Page 236 of Primal

Mine.

I lose it. All I feel is her.

White-hot rush. Heaven, earth, fire—obliterated in a single breath.

A groan rumbles through my chest as I spill inside her—thick, savage bursts. A year of stolen glances. Tracking her every move. Waking up hard and furious because I let her laughter carry across the street.

Now? She’s dripping with me. Her sweet cunt molded to the shape of my cock.

She’s so tight, still clenching, her body greedy even as she glares up at me.

Every pulse of my release drags a whimper from her—“Fuck, Kade…”—her nails biting into my shoulders.

My vision fractures. The slick grip of her around me, her tits heaving against my chest, the ‘Mine mine mine’ howling through my skull.

I collapse forward, forehead pressed to hers. Our breath tangles. Her lashes flutter, and I’m braced for teeth, tongue, or both.

“Figures,” she gasps. “Only a nerd fucks this good and looks like he’s calculating the hypotenuse.”

“Guess that makes me the only equation you’ll ever fucking need.” I press kisses along her jaw. “Better start studying, little fox.”

She scoffs, breathless, still catching up. “Please. I aced AP calculus. You’re just long division with extra steps.”

I chuckle against her throat, my cock twitching inside her. “Long being the key word.”

Her laugh shatters against my collarbone—sharp edges turning liquid as I drag my hips in a slow, merciless circle.

“God,” she moans.

“God’s not here tonight. Only monsters.” I rock into her one last time—deep, tender, filthy. Then, inch by inch, I ease out, slow enough to savor every quiver.

I lean down, breath warm against her ear. “And this monster? He’s not done with you yet.”

Her shudder is all I need.

I lower us to the moss. Her back against my chest. My arms around her waist.

She shifts, meets my gaze. “You’re really bad at neighborly small talk.”

“And you’re lucky I caught you. Someone else might’ve been less motivated.”

She snorts. “So … how’d you end up here? Thought you were supposed to be helping Max with the haunted garage thing.”

“Got better shit to do than babysit.”

Her eyes crinkle at the corners. The rest of her face? Guarded. She’ll say something. I know it. Piss me off or turn me on. Sometimes both.

“Like what? Scaring me senseless in the woods?”

“Exactly. You’re a goddamn riot to hunt.”

And to stalk. No need to tell her—unless she ends up in my basement someday.

“With that bargain-bin mask?” She snickers. “Couldn’t even commit to being a badass slasher, huh? Also—watch for tree roots, really?”

“Wouldn’t want you to trip before the fun even started. As for the mask—”

“Ohmygod.” She leans in, eyes sparkling. “You actually stabbed that guy.”