Page 8 of My Halloween Hunter

I put my hand between her legs, and she's soaked, slick and swollen and so hot against my cold fingers that she jerks. I drag two fingers through her slowly, spreading it, find her clit and circle it, and watch her face come apart.

I push two fingers inside her. She's tight and clenching, and she grabs my wrist in both hands, not to stop me but to keep me there, and fucks herself onto my fingers against that tree while I watch.

"That's it," I say. "Show me."

"Cade—"

I crook my fingers, and she goes up on her toes and comes hard, clamping down around me with a long broken cry that goes up through the pines and flushes a raven off the branch above us. I don't stop. I keep my fingers in her and work her through it until she's shaking and limp against the bark, staring at me like she doesn't know what's happened to her.

Then I open my belt, and her eyes catch on my wrist.

"Is that—" She's staring at the black elastic. "That was on my gearshift."

"Sat in your car in the dark," I tell her. "In your seat. Took it."

"Why?"

"Wanted something of you on me."

Her whole body shudders against the tree, and it isn't the cold.

She watches with her lips parted as I shove my jeans down and my cock comes out heavy and dark and hard enough to ache. She makes a sound in her throat and reaches for it, and when her cold hand closes around me I have to put a palm flat on the tree.

"Oh," she says softly. "Oh, you're—"

She strokes me root to tip, slow, watching my face while she does it, and my hips jerk into her fist.

"Later," I say through my teeth. "Your mouth. Later."

"Why not now?"

"Because I'm going to be inside you the first time I come."

Her breath shudders out white between us.

"Turn around."

She lets go and turns and puts both palms on the pine, pushing her ass back at me with her leggings tangled at her knees, and she looks at me over her shoulder with her hair everywhere and her eyes wet and wild. I grip her hips and rub the head of my cock through her until it's slick.

"Please," she says.

I push in slowly, because she's tight and I'm big and I want to feel every inch of her taking me. She stretches around me with a long low moan, forehead against the bark, and when I'm all the way in I stop and hold there, my chest to her back and my mouth at her ear.

Ten years of nothing, and now this, hot and wet and wrapped so tight around me I can feel her heartbeat. Something happens behind my ribs that I don't have a name for.

"Mine," I say into her hair. It comes out raw.

I claim her with long hard strokes, all the way out and all the way home, and she pushes back to meet every one. In the quiet forest there's nothing but the sound of it, skin on skin and her gasping and bark shedding under her palms. I get an arm across her chest and haul her upright against me so I can bite her neck, the pale place I wanted my teeth the first night, and she comes apart again the second I do, squeezing my cock so hard I see white.

"Inside," she says. "Come inside me. I want it."

That's the end of me. I fuck her through it with my face in her neck and my hand spread over her belly holding her on me, and I come deep inside her with a groan torn out of my chest, filling her, keeping her pinned there until there's nothing left.

Afterwards I stay in her, my forehead on her shoulder, both of us breathing hard in the gold light while the frost drifts off the branches in white threads. Our breathing crystallizes in the cold air.

"Your place," she says. "Which way?"

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