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“You have thirty seconds, sweet thing. And then you’re mine.”

I pull away from the embrace, my head on a swivel. Behind Arden is a thicket of pine trees and bushes. I don’t know how far the peak goes but it’s better than the sheer drop behind me.

I give him one final look, only to be met with a beast. The gold of his irises has been swallowed up by his pupils. Arden’s gone. Just the beast remains.

I scramble, nearly tripping over my own snowshoes. It’s hard to walk in them, let alone run. I feel his eyes on me as I dart into the trees, kicking up tufts of snow and knocking down icicles from branches. There’s no way I’ll be able to hide from him, but knowing he’s right behind me has a thrill coursing through my veins. I’m giddy. My heart won’t stop fluttering and skipping beats.

I stumble and tumble and manage to smack myself in the face with a branch but my body is alive with need. My dick tents my pants, my skin feels clammy under my jacket, and every muscle inside me tenses. I’m ready for my mountain man.

The howl behind me is nothing like a wolf. This one is primal. Carnal. It sends my body into a frenzy of lust.

Between the trees the sun shines through the canopy, and the snow thins around me, the foliage above shielding the earth from the constant snowstorms. It’s like a little cave. A soft patch of mossy carpet and a natural wall of privacy made by the piles of fallen snow beyond the trees.

For a moment, I forget the panic of the chase and admire the forest. But the snap of a twig behind me has my shoulders rising to my ears. Deep, guttural breaths follow and I pounce forward, throwing myself deeper into the undergrowth. He’s right there. Right on my heels. It’s like my subconscious mind knows he’s a predator and I’m his prey. Every hair on my body stands on end as a panicked scream explodes from my lungs.

Heavy, dominating hands snag at my jacket. Arm’s stronger than iron band around my waist and I’m ripped off the ground. For only a second I’m weightless, but the ground below me rushes up to my face. My lungs deflate as I’m pressed against my stomach, my hips pulled back and a heavy weight settles between my thighs.

I shiver. My body practically vibrating with a mix of excitement and utter terror. Is he going to fuck me here? In the dirt? On the side of the mountain?

“Arden?”

My voice is barely a whisper on my lips as his grunts and growls fill the space. His hands paw at me, squeezing the globes of my ass and spreading my legs wider until my pants tighten at the seams.

“Mate.” Arden’s voice is so animalistic it’s no longer his own. “Mine.”

Just two simple words that set off an explosion inside me. I flood with heat, with need. The need to be fucked rough, to be owned. To be his.

“Please, Daddy,” I gasp as he grinds his hips against my ass, the thick, hard pressure of his cock already out of its slit rubs between my cheeks.

I tilt to my side, eager to unlatch my belt and strip, but Arden has other ideas. With a large hand, he presses me harder against the soft mossy floor. Kneading my ass cheek, Arden runs a finger down the denim seam.

“Let me take them⁠—”

RIPPP!

“—off,” I sigh. And there goes a perfectly good pair of pants. These ones are new too. Arden had asked his cousin Katie for a pair that would fit me. And now with a huge hole ripped right down my ass crack, they’re time of use is over.

“Mate,” Arden growls again, sniffing the air before shimmying down my legs and shoving his face between my thighs.

I jerk at the sensation of his beard tickling my sensitive skin as he inhales right at my core. Nuzzling my underwear aside he nibbles at my flesh. My back arches, my skin burns, and every nerve is like a live wire within me.

The swipe of Arden’s hot tongue against my taint. My body spasms, my cry of shock echoes through the mountains. Lick after lick, Arden lavishes my skin with his saliva. Tasting my balls, my skin, and my hole. It flutters under the pad of his tongue. Eager to be filled.

“Daddy…” I mewl into my jacket, sucking in a deep gasp as he presses his face deeper into me, fucking my hole with quick thrusts of his tongue.

“Mine.”

I groan, dropping my face into the moss and shutting my eyes, letting my mind focus solely on what he’s doing to me. Piercing his tongue into my anxious hole he stretches me, coats me in spit and pulls me right to the edge. My balls tense under his tongue, my hips thrust into the ground, my dick seeking every ounce of delicious friction.

“Oh, I’m close.” I look over my shoulder at the hulking form of my mate looming over me, his eyes watching me just as closely.

“Good,” is all he says as he sits back on his knees and fists his swollen cock. Thick, pulsing veins run up his shaft, the tip of his crown ruby red and beads of precum slip from his cock. “Be a good boy and take what Daddy is going to give you.”

I frown. We don’t have lube and he hasn’t fingered me or brought the plug. What is he going to give me?

Rising over my body, Arden cages me in, his pelvis pressing against my ass and his cock slides between my cheeks. He’s so hot. His skin practically burning mine. I open my mouth to ask what he plans to do when the crown of his cock nudges my hole.

I tense.