Chapter Four

Callan

I thought I could wait.

That I could give Emily a little more time to grow accustomed to the idea that a beast such as myself would want her, but I cannot wait any longer. It’s clear as day that the girl cannot be trusted to take care of herself.

Fuck, does she not realize the dangers these mountains pose for such a fragile thing as herself?

Even if she does not realize it, she is the most precious person in my life. The thought of her getting hurt in any way causes my blood to chill with fear, unlike anything I have ever felt before.

“You think your safety is to be toyed with?’’ I ask again, my voice is rough when I speak, demanding an answer to my question.

“Why do you care whether I’m safe or not?” she whispers, her voice a soft caress that sends my heart clenching painfully with want. Even when crowded by a monstrous man to a tree, she doesn’t rage or fight to escape. Instead, she watches me curiously for my reaction, her beautiful green eyes blinking up innocently at me. “Callan?”

“Because you’re mine!” I growl, bringing my left hand to her neck and sliding it to her nape. “You belong to me, Emily. I cannot stand the thought of you getting hurt in any way. A paper cut on your precious finger would hurt worse than any bullet that’s ever pierced through my skin. Absolutely nothing is allowed to hurt you!”

Her eyes widen as I speak, but it’s not fear I read from them. I would expect my bold proclamation to scare her but instead, there is something akin to heat in her eyes. Almost as if she likes me claiming her.

Her eyes stray from mine for a second before she looks back up once more. “D-do you mean it?”

I comb my fingers through her long black hair before grabbing a fistful and tugging lightly, watching as her perfect lips part with a gasp. “Do you want me to repeat the words or would you rather I showed you?”

Her chest rises and falls as she lets out a shaky breath. “Show me.”

I trail my free hand down her form-fitting white shirt, watching as her nipples pebble behind the material. “How about I do both,” I say roughly, leaning down and brushing my lips gently over hers, pushing back when she leans into the kiss. “You have no idea how torturous you are, the power you have over me. Getting to see your perfect little body, and not being able to touch you. Kiss you...”

She whines when I kiss the corner of her mouth, ignoring the harsh throb of my cock begging for release. “Callan–”

“You are mine, angel.” I grind harshly, pushing closer to her. She gasps when I pin my dick between her legs, groaning roughly at the friction of my hard cock rubbing her clothed pussy. “You became mine when you walked into this god-awful town, and I’m going to fuck this perfect little body and erase all the other men that have touched you before.”

With those words, I dip my mouth down to hers roughly, and her lips part with a whimper as she opens up to take me in. I tug at her hair to tip her head back as I lick our tongues together, fucking her pretty mouth in ways I have only dared to dream of before this moment.

Christ, she’s perfect.

The little whimpering noises she makes at the back of her throat when I sink deeper into the kiss are nothing like I imagined. No, they don’t come close. They’re needy, almost as if she’s wanted me for as long as I have craved her, but that can’t be right.

A beauty like her would want nothing to do with a beast like me and yet, she traces her fingers up my chest and to my scarred jaw as I twist my lips hungrily over her, her sexy little mouth kissing me back just as hungrily, albeit with hints of awkwardness, but I don’t care. I rock my cock against her roughly, causing her to mewl and writhe against me.

“Want you,” I rasp into the kiss, dropping my free hand to her stomach, and slipping my hand under her shirt, caressing my way up to her stomach with light, teasing touches. She whimpers when I palm her supple tits over her bra, before pinching her beaded nipples between my fingers. “I need to fuck you baby. Rut you so hard your little group will hear you from the top of the mountain.”

At my words, she pulls back from the kiss to lock her eyes on mine and this time, there is alarm displayed in those pretty eyes. “H-here?” she whispers nervously, and I can’t help but stare at her perfectly swollen lips. “You mean you want to do it here?”

“Are you worried about the wild animals? Don’t worry, you’ll hear a bark if–”

“It’s not that,” she breathes, bringing her hands down to my chest and fingering the buttons of my shirt, the move unsure… almost shy and it hits me like a ton of bricks. Something I hadn’t even considered because in no way on earth would I be the first person to touch this girl. That’s just not possible.

Emily Lane is as perfect as someone can get. She is beautiful inside out. Surely, she’s had a mile-long line of men queuing for her attention. Right?

“Tell me,” I say, my heart hammering fast and cock pushing hard against my fly as I try not to jump to conclusions, but her shyness is chipping at my control.

“I…” her cheeks flare up with heat and she ducks her head as if to hide from me, but I don’t let her, grabbing her chin and tilting her head up.

“What is it, Princess,” I rasp, leaning down and kissing her lips. It’s a slight brush of lips but it sends her breath racing. It takes everything in me not to move further in and take everything but first, I need to understand what she wants.

I watch as her tongue sneaks out and she nervously wets her lips before speaking. “You said you want to erase all the men that have touched me but… there is no one to erase.”

Jesus Christ, she is a virgin.

I have been with women before I met Emily. Nothing that lasted more than a couple of days. None of the women I was with wanted more than a few nights with the beast and that worked perfectly for me. It never once crossed my mind to chase after them either once they had served their purpose. The military was my life, and I poured everything into it, leaving me an angry shell of a man who after a while, wanted nothing to do with relationships or the feelings associated with them. Then I met Emily, a girl who rolled into town at the same time I came to bid my goodbyes to my brother. And I was hooked.

From the moment I saw her in that tight little waitressing uniform, I knew there would never be anyone else for me. She was it. I wanted the girl more than I did my next breath.

I wanted to fuck her on every inch of my property and get her swollen with my child. I dared to dream of having a family with the angel, and to think that she’s a virgin…

Fuck!

A growl climbs up my throat at the thought of being the first man to touch her in this way. No, I cannot fuck her in the middle of the woods for her first time no matter how much my cock pleads with me to do so, but that doesn’t mean I can’t show her the extent of my need for her.

With a deep groan, I drop my mouth back down on hers, the kiss wet and needy, almost obscene, as I lick our tongues together. She whines into the kiss when I slide my hand down her stomach and to her leggings, dipping my fingers into her waistband. Her breathing grows rugged along with mine as I slip my fingers between her thighs to find her panties drenched. Her knees buck when I drag my knuckle over the valley of her sex and she whimpers, wrapping her arms around my shoulder to hold herself up.

“Callan,” she cries out when I slide my fingers into her panties, sucking in a sharp breath when I find her folds sodden with arousal. Christ, she’s so perfect, I want to lick every last inch of her, kiss the spots no other man has ever touched, and finally claim her as mine.

“Trust me, Princess,” I say ruggedly, kissing her lips before trailing my mouth down her jaw, licking the path down her earlobe and to the smooth column of her neck, giving her a soft nip at her collarbone. “Let me take care of you.”

She nods eagerly, and that brings a smile to my face, albeit pained. I kiss another trail down her throat, releasing the hold I have on her hair to pull up her shirt. Tugging down her bra in a swift movement, my mouth finds her tits immediately and I don’t hesitate to devour them. She cries out, falling back against the tree when I wrap my hungry lips around her beaded nipple and suck eagerly at the bud.

Her fingers dig into my shoulder as I lose myself in the intoxicating taste and scent that is uniquely her. "Oh God, Callan..."

I release her wet nipple with a loud crude pop before dragging my tongue down her stomach. I draw my fingers from inside her to shove down her leggings and panties to her ankles, leaving her naked in front of me, a dish waiting to be consumed. The sight of her wanting and waiting sends my cock jerking behind tightly in my pants begging for release.

"You’re so fucking gorgeous, princess," I rasp, dropping to my knees on the forest floor. I tug her leggings completely off, and with my eyes locked on hers, I guide her to open her thighs wider and expose herself to me more, all pink and drenched.

I lean in and inhale her intoxicating peachy scent, my mouth watering with the need to taste her, so I do it. I barely catch her pleasured cry when I lean in and drag my tongue over the valley of her sex, groaning deeply as her sweet flavors explode in my mouth. With a rough growl, I lean in and suction my mouth over her clit, bathing the swollen nub with rough strokes that sends her bucking against me but it's not enough.

With her, I can't get enough.

There is a deep hunger in me to take more. To bury myself inside of her until I can't tell where she begins or where I end - until we're one. So, I take more, digging my heavily calloused fingers into her thigh as I bury my face deeper between her legs.

More!

I need more! Need to see this girl fall apart in my arms and to know I brought her to that point.

"Mine!" I growl roughly and the vibration seems to set her off as well as she starts moving her thighs restlessly against my tongue. The move is unsure at first, but she soon gets over her shyness and starts to ride my face in firm strokes, her broken whimpers quickly turning into pleasured sobs.

"Callan...oh God!" She cries out, bringing up her left foot and resting it over my shoulder, rocking harder over my tongue. She seems too far gone to realize how much of herself she's exposing to me and... it's perfect.

The way she surrenders to me, putting all her trust in me, sends my heart clenching painfully with the need to confess just how deep my feelings for her run.

But I bite back my words, choosing instead to show her. I wrap my mouth around her clit and apply suction on the swollen bud, causing her to cry out louder, her sex pulsing wildly over my lips, even as her thighs begin to shake. Her cries grow fevered when I apply even more pressure on her clit sending her right over the edge.

She orgasms with a scream, one that echoes throughout the forest. Her body trembles beautifully as I lap at her arousal, drawing out her climax until she's shaking against me, her knees threatening to give. With a last kiss to her glistening pussy, I get up to my feet and grab her nape, locking my lips with hers in a deep kiss.

My cock throbs hard as I battle with my zipper to get it out of its tight confines. I break the kiss as my breathing grows rugged as I stroke my hard cock.

Gentle fingers caress my face, and I look down to find her cheeks flushed as she watches me under glassy eyes. "What can I do?" She whispers. "Anything..."

Her words trail off when I grab her hand and bring it to my shaft, her gasp drowned by my rough growl at the feel of her soft hand on me, she only needs to stroke me once before I am spilling an endless string of white all over her hand and mine. I come with a rough grunt, burying my face in her neck as I rub my seed over her stomach, painting her with my cum.

Mine!

I take her lips back with mine and kiss her hard – possessively. She moans into the kiss, her eyes dazed when I push back to look at her.

"I will kill anyone that thinks they can steal you from me," I say ruggedly, drinking up her soft expression. "You belong to me now, princess. You're mine!"

She nods, licking her lips, and I can read the heat in her eyes. A perfect reflection of the heat burning in mine. No, we're not done. After weeks of wanting – craving her, I'm finally going to show Emily Lane our home.

I help her straighten her clothes, and when I extend my hand for her to take, she grabs it without a word.

After weeks of waiting, tonight I finally mark Emily Lane as mine.