Its been a rather lengthy time since Ive shared some of my writings here. I hadn't felt up to it as of late. But I want to start writing again.
this is a small part of a story I am writing. Characters are Kincaid and Sloan. Kincaid is a Captain in a previous war, he is also a lycan and he has found his mate Sloan after the lengthy battle. Sloan is a healer and lives in the mountains. This is where Kincaid and Sloan find each other after a long search.
NIGHT RUN
Kincaid's strong grip squeezed around Sloan's delicate throat, feeling her pulse quicken. His blue eyes flashed to silver to see into the darkness around him, nothing but an empty forest. He looked down at his prey. He held his grip as he looked her over, soft and smooth skin. He leaned in and inhaled her scent, and growled softly. He had searched for that scent for such a long time.
Sloans body was tense and she shivered even as her body warmed. She felt the hand tighten and hold a steady squeeze on her throat. She touched the arm that held her in her place, feeling hot skin and thick coarse hair. She brought her sight to his level. There she saw the flash from blue to silver. Closing her eyes she took his scent in, it was him.
Kincaid with his free hand ripped the bodice of her dress away, exposing her full breasts into the coolness of the night. Sloans nipples hardened, goosebumps ran across her flesh. She inhaled sharply as he took a nipple in between his teeth, holding it there with slight pressure looking up towards her face. He watched as she tensed, felt her hands on his arm.
Kincaid explored her body with his free hand, keeping pressure on her throat, controlling her. Fingers dragging along the outer side of her leg to her hip, continuing back down to return up the inside of her leg, digging in. A whimper escaped from her lips. A grin rose from the corners of his mouth. She was his prey.
Sloan looked into his eyes, she saw flashes of light, he was the hunter. She pushed away from him with all might she had and ran. She heard him growl from behind. She ran through the forest, She looked over her shoulder and saw him closing the gap.
Kincaid let her push him away, he even gave her a head start. He watched as she looked over her shoulder and watched her eyes flash to silver. She was like him. He ran faster and closed the gap.
The pair ran wildly through the forest, avoiding contact with low hanging branches and fallen trees. Sloan untied the waist and let her dress fall, Kincaid ripped away his shirt, letting it fall. The gap was closed quickly. Kincaid reached out and grabbed her shoulder, spinning her towards him. He pressed her back against a fallen tree, the bark scratching into her.
Kincaid pinned her down, pressing into her, watching her eyes, knowing the bark was cutting into her. Sloan would wince and then moan with each scrape. He felt her hips push towards him and he let his hand find her heat. So warm and wet, a low growl came from his throat as he let a finger explore. Sloans mouth opened but no sound came.
Kincaid turned her over and ran his hand around her throat and squeezed, tighter and tighter, He felt her tremble and twitch, feeling her body warm. Just as her eyes were about to close he relaxed the grip. He ran his fingers over the superficial cuts, kissing them down her back. He with a flat hand smacked her ass hard. Sloal cried out as the sting spread. Kincaid felt his cock harden more with each swat to her ass. He rubbed gently, while shh-ing her, he felt the welts form.
Sloan felt the searing pain with each swat, it hurt yet made her grow more aroused, she felt herself dripping and wanting to be filled. She wanted his hand around her throat, holding her life close, feeling the warmth as her eyes grew heavy.
Sloan heard him growl as he touched her, wanting her. She looked over her shoulder just in time to see him lean down and bite her shoulder, digging his teeth in. clamping down, Sloan pushed her ass back towards Kincaid, wanting. She felt his hard cock pressing against her. She felt herself let go and started moaning and panting,
Kincaid Pressed into her, slowly at first, feeling the warmth surround him. He pushed harder. With both hands encircled her throat and squeezed pulling back, arching her back. He needed her. He wanted to devour her, use her, play with her. Breed her. Hard heavy thrusts he pushed into her.
Sloan was his pet, his toy, his prey. She was a rag doll in his hands. There was no fighting back or escape from this. Not that escape was needed, she begged for this, yearned for this. His hands were strong, his whole body was flesh, muscle and ravenous desire.
With little effort he forced her to his knees and rammed his throbbing cock into her mouth, fucking her hard. She gagged but took him with each thrust. Spit ran from the corners of her mouth, she sucked and looked up at him, his eyes were fire looking upon her. He held her head in a vice grip, ramming and watching her. Her eyes wide and locked onto his. She was giving all. There was no hesitation.
Again he spun her around, face brown over the fallen tree, and took her again. He was going mad and needed to fill her. He clamped onto her shoulders and held her in place,she was not going anywhere.
Sloan met each thrust with sheer pleasure and desire, she wanted to feel him cum deep inside her, filling her. His grunting and groaning filled the silence. He bent down and a bit her again, and Sloan cried out, the pleasure of pain was sending her to new heights.
Kincaid pulled her back to his chest and pinched each nipple, causing arousal and pain, Sloan was shaking in need. Kincaid was going to have her. He in a mighty thrust, rammed into her as far as possible, his fingers dug into her breasts, digging and pulling. He knew she was feeling the pain and his cock began to throb and jerk. “Fuck!” he cried before spilling into her. He pushed her over and fucked her harder and harder until he was spent. Collapsing on top of her, covered in sweat, sticky, he bit her ear, and whispered.
