Page 241 of Trick or Stalk

No. I refuse to let this end.

Presley was made for me.

I just need to make her realize it.

“Hades! I’m gonna⁠—”

She doesn’t have time to finish before she’s convulsing around me, my name echoing through the trees as she comes.

I can’t hold back anymore.

I thrust inside her twice more, then on the third stroke, I shove myself deep inside her, filling the condom.

I keep her against me until our breathing slows.

“You okay?”

She nods, then lets out a breathless laugh. “Ask me again when I can feel my legs.”

I grin and kiss her forehead.

Then I notice the goosebumps covering her skin.

“Shit. You’re freezing.”

“Worth it.”

“Still freezing.”

I carefully set her on her feet, keeping an arm around her until I’m sure her legs are going to hold her.

“I'm fine.” She immediately wobbles.

I steady her. “Clearly.”

“Shut up.”

Laughing, she buries her face against my chest. And something inside me shifts.

I expected the chase to be good. I knew catching her would be better.

But this?

Presley laughing against me, completely fucking wrecked and still trusting me enough to melt into my arms?

I wasn't prepared for this.

I get us both dressed, then pull my sweatshirt over her head before she can argue. My hoodie is so big, it even covers her jacket.

“Hades, you're going to freeze.”

“I'll survive.”

She looks ridiculous in it. The sleeves swallow her hands, and the bottom hangs halfway down her thighs. Her hair is a disaster. Her cheeks are pink from the cold. She's fucking beautiful.

I reach out and pull a leaf from her hair.

Her eyes meet mine.