Page 80 of On the Mountain
“You have me. Always. It’s not something we have to worry about now, but we can revisit it in the future. We can have something here, just the two of us—and whoever performs the ceremony, of course. Maybe Mel and Isabelle?”
He pulled me up so I straddled him. “Mine,” Crow said, then tugged me down and kissed me.
Maybe I liked this whole marriage idea more than I thought I would.
*
Five years later
My heart raced with the speed of a cheetah and the thud, thud, thud of a stampede of elephants. My lungs were tight, struggling to pull air as I ran through the woods. I jumped over a log, then ducked behind a tree, trying to give myself a moment to settle down.
“Where are you, little lamb? I can hear you breathing. You know I’m going to find you. I always find you.”
Crow’s voice sent a shiver down my spine. He definitely always found me, and I always wanted to be found…eventually, but for this game that we loved to play, the fear of getting caught, feeling stalked, like his prey, was what we both wanted.
His feet crunched on leaves and branches, getting closer and closer. Just as Crow came around the right side of the tree, I darted left and took off running again. There was no doubt in my mind that Crow could catch me, but he wouldn’t, not until we were both ready for it.
I stumbled down a small hill, nearly losing my balance, but I managed to stay on my feet. I wasn’t as good as Crow, of course, but I’d learned to know our mountain fairly well myself. Knew the exact path I needed to take to get to the spot where we’d agreed Crow would take me.
I climbed over a large rock, then looked behind me, a quick glance over my shoulder. With his hair hanging in loose strands around his face, Crow looked more feral than he had any right to.
I ran beneath the tree stand we sometimes used, then down another small hill.
“I’m going to catch you,” Crow called out, even closer now, because yes, he was about to catch me. We were almost at the trees where—
Arms wrapped around my waist, Crow pulling me tight against his body. “You’re mine,” he said, voice low and gravelly, mouth close to my ear.
“Yours,” I confirmed. “Please.”
Crow didn’t let go of me as he started to work my shorts open with one hand. We were prepared, my hole already stretched and lubed. He bent me over, my hands braced on one of the trees.
“You can run, but I’ll always catch you, always claim you and remind you who you belong to.”
“Please, baby,” I said again, not pretending I wanted anything other than what I did.
Crow ripped his own pants open, shoved them down, then shoved into me with one smooth thrust of his hips. My body molded around him. It was tight, and I felt stretched and full, but it was just the way I liked it, our bodies exactly what the other needed.
Crow pulled back, then snapped his hips forward again, cock rubbing against my prostate. My dick was already throbbing, balls full. I wouldn’t last long, neither of us would, but this kind of sex wasn’t about drawing it out—it was about just the two of us, torn down to nothing but our most basic need for each other.
Crow fucked me hard and deep, his groin smacking against my ass. A squirrel ran away from us, birds rushing from the trees, the two of us chasing them away.
“I’m going to fill you with my cum, make you smell like me all day, going to mark you all up so everyone knows you’re mine.”
He threaded our fingers together on the tree, the silver rings we wore shining. We’d gone back and forth for years, trying to decide if we wanted to get married or not. Eventually we’d decided we would, if for no other reason than to make sure we had every legal right to each other as we could have—if one of us got sick, the other wanted to be able to be there. While I had nothing to give, Crow decided it would be easier if the property belonged to both of us, in case anything happened to him.
We had married on the mountain, with only Melody, Isabelle, and Officer Paulson as our witnesses. It was one of the best days of my life.
“Do you want that? Want me to fill you with my cum? Want to feel it running down your legs all day?”
“Yes, God yes.” Crow’s dirty-talk game was improving, and I, for one, couldn’t be more excited about it.
“Ask me.”
“Please come inside me.”
“You only get my cum when I get yours.” Crow spit in his free hand, wrapped it around my cock, and began to stroke. He jerked me off while thrusting fast and hard inside me.
Suddenly Crow pulled out and flipped me, turning me so my ass was against the tree. He lifted me, I opened my legs, and he shoved again.