Page 63 of Kiss of Embers
“Gods,” I gasped, my heart pounding. More moisture flooded me, and my face burned as the wet smacking sound of my arousal joined my labored breaths. My bare toes dug into the dirt. My hair swayed against my back, strands sticking to my sweaty skin.
Struan grunted, grinding his dick up and down my pussy. My nipples dragged over his chest. My calf ached from balancing on one foot, but the discomfort barely registered. Not when everythrust of Struan’s hips sent a thick, frazzled wave of pleasure coursing through me.
“I need to fuck you,” he said, fire flaring in his eyes. He moved in a blur, releasing my leg and then hooking a foot around my ankle. Before I knew what was happening, I was flat on my back, my thighs spread wide and six and a half feet of aroused dragon between my legs. His cock prodded my opening.
“D-Don’t!” I cried, slapping a hand against his chest.
Struan froze, his eyes blazing. He braced himself over me, one meaty forearm on either side of my head. “Don’t?”
Heart knocking, I dragged in a breath. “We shouldn’t. Not here. Not without Finn.”
“Finn.”
I’d never been more vulnerable. But I nodded. “He’s waiting for us.”
He held my stare, his gaze flickering between anger and desire. The tip of his cock rested against my opening, his heat searing my pussy. Slowly, he leaned down until his lips hovered just above mine. The tip of his dick slipped ever so slightly inside me, and we both moaned. “You’re right, lass. We should hurry back to Finn.”
My heart skipped a beat. His words were reasonable, but his tone held an unmistakable note of warning.
Dangerous, the little voice whispered. And, inexplicably, my pussy clenched.
Struan sucked in a breath. He reared back, then seized my hips with rough hands and flipped me onto my stomach. Just as I drew breath to scream, he slapped me hard on the ass.
I scrambled to my feet, but he caught me around the waist. He hauled me against him, my back to his chest, and cupped a big hand over my pussy.
“Fuck,” I whimpered, squirming against him. My breasts tingled, my nipples pink and stiff. My clit throbbed. Struan’serection nestled between my stinging ass cheeks. Trapped, I rested my head against his shoulder, my bleary gaze fastened on the jungle in front of me.
Struan slipped his middle finger between my folds, the callus on his fingertip grazing my swollen clit. His breath ghosted over my ear as he put his lips to my temple.
“Do you know what they say about running from dragons, Zara?”
Arousal trickled from me. The scent of my need soaked the air. “No,” I said, the denial emerging as a sob.
He traced a slow, featherlight circle around my clit, slicking me with my own juices. “They say not to, love. Because weliketo chase things.” Another agonizingly slow circle. “And we always catch our prey.”
I whimpered, shamelessly thrusting against his hand. Hunting for his finger and the promise of release.
His breath ruffled my hair as he spoke against my neck. “But you never know, Zara love. You’re awfully fast. Maybe you’ll reach Finn before I catch you. Then again, maybe not.” He shoved me away from him, and acracksplit the air as he delivered another merciless blow to my ass.
“RUN,” he roared.
With a strangled cry, I sprinted forward. I didn’t dare look back, I just plunged into the foliage with one goal pounding through my head.Get to Finn. Get to Finn.
Another roar went up behind me, followed by crashing leaves. Struan pursued me on foot.
And, suddenly, the rules of the game slid into place like puzzle pieces. He wouldn’t shift. That would have robbed us both of the chase.
My lungs burned. But so did lust. It pumped through my veins in a rush of adrenaline, making me hyperaware of my body. The bounce of my breasts. The lurid pink of my nipples.The jiggle in my ass. Every press of my bare feet against the soil was a damp caress. Every footfall opened my pussy wider…wider, until I lengthened my stride just to feel the kiss of hot, muggy air against my clit.
I ran, part of me anticipating a strong hand clawing me to the ground. Forbidden images flashed in my mind, scenes of Struan flinging me to the dirt and pumping between my thighs making me shiver even as sweat poured down my sides.
The crashing at my back grew louder. Struan’s ragged breaths sounded just behind me. I cried out, pushing myself faster. Light shone ahead, the soft glow piercing the darkness.
With the last of my energy, I hurdled a narrow stream, not quite clearing the water. My heel landed in muck, splattering mud to my waist. Panting, I wrenched my foot free and took off just as Struan splashed down behind me.
The light beckoned. I raced toward it, recognizing the awning of Finn and Struan’s tent. The flaps were open, and I sprinted for them, not slowing until I stumbled through the entrance and into Finn’s arms.
“Zara!” he exclaimed, catching me against him just as Struan bolted through the flaps. He filled the opening, his skin shiny with sweat and his chest heaving. Mud dotted his legs. His cock strained from his hips, the tip almost purple with blood.