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I yelped and rolled over, scurrying away from him on all fours. The heel of my shoe clipped him on the chin. His teeth clattered audibly, and he made a sound between a growl and whimper as I fled toward safer ground and as far away from him as possible.
I dipped between a few trees and over a hill. When I finally got a visual of my route out of the forest, my leg was pulled from under me.
I screamed as I was dragged back by that velvety, clawed hand. My shirt caught on the ground, riding up my back and exposing my skin to the damp earth. Twigs and pine needles caught in my braids as Cole pulled me underneath him again, his other hand grasping my jaw.
His grasp on my face was gentle, though I was sure he had the strength to crush my skull if he was so inclined. Instead, his clawed, lithe finger slid into my hair, brushing carefully against my scalp—a movement that was equal parts caress and threat.
Be good, that touch seemed to say, and I’ll have no reason to use these.
I shivered as the dragging stopped. Once again, I couldn’t tell if it was because I was cold, scared, or excited. Likely all three.
Cole released my leg and caught the fabric of my wet shirt with one of his nails, tearing into it as if it was made of tissue paper. I reached for his hand, gripping it tightly and trying to pry it off me. He leaned closer to me, his face only inches from mine, and let out a vicious snarl, not taking kindly to being interrupted. I struggled against him, anyway, and my reward for this behavior was a far rougher experience. Instead of the gentle approach he’d been taking thus far, Cole dug into the fabric, jostling and fighting with it until it was torn to shreds and I lay before him in only my bra. With another quick rip, Cole tore that off my body as well.
The cold air bit at the skin of my breasts, making my nipples feel raw and sore as they peaked and hardened. His hand drew a line down my body as his grip on my face tightened, keeping me in place.
My chest rose and fell with frantic, desperate need. Even though I’d lost, I couldn’t find the room in my mind to be disappointed. Every thought in my head followed the path of that velvety hand—a sharp contrast to the stinging drags of the three sharp nails that remained after he’d bitten off the other two.
I hadn’t given much thought to the action earlier. There had been something unnerving about it, but I’d so quickly gone into fight-or-flight mode that I hadn’t really analyzed it. It was only when that hand smoothed over the mound of my pelvis and between my thighs that I realized why he had done it.
He punctured the spandex of my leggings right over my opening, just enough to barely brush against the hot, wet skin there. Then, just as he’d done with my shirt, he dragged that nail upward toward my belly button, the tight fabric popping open, my lace underwear giving in even quicker than the spandex.
He didn’t even bother to rip the rest of my pants off before he slid the two blunt fingers deep into me, his golden eyes focused entirely on the object of his appetite. I let out a startled cry as he stroked so deeply that his fingertips brushed against my cervix.
Cole’s golden eyes flicked from his fingers to meet my eyes. His slack mouth pulled into a smirk as his eyelids drooped, his expression darkening with desire. His fingers brushed every surface and nerve ending inside me as he watched me fall apart.
He brushed his thumb over my cheek in a gentle caress. I tilted my head into the soft warmth of his hand, craving tenderness to go along with the unstoppable drive within him to have exactly what he wanted, exactly when he wanted it.
“Good,” he said, though it sounded more like a rumble in his chest than spoken language. I smiled up at him as he caressed my face, my hair, between my thighs.
He leaned down and so, so carefully nipped at one of my breasts, enough to smart but not actually hurt me. I jolted, the sensation shooting through my body from head to toe. He let out a frustrated grunt and moved the hand on my face to my chest, placing weight there so I couldn’t wriggle. The weight was oddly comforting, even a little enticing.
Cole returned his attention to my breasts. He caught my nipple between those sharp teeth of his, using his tongue as counterpressure. The mixture of pleasure and pain was so overwhelming that my hips bucked.
He snarled, annoyed with my disobedience. He pressed his large palm down on my pelvis and changed his gentle, coaxing strokes to sharp thrusts of his fingers—the only real motion he could do with his hand at this new angle.
He was pressing against the very end of me, each thrust bringing me closer to climax. All I could do was lie there, completely at his mercy. I couldn’t writhe, couldn’t arch. Could only wait for the tidal wave to crash into me with full force.
He pulled his fingers out of me and parted them in front of him, watching my juices spread like spiderwebs between his claws while he lapped his tongue over my neglected nipple.
I was on the brink of falling apart. My body was so sensitive, and I was still coming down from my orgasm as he continued to play with me. Cole kept his hand on my chest, pinning me down. Abruptly, he grabbed me by the hips and lifted me.
He jerked me, spinning me slightly so that he was between my legs again, my bare back and hair catching in the dirt. With no effort at all, he picked me right up off the ground, hooking my legs over his broad shoulders before sliding a hand up to support my back.
“Cole, you’re going to drop me,” I said, balling my hands into his long, soft hair.
He didn’t respond, only used his sharp teeth to tear at what remained of my leggings. The air was cold against me, brushing against the wetness and heat. I shivered in his precarious grip, my toes curling.
“C-Cole?” I said.
He let out a snarl, but begrudgingly put his other hand on my back before standing to his full height and striding until my back was pressed against the trunk of a nearby tree. When he was satisfied that I was well-supported, he placed both hands where my hips met my outer thighs and spread me open.
I parted for him and watched as he looked at me like he was seeing me for the first time. He idly licked his lips, and I gasped. His tongue was slightly longer than usual.
I didn’t have time to wonder what it would feel like before he helped himself to me.
I felt the slick stroke of his tongue from the base of me to the very tip of my clit once, twice, then the insistent push of his tongue past the threshold of my opening. My toes curled and my legs stiffened as I melted against him. He exhaled roughly through his nose as his tongue worked on me.
So soon after the first orgasm, it was an exquisite torture. My clit was so swollen, it was throbbing painfully. I tugged at his hair, trying to get away from his tongue. But no matter how much I tried to pry him off, he only pulled me closer against him, burying his nose in my slick folds.
