Chased (Savage Men 3)

So I bury myself deep inside her and growl, “Come.”

Her moans fill me with hunger, and as she comes, so do I.

My seed jets out onto her tongue, and she swallows it all down. I don’t even have to tell her … she’s that greedy for more.

When I pull out, I’m still hard, still turned on. I grab her arms and pull her up from the floor, smashing my lips on hers. I need to taste her and have every inch of her.

My hand instinctively finds its way to her sweet spot, sliding my fingers down her slit until she mewls in my mouth. Her nub is still swollen, still responding to my touch. I’m not the only one hungry for more.

I lift her up again, her legs clinging to my back as I push her against the wall and lower her onto my dick. We fuck, hard and fast, like animals in heat. Not even when I turn down the warmth of the shower can the water cool us down.

I cover her mouth with mine, sucking up her moans as I thrust deep inside her. I want to take from her until nothing’s left but a panting mess. And when our mouths unlatch, I can’t help myself from sinking my teeth into her shoulder until she cries out a mixture of pain and relief.

And I suck up the blood and lick her skin until she’s moaning again, and all the bunched-up frustration comes pouring out. We meld together in one feverish pool of lust, clinging to each other, desperately trying to get closer.

Her breathing is ragged, and her skin is red as I whisper into her ear, “Come for me. I want to feel you.”

Her pussy contracts around me, and she moans out loud from the orgasm.

Her muscles are milking me to the point where my balls tighten, and I explode. Roaring out loud, I come deep inside her, filling her up to the brim.

When we’re both finally sated, I let her down again and hug her tight as we finish our shower together. When we’re both dry, I take her to my room and lay down with her on the bed, wrapping my arm tightly around her.

“Hmm …”

“What is it?” I ask, taking in the scent of her hair.

“You’ve never brought me to your room before,” she says, smiling.

“I take it you like my bed then?”

“It’s very soft … and comfy … and warm,” she murmurs, turning around in my arms so she can snuggle into my chest. “I like it when you stop putting up barriers.”

“Hmm …” Now it’s my turn not to know what to say.

I admit, I have been putting up wall after wall just to keep her from getting more upset. But part of that was because of my own selfishness. My own inability to truly let her experience freedom is what makes her life so hard right now. And I feel guilty for putting all that on her. For making her stay.

Does she even want to? Especially after knowing what kind of a monster I really am?

“Can I ask you something?” she suddenly murmurs.

“Anything.”

“Who were those men in the woods? The ones you killed?”

I swallow and take a deep breath. “Graham’s men.”

She places a hand on my chest. “What were they doing there?”

“I went to Graham. I intended to kill him but failed.”

“So they came after you,” she says in a single breath.

I nod. “And most likely you too. Probably wanted you back in his claws.” My blood already begins to boil from the mere thought of him putting her back in the cage.

“But I’m with you now. I’m safe,” she mumbles, burying her face against me.

A glow spreads throughout my body, instantly replacing the building rage. I don’t know why she makes me feel the way I do, but I honestly want nothing more than to protect her.

“Thank you,” she says after a while.

“For what?”

I haven’t done anything good.

“For telling the truth,” she says.

“Oh.”

“And for trying to kill Graham,” she adds. “Did you go there because of me?”

I lick my lips and smile. “Yes. I wanted him to suffer for the pain he caused.” But I also wanted to know the facts. Something I can’t tell her because it’ll definitely kill her.

And as she turns around in my arms and curls back, I can’t help but stare at the walls ahead, wondering when … if I’m ever going to be courageous enough to tell her why I had to talk to him.

I don’t want to lose her.

But I fear I definitely will.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Accompanying Song: “For What It’s Worth” by Malia J & Think Up Anger

Chase

A few weeks later

I wake up to the sound of my phone buzzing. At first, it doesn’t even register. All I can do is smile and take a whiff of Syrena’s scent again, relishing in the fact that she’s mine … that she’s still here … and that she isn’t afraid, despite all the things she experienced.