I wasn’t going at full pelt, wanting her to feel the mix of fear and adrenaline that came with the hunt. The closer I got, the more I could hear her heavy breathing and her feet pounding against the wet undergrowth. She could hear me too. Scarlett kept looking back to see if I was there. And when she spied me, she tried to run faster but was hampered by the weather and the trees surrounding us. The moan of fear she let out had my heart pounding harder against my chest. I wanted to grab her. I needed to feel her against me again.
The show at Desecration had been pretty fucking incredible. The experience I shared with her was unlike anything else. But this? Chasing her? It was my favourite. The primal, animalistic need inside me wasn’t often sated. Scarlett was the perfect prey. She was all of my fantasies rolled into one. The way she accepted and embraced the things I desired was unparalleled. She was everything.
I reached out, my fingers brushing her braid and narrowly missing her dress. She ran harder as if she realised she was about to get pounced on, making a sharp turn left to throw me off. I let out a growl as the thunder rumbled.
My hand went out again, catching hold of her braid this time and yanking her backwards into me. She slammed into my chest, sending me a few steps back to keep balanced. I spun her around, catching sight of her scared expression before I was shoving her down in the undergrowth and covering her body with my own. She was panting against me. I could feel her heart hammering against her ribcage. I pinned one of her hands in the mud before catching her mouth in a bruising kiss. The moment our lips met, it was a wild frenzy of pulling at each other, wanting to be closer, needing more, desperate for everything.
I shoved up her wet dress as her free hand fumbled with my clothes. She whined in frustration when she couldn’t unbutton my chinos. The wet fabric was making everything so much harder. I let go of her hand to help her, tearing at my clothes to free my aching dick. Once tonight wasn’t enough. It would never be enough with Scarlett. Never.
“Pres,” she gasped as I pulled aside her knickers and shoved my fingers inside her.
I covered her mouth with mine, kissing her as I pumped my fingers into her wet pussy and got my cock out. She wriggled in the muddy ground, getting herself all messy. My knees were already squelching in the mud as I moved closer to her. I didn’t care one fucking bit about the mud and the rain. All I wanted was her. My beautiful little lamb who was already clawing at me, needing me to fuck and claim her all over again.
I ripped my fingers from her pussy and replaced them with my cock, thrusting deep. She cried into my mouth at my roughness. Her legs wrapped around me, encouraging me to give it to her harder. I bit her bottom lip, making her pant and shove her hands under my shirt to scratch her nails down my back. I groaned, pressing kisses down her jaw and neck. My lips brushed over the scars West had given her. The neckline of her dress was low enough so everyone could see it. Scarlett was proud of wearing his mark now. She wanted to show everyone she belonged to War just as she belonged to Pestilence, Famine and Death.
“Bite me,” she panted. “Make me yours.”
I nuzzled the top of her breast before digging my teeth into her skin. Her nails dragged down my back, marking me in return. I growled against her skin, biting harder to bruise her. To show her she belonged to me.
My knees started sliding in the mud, so I slammed a hand down to steady myself, fucking her harder. I couldn’t help myself, acting on sheer fucking instinct and need. There was nothing but me, her, the trees, the mud and the rain hammering down on my back through the canopy. Scarlett was right. We needed this experience together. We needed it to set us free. She might run from me, but she always allowed herself to get caught. She wanted it. My girl would never abandon me.
“Mine,” I growled, letting go of her skin so I could crash my mouth to hers again. “All fucking mine.”
She couldn’t respond with my tongue in her mouth, tasting and devouring her whole. Scarlett did something to me. She made me wilder. She set me free from my burdens and shame. I might hold her heart, protect her and be the one she came to for comfort, but she did the same for me. This woman had the power to heal me from the inside out just by being her.
I let go of her mouth to press my face into her neck, so close to the edge of everything.
“I love you, sweetness,” I choked out.
Scarlett wasn’t just my little lamb, she was the sweetest thing I’d ever tasted. The sweetest woman who opened her heart to four broken men, who needed her more than they needed air to breathe. She was dark like us, but she was brilliant and bright too. She was our light. There in the spaces where I ended. And I was there in the spaces she began. We were destined for each other.