Khell tossed me back onto my feet in front of him, steadying me only as long as it took for me to stumble forward.

I didn't want to give up. I didn't want to keep running. I was hot, and the woods were spinning. Khell was right behind me, looming and ready, toying with me like a predator. I ran for the shelter of the tree, for the massive trunk, gasping as Khell snarled behind me, his shadow hazy on the grass. Fabric rustled, my breath hiccuped, and the sun spun overhead.

I was nearly in reach of the trunk when he tackled me forward again, softening the impact of the roots and moss beneath us briefly. One hand clasped my throat, the other shoved my skirt up with rough urgency. I barely caught a breath, and then Khell was thrusting in.

I howled at the shock, the stretch, the sudden fill. I was more than ready, slick and prepped from so much time spent riding that perfect girth, but it was still a surprise, still rough. His hand on my throat pinched once and then released me, and some automatic instinct, the sheer momentum of the game, left me crawling forward, pulling myself off Khell's cock.

He snarled behind me, and I only got as far as bracing myself against the roots of the tree before he pounced forward and thrust in again.

"Oh god, beast," I hissed, the fresh drum and thrust of him inside of me setting off an explosion of electric heat—not an orgasm but something like it. My body's expectation of the pleasure to come.

"Where will you crawl to now, pet?" Khell's hand returned to my throat, then down to my breast to squeeze, his claws unleashed to make unique points of pressure.

My hands slipped in moss, scratching forward into the bark of the tree and accidentally tearing it away as Khell's hips started to crash against mine. The impact was hot and deep, and I scooted forward, barely an inch, maybe two, but Khell rolled.

"No more running," he barked.

His arm banded around my hips, bunching my dress up around my waist, and he hauled me up from the ground.

"Brace the trunk," he said through gritted teeth, but my hands were already stretched forward.

His palm on my throat spread broadly, holding my head up, and then he straightened.

Fuck! Full! Oh god, Khell. My toes lifted from the ground completely, and gravity forced Khell so deep inside of me, I thought I lost the use of my lungs. I was dangling, pinned on his cock, his arm around my hips and hand cupping my throat.