This is both. It is so insanely arousing that Luca could easily become addicted.
He has kept his shoes on, even though he looks ridiculous, because he can’t risk damage to his feet or being caught too soon. He does not want to ruin this weekend because he got caught crying over a splinter or anembedded rock. The footwear makes him faster, even if it doesn’t make him more coordinated, and he is suddenly reminded that he has always been more Baby Spice than Sporty as he stumbles over a fallen tree.
Managing to keep his feet, he spots a narrow stream ahead. He could vault it, but he gets in and wades upstream instead, to make it a little bit harder for Gideon to track him. Ice-cold even in the heat of Tennessee summer, it helps Luca keep focused on making sure this run is everything his soulmate has ever dreamed.
Gideon never takes the easy road, no matter that he’d tell you differently. No, Gideon Carnell loves a challenge and is the living embodiment of the idiomAnything worth having is worth working for.
So Luca is going to make him work for it.
Earlier this week, while Gideon had been packing toys and secrets into his cardboard box, Luca had been watching YouTube videos on tracking and wilderness survival.
He’d needed help figuring it out because, despite popular opinion—and sometimes evidence to the contrary—Luca is not really stupid by nature. It’s just that Gideon, being Gideon, sometimes makes him stupid, because Gideon is stupid hot.
That’s where that saying comes from, Luca is sure.
He climbs up the bank of the stream after fifty feet and digs mud out from the bottom of the stream bed. It smells of wet moss and water, so he adds some fallen pine needles, too (oooh, they smell just like Jay!), and rubs the whole mess on his neck and behind his knees, to hide his aroused mocha.
Mud clings to his skin as he grabs a broken branch and tosses fallen leaves over the bank where he climbed out. The gamble of hiding his scent works too well, because now he can’t smell Gideon at all.
Ah, well, Luca wants to be caught.Eventually.
But not yet; he’s having too much fun to let it be over yet.
He lets an involuntary laugh ring out as he takes off again at a forty-five-degree angle away from his original trajectory, his steps quick and light. He climbs two large boulders in a row and jumps down on the other side.
Dodging tree branches, he humsStayin’ Aliveby the Bee Gees, nearly taking a branch to the dick when he stops to dance at his favorite part. Thankful for the cage, it acts like a little set of dick-armor (bet no one thought about that use. Maybe he’ll write the company a thank-you note and leave a five-star review).
Figuring that was a close call, he veers toward a rocky outcropping where he leaps over another big rock, slips on its chipped-off rock-babies, before finally rolling into an awkward upright landing like a gymnast with his arms up high.
“I’m okay!” He giggles at the near miss, the excess adrenaline needing an outlet, or he might burst.
Quickly slapping a hand over his mouth, he freezes. There’s not a sound in the tiny clearing, not even birdsong. It’s like they know there’s a big, bad wolf stalking his prey under the hot summer sun.
“Which way to go?” he whispers, much quieter now, creeping toward a larger clearing just visible through the trees. It’s the only way forward, given the high rocks off to either side, but once he breaks the treeline, there won’t be any cover for a hundred yards.
His prey response kicks into overdrive, adrenaline surging as he realizes time is ticking. With his heart racing, he breaks into a hard run like the panicked woodland creature the others sometimes jokingly call him.
The sun is high overhead, creating short shadows in the scrubby grass. Winded, Luca realizes it’s not his pulse thundering in his ears, but Gideon’s footsteps pounding behind him, and he is moving fast.
Luca will be proud of himself later because healmostmakes it to the other end of the clearing before Gideon takes him to the ground. The momentum forces him across the rough ground on his hands and knees. Instinctively, Luca struggles, kicking out with his leg and connecting hard with his alpha’s thigh, causing Gideon to give a very satisfying grunt of pain.
Scrabbling in the dirt, he manages to get three feet away before Gideon has him by the ankle and drags him back.
“Mine,” Gideon growls, pushing him flat on hisbelly.
Lying heavily over his back, rock-hard cock pressed against the back of Luca’s thigh, Gideon sinks his teeth into his mating bite on the side of Luca’s neck.
Luca moans, head dropping forward to hang limply from his neck, as remembered pleasure shoots down his arms and straight to his semi-hard cock.
Gideon shifts his hips just enough to drag the plug free, tossing it aside into the dirt with a dull thud. A hand replaces Gideon’s teeth on the back of Luca’s neck, as he pulls Luca’s hips up so he’s propped on his knees.
Thighs trembling, Luca arches his back into a deep curve, popping his ass up.
Not wasting one more second, he pulls Luca’s cheeks apart, plunging his tongue deep past his rim, nipping and biting around Luca’s hole.
The sharp stings from Gideon’s fangs only take Luca higher, his tiny dick-armor pinching even more as it tries to get hard, but can’t. The denied pleasure is so intense, he wonders if he could come like this, mewling and whining.
But that’s not what he wants. He wants to come with his alpha fucking him hard and there is one sure-fire way to get his mate to take him hard and fast. Wiggling his ass, Luca begins squeaking and forcing out high-pitched moans in the hope that he’ll incite his captor to give him what he needs.
