Page 29 of Red Fire

What does that mean? I feel his cock harden and lengthen between us.

“You need to calm down and to stop running. He’s still high on bloodlust. He likes your scent. I like your scent, Octavia.” He dips his face to my hair and sniffs. Then he groans softly. “I won’t hurt you; I swear. Just don’t run, please. I’m sorry. I…I’m so sorry.”

Creed lets me go, and I turn. His eyes are blazing. His jaw is tight. There are deep frown lines on his forehead. He looks angry. His muscles are bunched, his abs ripped. His cock is fully erect and jutting from his body. It’s long and thick. The head is shiny. I look away from him a moment before meeting his gaze. It’s intense.

I can’t seem to catch my breath. My chest is heaving. I should be completely disgusted or afraid or…something, but not this. Please, not this!

His nose twitches as he sniffs, making a soft, groaning noise. “You need to stop that and right now.”

“I’m not running,” I say in a tiny voice. “I have stopped.”

“Maybe you should be running, little human.” His eyes narrow in on mine and darken. “You’re aroused. You’re looking at me…again.” His muscles bunch as he clenches his fists at his sides. “I told you not to look at me like that. I thought you were afraid, repulsed by me.”

“I’m afraid, but I’m not repulsed. It’s…it’s still you. I mean, you are still you, right?” I say in a soft voice, even though I should be repulsed. He isn’t even human. His muscles look bigger. He’s taller, stronger. The blood on his skin should make me feel ill, but it doesn’t. He fought for me. Rescued me. Save me.

My bra feels too tight. My breasts strain against the material. I feel a rush of heat between my legs and a zing of abstract need that consumes me.

I need therapy. I seem to move between panic and arousal within a heartbeat of each other, and it isn’t the first time since landing on this island and meeting Creed. It must be the adrenaline that keeps flooding my system. All of these near-death experiences are doing something to me.

Creed’s eyes darken. “We need to control our bodies better.”

I frown. “What does that mean?”

“Your body is telling me that you want to be fucked, and my body is telling me to do it, and right now. It’s taking every ounce of willpower to hold back…not to listen.” His voice is strained. It should scare me, but it doesn’t. It has the opposite effect, which annoys me.

“My body isnottelling you to…to...do that,” I finally settle on in a clipped tone. “It just isn’t,” I lie through my teeth. My whole body is on fire. I’m ignoring it.

He chuckles softly. “Oh yes, it is.” He rubs the tip of his thumb over one of my tight nubs. It’s the barest of touches but has me biting back a groan of pure need. “Your nipples are hard and begging to be sucked.” His eyes dip down to the junction of my thighs. “Your pussy is wet and ready to be fucked…hard.”

His words are crass. He’s so rude. I should slap him, but I can’t. My arousal goes up a notch or two. My face feels hot. My whole body is burning. My nipple is throbbing. The one he touched. I feel the pulsing between my legs in time with my heartbeat, which is fast. So fast.

“It doesn’t matter,” I whisper. “We can’t have sex.”

I expect him to argue, but he doesn’t. He shakes his head. “No, we can’t. We need to go, and right now.”

Only neither of us makes a move to leave. We just stare at one another, his eyes darkening even further with desire. I know thathe reads something similar in mine. My whole body feels hot. I can’t catch my breath. I can’t… I’m not sure who moves first, but I’m in his arms in the next moment. My feet leave the ground as his strong arms wrap around me. We kiss. It’s frenzied. Our tongues duel, my hands are all over him. His arms, his back, his chest. I rub myself up against him like a cat in heat, making soft, desperate mewling sounds.

Half a minute later, Creed puts me down, turning me around. Then I’m on all fours, and my jeans are being peeled down to my knees, where they bunch. I widen my thighs as much as I can with my clothes still half on. I feel his heat behind me.

This is insane.

We shouldn’t be doing this.

I want it.

I want him.

I’m vibrating with need. Something wet dribbles down my inner thigh as Creed puts a hand on my belly, pulling me against him. His member is at my opening. I feel him there, hard, thick, and throbbing.

Yes!

I need this.

“You need to be quiet,” he whispers as he crouches over me.

I make a noise of both agreement and desperation. I’ve never felt this needy. Perhaps it’s the danger. Being so close to death. Even right now. This is a risk. One we shouldn’t be taking. I should shove him away. I should be appalled. I’m anything but.

Creed thrusts into me in one hard move, his hips hitting my ass as he bottoms out.