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Saturday, February 12, 2011

Smut Bite: Bitten



Ahem. This is a long one...

I moved back, more testing his reaction than seriously resisting.  He pushed me against a tree, hands sliding to my hips and gripping hard. His lips went back to mine, kisses deepening.  I started to struggle in earnest.  He pinned me between his body and the tree.  I kicked out at him and he pulled back, shaking his head.  I scrambled to catch my breath and looked around.  The clearing was empty.  Clay was gone.  As my fogged brain struggled to process this, my arms were yanked behind my head, toppling me to my knees.
"What the ---" 
"Hold still," Clay said from behind me.  "I'm helping."
"Helping?  Helping what?"
I tried to pull my arms down, but he held them tight.  Something soft slipped around my wrists.  A sapling swayed overhead.  Then Clay let go.  I jerked my arms but only moved a couple of inches before the cloth around my wrists snapped tight.    Once I was secured, he walked around and knelt over me, obviously far too pleased with what he was seeing.
"This isn't funny," I said.  "Untie me. Now."
Still grinning, he took hold of the top of my T-shirt and ripped it down the middle.  The he undid my bra.  I started to say something, then stopped, inhaling sharply.  He'd taken my breast in his mouth and was teasing the nipple with his teeth.  He flicked his tongue and it sprang up, hard.  A dart of lust fogged my brain.  I gasped.  He chuckled and the vibration sent a shivering tickle through me.
"Is that better?" he asked.  "Since you can't fight me, you can't be expected to stop me.  It's out of your control."
His hand moved from my breast and stroked my stomach, moving lower with frustrating slowness.  I had an unbidden image of his naked body over me.  The lust flared.  He shifted around.  I could feel his erection slide up my thigh.   I spread my legs a bit and felt the roughness of his jeans press against me.  Then he pulled back.
"Can you still feel tonight?" he whispered, bending to my ear.  "The hunt.  The chase.  Running through the city."
I shivered.
"Where do you feel it?" Clay asked, his voice deepening, eyes burning phosphorescent blue.
His hands slid to my jeans, unbuttoning them and sliding them over my hips.  He touched the inside of my thigh, holding his fingers there just long enough to make my heart skip.
"Do you feel it here?"
He slid his hand down to the inside of my knees, tracing the path of the chills coursing through me.  I closed my eyes and let the images of the night flow through my brain, the locked doors, the quiet streets, the scent of fear.  I remembered Clay's hand running through my fur, the spark of hunger in his eyes...The excitement was still there, pulsing through every part of my body.
"Can you feel it?" he asked, his face coming closer to mine.
I started to close my eyes.
"Don't" he whispered.  "Watch me."
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I would love to transcribe this entire scene for you, as it is one of my favorite steamy moments (ever), but I'm not going to.  You need to pick up the book and enjoy for that...

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