Summer Camp Captive(4)

Not for the first time, her gaze falls to my heavy balls, the shaft that juts out from their center like a tree branch, complete with sap dripping from the tip. Having her stare at me there sets off a thunder crack of arousal in my belly, and my hand wraps around the engorged flesh, jerking it off furiously. “I think you’re having a hard time listening,” she says in a rush. “I told you to earn it.”

“Yes. I will,” I breathe, falling forward and landing on my left elbow. The bed almost upends itself under my weight, but my mouth is only inches from that place between her thighs, the place I’m going to spend my life satisfying any way I can—and I can’t think past the roaring of my heart. A sense of purpose. “It looks…wet. What made it that way?”

“I-I…don’t know. I think—”

I surge forward and take a long lap at her flesh, my mind exploding with light and rightness. As I gather the dew left behind on my lips, my body shudders head to toe over the perfect taste and scent of my mate. “Tell me, please. What made you damp here? I need more.”

Her hips squirm beneath me, and I start to pin them with a forearm, until she stops me with a vicious tug of my hair. “You’re so big and I’m so…not. Having you obey commands from me is kind of amazing. All that power given to me…” Her lower half writhes on the mattress. “I think it’s what m-made me like this.”

Yes. Is it ironic that Lainey wants me at her beck and call and yet I’ve never felt like more of a man? What is a man if he can’t provide for his woman? Providing for Lainey means letting her order me around. My cock sags lower, planting on the mattress beneath. My balls fill with ample seed to plant inside her fertile body. “Consider me your servant,” I rasp, parting her pussy with the tip of my tongue and rubbing, rubbing her tiny source of pleasure. “Does the princess like this?”

“Oh. Yes.” The surprise in her voice has my dick stretching to its full length. I’m the first one to gratify this pussy. She doesn’t even know what the fuck it’s supposed to feel like. “Carver. Don’t stop.”

Carefully as possible, so as not to harm her, I place the V of my middle and index finger over her cunt, pressing down to expose the delicious pink path they’ve been hiding. Moisture glistens on smooth flesh, her swollen nub peeking out shyly for my attention. “I will guard you with my life.” I circle her clit with my tongue, flattening my tongue on it and moving side to side, her whimpers echoing in my head. “I will protect your little pussy from predators and keep it only for myself. No one will dare look at it, or my face will be the last thing they see. You’re mine. You are mine forever. Forever.”

Unable to stop myself any longer, I slide my tongue to her snug hole and shove it deep, pain colliding with need in my chest when she screams, jerking hard on the ends of my hair. “Carver, too much. It’s too much.”

I keep my thumb strumming on her clit, praying to God not to keep her in pain for long. Her hands alternately bat at my head and pull me close, her open thighs squirming on either side of me. Dammit, I can’t tell if she’s feeling good or bad. And her taste is drowning me, making me lose any sense of reality. It’s so pure and sweet. I’m seeing nothing but her flesh, hearing nothing but my own grunts and growls. My hips begin to hump the bed, rocking it, banging it against the wall. The action also causes Lainey’s pussy to dip down and grind up into my tongue, over and over again. Is she moaning?

Yes. God has answered my prayer and helped Lainey’s body adjust. Her pink bud is swollen and tucked between my lips where I suckle it, her arousal dripping from my chin. Fuck her. Fuck her and claim her. Now.

I rise up over her and fist my dick, prepared to feed every raw, ugly inch of it into her virgin cunt. There’s a whisper of warning in the back of my head, but it’s too low to hear over the roar of my inner beast, demanding I take what’s mine before another male sneaks in and does it first. Unrealistic, yes, considering I would snap their neck for even looking at Lainey, but tell that to my boiling blood, my unholy cockstand for one girl. This girl.

“Carver—” Eyes wide with fear, she slaps at my shoulders. “No, wait.”

My sweat drips down onto the pillow above her head. “Can’t. I can’t.”

She grips the sides of my head, tugging me down. “Kiss me,” she whispers, her voice shaking. “Just kiss me, please?”

Those words cut through the pandemonium in my head like butter to a hot know. Silence reigns. Her sweet fingers tunnel in my hair and urge me close, closer, until I’m lying in the cradle of her body, still conscious enough of our size difference to keep most of my weight on my left elbow. But that prop almost gives out when our lips meet and her sweet, pliant mouth opens beneath mine, allowing my tongue to sweep inside. Bliss. Complete and total bliss I never thought I’d experience in my life.

My disbelief continues when she slides her hands up beneath my shirt, tracing my scars with her fingertips and making a sad, mewling noise. Keep her from that horror. Distract her. She doesn’t like being reminded I’m a freak. Who would?

“I’m grateful just being allowed to pleasure your body…I never thought you’d let me near your perfect mouth with this face.”

“Stop,” she says, her eyes closed, her thighs wide open. “Shhh. More, baby.”

“Lainey,” I choke out, almost coming in my pants. “You called me—”

She yanks me down for another long, mind-blowing kiss, her hips working under mine, inviting me to fuck while her tongue tangles with mine, reminding me we’re not in a hurry. That we can just kiss like this…just like this—

A hard object smashes down on my head.

Jagged pieces splinter in all directions around me, bouncing off my arms and the mattress. A deafening roar rips from my throat as I lower myself to protect my beautiful Lainey. Protect her from whoever has enough of a death wish to enter my home while I’m kissing my girl. I’m momentarily confused when she’s no longer beneath me, her heat and soft skin gone.

I catch on soon enough when her racing footsteps register behind me. There’s a broken lamp dangling from her hand—the one that usually sits on my bedside table. Pain lances me through the ribs, forcing my breath from my lungs.

She doesn’t like kissing me. It was all a distraction.

None of it was real. And now she’s going to escape.

Denial crushes both sides of my skull as I lunge off the bed, my bellow splitting the night in half. Feeling as though my insides have been slashed to ribbons, I go after her.





Chapter Five





Lainey





Running naked through the forest is super not ideal.

Poison ivy and mosquitos and wolves notwithstanding, I have an eight-foot-tall, four-hundred-pound giant crashing through the trees behind me.

And he’s not happy.

A sob kindles in my throat when I hear him shout my name, sounding like a wounded animal. Well, what the hell was I supposed to do? Lie there and let him take my virginity with a ten-pound eggplant lookalike? Dude was already way too attached before we slept together. I can’t even imagine how he’d be afterward.

Probably caring and lovely and—

Oh my God. Do I hear myself?

This might sound crazy, but…I thought Carver was listening when I told him about my past. I saw the sympathy in his amazing—stop it, Lainey—green eyes and I knew he would understand that I’ve spent my life trapped. I can’t do it again. But that’s exactly what he wants to do to me. Keep me in his cabin, never let me leave, and growl at anyone who comes close. After spending the bulk of my childhood in foster care, I know too well what it’s like to have no options.

Once I’d been returned to my mother, I spent a year trapped in a tiny one-bedroom, sleeping on a pull-out couch, unable to leave in case my mother took one too many hits this time. She sold me into veritable servitude. Thank God I escaped before that became a reality, but I promised myself I would never live beneath someone else’s thumb.

I won’t live like that again. This freedom I’ve taken for myself is too fresh, and no one is going to take it away from me. Even if my body is still seriously buzzing from Carver’s touch. No denying that. My thighs are still sticky where they rub together with every sprinted step. My nipples are aching in miserable little points. Until he stopped listening and tried to rule me, I was loving every stroke of his tongue, the cherishing touch of his hands. The good parts are all my body seems to remember right now. And being painfully turned on is really adding to the surreal nature of running through the forest naked. I don’t recommend it.

A tree branch whips against my cheek, and I duck right, hoping to find a path. Any path. I was sort of upside down when Carver brought me to his cabin, so I have no idea if I’m going in the right direction.

“LAINEY!”

A whimper falls from my lips. He sounds agonized and angry at the same time. As much as I’m determined to get away, I can’t help but feel a serious pull back toward Carver. He’s not a monster. Not at all. He’s actually very sweet, when he’s not threatening to murder anyone who thinks about touching my pussy.