Page 83 of Prey

I catch her wrist on the backswing, but she’s already moving, using my grip as an anchor to drive her knee toward my solar plexus. I block with my free hand, and suddenly we’re grappling, bodies pressed together in a violent dance.

She’s learned to use her size against larger opponents. When I try to overpower her, she flows like water, redirecting my force and sending us both crashing to the forest floor in a tangle of limbs and fury.

We roll across the forest floor, fighting for position. She gets an arm around my throat, squeezing, and I have to respect the technique even as I break her hold. My cock is granite-hard, grinding against her thigh as we wrestle.

“Feel that?” I growl against her ear. “You make me so fucking hard when you fight.”

She responds by raking her nails across the cut on my rib. The pain sparks through my nervous system, mixing pleasure and pain receptors until I can barely tell the difference.

I pin her wrists above her head, using my weight to hold her down. She’s panting beneath me, chest heaving, pupils dilated with adrenaline and arousal.

“That’s my dangerous girl,” I purr, grinding my aching cock against the junction of her thighs. “Now let’s see how this pussy reacts to the fight.”

Her breathing hitches as I tear at her clothes, ripping the athletic wear like tissue paper. She’s soaked already, the scent of her arousal mingling earth and blood.

I free my cock with one hand, the head already slick with precum. “You fought for this. Made me earn it.” I position myself at her entrance, feeling her heat. “Tell me you want it.”

“Fuck you,” she gasps, but her hips lift toward me.

I slam home in one brutal thrust, burying myself to the hilt in her tight, wet heat. She cries out, back arching, and I can feel her walls flutter around my cock.

“That’s it,” I snarl, setting a punishing pace. “Take what you earned.”

I fuck her hard in the dirt, and she meets every thrust, nails clawing at my shoulders, drawing more blood. The violence and pleasure blur together until we’re just animals rutting in the wilderness.

But I need more. Need to claim every inch of her.

I pull out, ignoring her frustrated whimper, and haul her upright. She’s unsteady on her feet, drunk on endorphins and need.

“Against the rock,” I command, spinning her around.

I lift her easily, pressing her back to the granite face. Her legs wrap around my waist instinctively as I position my cock at her entrance again.

“Look at you,” I breathe, studying her flushed face in the dying light. “Filthy and desperate and perfect.”

I drive up into her, and she screams my name into the forest. The echo bounces off the rocks, a wild sound that makes my balls tighten with the need to come.

But not yet. Not until she’s broken apart for me.

I reach between us, finding her swollen clit with my thumb. She’s so sensitive that the first touch makes her almost break.

“Come for me,” I order, circling the bundle of nerves. “Show me how much you love being caught.”

Her orgasm hits like a thunderclap, her entire body tensing as she comes apart in my arms. I feel every pulse of her release around my shaft, her pussy milking me with desperate hunger.

But I’m not done with her yet.

I carry her back to the supply pack I dropped earlier, my cock still buried inside her, and retrieve the small bottle of lubricant. Her eyes widen when she sees it, understanding immediately.

“Nikolai…”

“I warned you yesterday,” I remind her, setting her down on her hands and knees. “Every time you run, I will take more of you.”

I coat my fingers with lube, circling her tight rear entrance. She tenses, but doesn’t pull away. I work one finger inside her ass slowly, feeling her muscles flutter around the intrusion. She’s incredibly tight, her body fighting the invasion even as she pushes back for more.

“Relax,” I murmur, adding more lubricant. “Let me in, beautiful.”

A second finger joins the first, stretching her carefully. Her breathing becomes ragged, caught between discomfort and pleasure.