On the Mountain

by Riley Hart

he definitely enjoyed it, dancing and singing with a spatula to a woman’s voice. My cabin was going to be much noisier with Cyrus here. “Taylor is my girl.” He did a shimmy thing that made my dick harden. You’re my boy, flittered through my head, and I didn’t shut down the thoughts.

I didn’t go far, just burying my face in his neck and letting my teeth bite into him. I didn’t break the skin, but Cyrus gasped. His hold on me tightened, a hand fisting into my hair. “Yes…please, Crow. Mark me. Make me yours.”

“I’ll make it so you never regret bringing me here.” “I never will, little lamb.” I couldn’t.

My insides vibrated with anger. I’d always known I would hate the outside world, but I hated it even more since meeting him. I could never like a place that made him feel so bad, so lonely, where there were people who wouldn’t want him. How could anyone smell the sweetness of his skin and want to do anything other than devour him?

“You.” “Me what?” “You give me you. Not just your ass. All of you. Your…feelings, your words, your smiles. You.”

“One day I want you to take me just like this, Crow, with me on my back and you looking into my eyes so you can see how much I belong to you while you fuck me.” He gave a deep rumble, buried his face into the side of my throat, bit and sucked.

Crow marked me, making me throb as he pulled the blood to the surface. All too soon, it was over. He eased back and looked down at me, brushing our noses together. “My little lamb…” I smiled and felt him do the same.

“I love you,” I whispered, then held my breath. Crow released my fingers, confusion clear on his face. “Why?” “Because I was meant to love you. I exist to love you, to belong to you.”

He was beautiful when he slept. I thought he was beautiful all the time, but there was something special about watching Cyrus when he was sleeping.

“I’ll find you,” he said. “You can’t hide from me, little lamb. I can smell you…smell how much you want me…the muskiness of your desire, the scent of sugar that always clings to your skin. I’m going to find you, and I’m going to fuck you.”

He growled, burying his face in my throat and sucking in a deep, long breath through his nose. He took in my scent, rubbed his beard against me like he was some kind of wolf. “I want to fuck you out here, just like this, like I’m an animal and you’re my prey.”

“Please…take me. Remind me I’m yours. Show me how much you want me.” Crow gave a deep snarl in response, picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, stalking toward the house.

I didn’t talk during sex, not in the way I knew he wanted me to, but the words threatened to spill out now…open your pretty legs for me, give me your hole…you’re mine…mine to fuck and mine to love.

“Mine,” I gritted out, biting and kissing his ass cheeks. “Show me. Show me I’m yours. Make me believe you.”

“My little lamb,” I whispered into his hair. “I love you. So much.” I love you too.

I smiled and pushed my fingers inside him, feeling my release there, hot and thick and right where it belonged.

“Take off your clothes. Show yourself to me. Let me see what’s mine.”

His cheeks were pink from sleep, his hair mussed, every inch of his gorgeous body on display for me. I wanted to kiss each of my freckles, because yes, they felt like they were mine. Wanted to taste every inch of his body, wanted to inhale his scent, wanted to fuck him so hard, he would never ever doubt that he belonged to me and I to him.

I needed inside him more than I needed my next breath. I would surrender everything to him, give him anything as we lost ourselves in each other.

“Look at me, little lamb. Look me in the eyes while you come on my cock and take what’s yours.”