my teeth as the need to take it overwhelms me. “Remember I love you.”

Before she can respond, I pull back, slamming into her at a punishing pace. Her screams ricochet off the stone walls beneath the falls, only fueling my overwhelming desire more.

“ Fuck , Ghost! I-I’m going to…” She cries, her nails digging into my shoulders, marking me. “I can’t stop…”

“Don’t you fucking dare. You can take it, Baby Girl. I’m not done with you yet. ” I growl, tangling my hand in her hair and using it as leverage to slam her down harder, bouncing her mercilessly on my cock, over and over again.

She bites into my neck, screaming against my skin. Her body shakes violently in my arms as she does her best to stave off her orgasm, but it’s too much. Too strong. Even in the water, I feel her lose control, squirting around my cock and triggering my own release. The animalistic sounds coming from me as I shoot wave after wave of come into her probably scare the wildlife lurking around. I jerk her hair back, baring her neck to me as my teeth sink into her skin and let ecstasy wash over me.

We cling to each other until our labored breaths return to a normal cadence, and she relaxes in my arms, completely exhausted. I drag us both over the edge and onto the stone cave floor. Lying down, I pull my girl on top of me, my hand soothing down her spine as we come down from our highs.

“That was… intense—amazing,” Rue finally whispers, her breath warm against my wet skin.

“Now just imagine how much more intense it will be when I remove your birth control and keep you chained up in this cave until I’m sure my seed has taken root inside you.”

“Oh my God! That’s a little fucking creepy, caveman,” she slaps at my arm but slides it up to my neck and lifts her head and looks into my eyes with a smirk. “But it’s also weirdly hot—I’ll allow it.”

“Well, I wasn’t asking for your permission. But I’m glad you’re on board,” I chuckle.

“Asshole.”

“Yes. But I’m your asshole. And you’re kind of stuck with me.”

“Hey! This is a big mountain! Lots of places to hide if need be,” she teases, and I smack her ass for even thinking about it. “Fine. I’ll guess I’ll keep you.”

“Good choice, Death,” I say, pulling her back down to my chest.

“We better get back before they come looking for us. I’m not ready to share this place with anyone just yet. Can it be our secret place for now?”

I wasn't planning on telling anyone about this place. The amount of fucking going on in the cabin is enough; between Maverick and Mallory’s need to fuck every five minutes and Reaper and Noah trying to christen every available surface, I need a place to take my girl that’s just ours.

“Our secret place.”

The End