Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
“I’m not sure any of this is real,” he added as a joke. It sounded like a joke anyway, but perhaps I was wrong. The look in his eyes whispered of a pinch of uncertainty, and that wouldn’t do.
I wanted zero doubts.
I’d show him.
I swallowed and nodded toward the north. “You can find out. Run. We’ll level up a bit.”
Only a bit. Right?
“Yeah?” He lit up and reached out to adjust the pocket zipper on my parka. Too cute. “Whatever level you want, I’m so there.”
Good to know.
He took off once more, quickly picking up speed, and the air around us changed.
Could I keep this playful?
The clouds looked angrier in the direction he was running.
Soon, I ran after.
Kayden stumbled a few times, righting himself quickly, but it was enough for me to advance.
Christ, I could feel my resolve cracking. Playful or not? I could catch him, give him the first kiss he deserved, turn us both breathless, and then we’d go back to the ATV and return to the cabin.
That was what we should do.
“You don’t have the guts to do anything!” he panted over his shoulder.
Now he was the one pushing buttons.
Goading me into something had never worked for my previous partners. It shouldn’t work now either, dammit.
I had self-discipline after all—
“Fuck.” I almost tripped over a snow-covered rock.
I was still gaining on him, but not as easily as earlier. Maybe he hadn’t been lying. Had he held back?
“I’d make chicken noises if…if I wasn’t so out of breath!” he called.
A low sound emanated from my chest, and I narrowed my eyes.
All traces of humor and playfulness, gone.
He was approximately thirty feet ahead of me when our history disappeared and he became nothing but a target I had to claim.
Adrenaline pumped freely, my heart slammed in my rib cage, and my senses sharpened.
He’d asked me to stop holding back, and I was ready to throw caution to the wind.
Twenty feet.
I pushed myself harder, sprinting between shrubs and rocks.
Fuck everything, right? Being mindful was one thing, but for once in my fucking life, I just wanted to go for it. Not everything had to be discussed beforehand.
I blew out a harsh breath and clenched my jaw.
Ten feet.
For an intoxicating moment, I heard both of us hitting a rhythm—our thudded footfalls, our heavy breaths, the wind, and his breathless whimpers.
Almost there.
“You won’t do anything!” he panted. “You’ll just let me go! Chicken!”
If that wasn’t a plea to get fucked, I didn’t know what was.
I raced into a red haze where control got left behind and primal instincts took over. I was so close; I reached out and brushed my fingertips against his jacket, and he let out a scream and tried to push himself harder. It didn’t work. He was running on fumes and couldn’t control his breathing.
A second later, I got another fistful of his jacket, and this time, I had no plans of letting go. I pulled him forcefully to me, only to push a leg around his, and then I shoved him forward so he tripped over my leg. He went down with a cry and a thump, and I followed instantly. My hands hit the wet moss, and I straddled his ass.
My heart pounded so fast that I started seeing black spots.
“No!” he snarled, struggling fruitlessly against me.
“After begging me like a needy slut to catch you, I think you’d be disappointed if I let you go.”
He sucked in a ragged breath and stopped struggling so much. “Wh-what did you call me?”
I inhaled deeply, got a firm grasp on his wrists, and leaned over him. Thick waves of desire pulsed through me, and I pressed my cock against his ass. Then I was right there, with my lips close to his ear.
“A needy slut.”
Not even the faintest voice in the back of my head yelled at me to stop.
Kayden mewled and tried to look over his shoulder, but I didn’t let him. Instead, I planted a hand at the side of his head and pressed him down into the moss. He screwed his eyes shut, and snowflakes landed on his cheek.
He couldn’t fight me.
I scooted down to his thighs and let my free hand roam his body.
I pushed up his jacket a bit, then gripped the waistband of his snowpants, including the sweats he wore underneath, and I yanked them down.
“Oh my God,” he whimpered.
Fuck me, nobody should have such a sexy little ass. I pulled down his tight briefs too, just enough to expose his bottom, and I stared. “Christ, boy. This needs to be mine.”
He shivered violently, and goose bumps rose across his soft flesh. “Please.”
Deep breaths.
Wanting to test him, I let go of his head to see if he’d start fighting again—but fucking nothing. He just lay there. My sweet little prey.
I swallowed and scanned our surroundings quickly, seeing nothing but tundra and a fog rolling in that stayed close to the ground.