Breath bated, I look down as he wields the knife to carve my flesh. My leg trapped against his shoulder, Kallum marks the uppermost part of my inner thigh right below the seam of my leg. The exact location I pointed out to him.

I moan through the pain. The sharp cuts send a shot of arousal to my core, slicing through the dull ache that encases me. I watch in shocked awe as he shapes the sigil with the tip of the blade—the same design he carries on his chest.

“You’re mine,” he whispers across the inflamed skin. “Come back to me.” Then he licks the wound. His tongue traces the bloody lines of the sigil before he licks a path to the neediest part of me.

I close my eyes, my head falling back against the solid support of the tree. I let the wild emotions tear through me as Kallum licks and sucks and devours.

I grind against his mouth in shameless, brazen undulations of my hips. His fingers push inside me with no preamble, and I suck in a breath at the salaciously full feeling as my inner walls pulse against his expert, rhythmic plunges.

As his tongue swirls torturously over my clit, I turn my head to the side and pant against my arm. An intense pull in my lower back grips me, that delicious tingling webs over my skin, and I clench so hard around his fingers I almost break.

I’m so wet, I can hear the sound as Kallum removes his fingers, and I can’t help but look down.

My breath stalls as a cold prickling sensation sheathes me in alarm.

The intensity of Kallum’s hungry gaze meets mine as he pushes his blood-coated fingers into his mouth. The earth beneath me all but vanishes.

That’s not possible.

I strain to see if it’s the blood stemming from his palm or my thigh—but all logical deduction ceases when I see the trail of red dripping down my other leg.

“How—?” My voice breaks around the word.

“You’re mine, Halen. You belong with me.” His fingers plunge inside me again, his mouth stealing my fear as his tongue flicks over my swollen clit. He laps, sinfully devouring me and feasting on my blood.

Any rational thought is too far out of reach. I can’t think about the accident or loss—so much loss —or the fact I was never supposed to bleed again. Not when Kallum is taking me to the edge, and not when the eerie sensation creeps through my senses and drags my gaze to the dark field.

His savage growl precedes his advance as he rises to stand, capturing me in a brutal hold as he grips the backs of my thighs. His pants are lowered, the need to be connected so demanding he didn’t waste time removing them.

The smooth head of his cock notches against my soaked entrance. My core clenches in anticipation. The ropes cut into my wrists as Kallum lifts me effortlessly and wraps my legs around his hips.

A suspended second where our eyes connect, where I dissolve under the crashing wave of his heated, ravenous gaze, and he sinks inside me in one forceful thrust.

A cry rips from my mouth as he fills me completely, the fullness so intense a shiver racks my body.

“Fuck…you’re perfect.” His praise rolls into a harsh groan as he pushes deep inside, spreading my walls to take all of him.

The circlet of bones scrape my arms as I tense, my inner walls contracting to hold him within me.

His heavy breaths fall over my lips as he rocks out and thrusts in once more. His pace speeds, his biceps flexed in stunning taut lines that display his dark tattoos like his body is an art exhibition.

The stag skull moves and flexes with his increased rhythm, and I have the fierce desire to trace the curves, before my mind is pulled under the pleasurable current.

He secures an arm around my lower back, angling me where he wants me as he fucks brutally, passionately, giving me what I pleaded for—fucking me right out of my mind.

No pain. No apathy. No dull ache burying me under my past.

I’m all blistering fire and honed pleasure and unadulterated lust.

Kallum clamps his other hand around my nape as he searches out the soft junction of my neck where he sinks his teeth. My body grinds against his in desperate need to heighten the friction until we combust.

A slur of profanities escape his mouth on a deep groan, tangled with a string of some old language my mind can’t comprehend in this moment. But it does something violent and dangerously erotic to me, and I moan loudly against his ear.

He sucks at my breast, trapping my nipple between his teeth. “You’re so goddamn perfect for me,” he says, his gaze flicking up to snare mine. “These beautiful breasts were created for me. This fucking perfect pussy—” he ruts into me on a decimating thrust “—mine to destroy. Ah fuck, that’s it. Take all of me.” His thrusts speed faster, devastating my sanity. “I want to see how beautifully you come for me.”

“Kallum—” His name is a desperate plea as heat snakes up my back, and every erogenous zone on my body lights up. My channel pulsates against him with the need for release.

Oh, god . I turn my head to the side, seeking a cool breath to douse the stinging fire—and the flash of yellow eyes amid the dark reeds freezes my blood.

The pending orgasm hurls through my spiraling fear as I frantically search the darkness. The golden glow of eyes blink in pairs, dotting the perimeter. Then I see the branches move.

“Kallum…”

He grunts, hips bucking aggressively between my thighs to tear any lucid thought from my mind. My inner walls clench around him, driving him into a fury of wild thrusts.

As the branches shift in the reeds, I realize with a satisfying rush of relief they’re antlers. Deer rustle in the marsh, their eyes flashing with firelight. Pure relief floods my system, and adrenaline rushes my arteries to send me careening toward the edge.

“Oh, god…Kallum,” I cry out as the orgasm crashes through me, and Kallum is there to answer.

“Fucking see god, sweetness. You’re mine. Say it,” he demands as he stares into my eyes. He’s carnal sin and lust as he relentlessly thrusts inside me.

“I’m yours,” I say, my voice broken by a moan as he ruts into me, stealing the last of my breath.

Kallum fucks with a savage frenzy as he claims me. Rock-hard and engorged, his cock pulses against my inner walls, and I feel the moment he breaks. His growl vibrates over my skin, taking me over the edge with him.

He lowers his head to my chest and bites the flesh of my breast, the pain tensing me around him and urging another orgasm as the pleasure peaks.

I ride him with needy rolls of my hips as he thrusts inside me once more, holding himself deep as the last of his orgasm throbs between us.

As I come down, I scan the field of flashing yellow deer eyes and land on a giant set of antlers. The branch-like horns rise up from the reeds in a slow, eerie progression that prickles my senses.

Kallum’s heated breath fans my neck as he pants, his body trembling with aftershocks. I realize I’m shaking, desperately trying to drag in enough air.

The antlers ascend higher above the reeds, reaching into the night sky.

And when I see the body creeping forward out of the reeds, fear tears a wild path through my chest.

“Kallum— ” I shout, finally gaining a full breath. “He’s here.”

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14

Chaos of the Heart

Halen

F ear can be a potent aphrodisiac. Fear heightens our senses, sends a rush of adrenaline to our heart. Every nerve in the body is stimulated. The onslaught of rousing heat fires into a frenzied climax.

As my mind comprehends the danger, my body clings to the moment of bliss—the pure, rapturous experience of a suspended moment where I exist on another plane.

“Oh, god damn.” Kallum groans as my sex clenches around him. “That’s it, sweetness,” he coaxes. “Squeeze the fuck out of my cock. Let me taste that sweet fear.” His hand collars my throat, cutting off my air supply.