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There’s a hill in front of me, the trees rising to the sky, and what looks to be a cave dug into it. I run up to the entrance, pausing as I peer inside. It’s dark and damp, the scent of moss thick enough that I hope it will mask my scent. I step inside, using the tips of my fingers to guide myself around a corner, hiding out of sight. And then I stop, straining my ears for Sterling’s approach.

Fear, anticipation and arousal whirl in my veins and I slide a hand into my joggers, adjusting myself but keeping my hand around the base of my cock.

Something touches my leg, gentle at first before latching firmly around both my ankles.

“What the fuck!” I yell into the darkness as I’m dragged backwards into a hard wall of muscle.

“Got you.”

Sterling’s tail tightens around my legs, and he digs his claws into my hips, his nose at my ear. He sniffs me, deep and hungry, his chest vibrating against my back, a growl rumbling from deep inside him.

“So scared. So delicious.” He bites me in the same spot he did the night before, breaking the skin and sucking on me like a vampire. I scream as pleasure rips through me, my cock pulsing where it’s still resting in my palm. Cum covers my fingers and my body turns to liquid in his arms.

He lets up, removing my hand from my pants and bringing it to his lips, licking my spend from each digit.

“Sterling.” His name is thick and syrupy on my lips. I lean my head back on his shoulder and he kisses my temple, then my forehead and then my neck, all while his erection rests against my ass. He snakes a hand beneath the hem of my t-shirt and presses it to my stomach. His hold on me is solid, and safe, just the way I like it.

Please, never let me go.

“Ready to go home?”

I shake my head.

“No, Sir.”

He groans, his hips subtly thrusting against me.

“Fuck me. Please. Now.”

TWENTY-NINE

STERLING

“Fuck me. Please. Now.”

Caspian’s words are music to my ears, his arousal so strong I can taste it on my tongue. The beat of his heart echoes in my own and I tighten my hold on him, nose nuzzling his throat.

“Not in here,” I say, straightening to look around the dark, damp cave I found him in. It was the easiest hunt of my life, my body so in tune to his, it was impossible not to find him. But the chase was invigorating, the beast in me loving the thrill of hunting down my mate. Hands around Caspian’s waist, I drag him out into a clearing between two towering trees, the canopy above us thick, allowing in a slither of orange sunlight. Thunder rumbles somewhere in the distance.

I lean him against the trunk, pressing his back to the rough bark, my lips finding his in a brutal kiss that is more teeth than tongue. He pushes back, hands creeping into my hair, holding on while I drink my fill of him.

“Sterling,” he mumbles against my lips, his cock thickening again in the space between us. “Please, Sir.”

Jesus, that word. My cock stands thick between us, swollen and leaking a thick viscous fluid that dribbles down my erection. Releasing one hand from Caspian’s hip, I take myself in hand, smoothing the liquid over my ribbed shaft. I will fuck him and knot him right here, in the woods, with Mother Nature as a witness.

With my cock slick with pre-cum, I slide Caspian down my body, placing him on his feet. His hands move to my shoulders and he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth. His eyes are glassy and his body is lax, head falling back to rest against the tree.

“I’m going to make you feel so good, sweet human.” I place both hands on his waistband and then slowly inch them down, going to my knees. I take off his shoes, then slide his boxers and joggers off, throwing them to the side. With my hand on one sock, I look up at him, a silent question between us. I know my human doesn’t like dirt on his feet and I would never want him uncomfortable. He nods, lifting his foot to help me pull them both off. Despite coming only moments ago, he’s hard again, his erection bobbing against his stomach, the scent of cum thick on his skin. Wrapping one clawed hand around his base, careful not to dig a nail in, I take him into my mouth, tongue greedily finding every salty drop of his earlier release. Caspian moans and I take him deeper until his cock hits the back of my throat and then I swallow, my tongue pressing to the underside where the skin is warm and smooth, a vein pulsing beneath. He thrusts his hips, pushing impossibly deeper and I hold him there, while trailing a hand around his back, to his crack. Not wanting to hurt him, I retract my claws, then press a finger into his hole.

“Sterling. Fuck. You have to stop or I’m…gonna…” His words are a jumbled mess that trail off into the air. I add a second finger, scissoring them and stretching him wider. Then I pull off, looking up into hazy brown eyes, rich with lust.

I stand, my bigger form hovering over him, as I undo his shirt and pull his t-shirt over his head. They join his joggers and shoes on the ground and then I step back and drink him in. He’s standing in front of me, completely naked, skin glowing under the sun’s rays, cheeks flushed, mouth parted and eyes moving down my body, coming to settle on the tuft of hair at my groin from where my erection extends.

Hand circling the base, I stroke myself, fluid seeping from the tip, which I smooth over me, my eyes on Caspian.

“Come here.” I point to the ground and at my feet. There’s a thick covering of leaves that looks soft and dry enough for my mate. “Kneel.”

Caspian swallows, his throat bobbing. But he does as I ask, stepping forward and falling to his knees in front of me. I hold the tip of my cock to his lips and he opens his mouth without being asked.