48. Max

H e's alive.

"D-Draven?" I push myself back, pressing my hands to his chest.

" Oui, mon Petit Mouton ... it's me."

Wriggling from his hold. "Put me down Draven!" I shout. "Right now!" Doing as I ask, he releases me, and my feet fall to the floor. I push away, the blood still evident on my hand from where I shoved Troy's knife up into Jarvus's jaw.

"Max—"

"Don't!" I hold a finger up in his direction. Turning to face the rest of the attendees. I can feel the rage boiling in my gut. "Leave!" I command, scanning each and every one of them. Slowly, they begin to disperse from the area. All except Troy.

He looks between me and Draven. Pointing at him, I see the anger in his face with the revelation that Draven... is alive. "If she doesn't kill you, I will," he says as I turn away from him.

"Gabe was the dramatic one, not me damn it," he growls.

Walking to Jarvus's lifeless body, I press my foot to his skull and rip the hunting knife from his jaw. Wiping the excess blood from the blade onto the fabric of my leggings.

Still ignoring Draven, I turn the handle toward Troy. Taking it from me he smiles. "Well done Max," he whispers, grasping my shoulder, "you did great. Even if you didn't listen to me."

I hear the footsteps of him leaving and I wait. I wait for the silence to finally hit me, so I know there's nobody else but us.

"Max…"

"I said DON'T!" I shout, eyes bulging out of my head as I turn to him. "What the FUCK!?" I scream. Slamming my palms to his chest, the tears yet again, resurfacing. "You son of a fucking bitch ass MOTHER FUCKER!" I can feel the fury in my gut, and even though the pain in my stomach is still there, still burning, I can't stop my tirade of abuse to him.

I smack my hand across his face, needing to be on my tiptoes to reach him. "I hate you!" I cry, tears spilling over my cheeks. My chin wabbling as I scream again. "You took my choice to pick you away from me! You asshole!" Smacking my hands against his chest as hard as I can, my eyes so sore from the tears I shed for him, thinking he was gone from my life.

Holding both my wrists, he looks down at me. My eyesight more blurry than it's ever been before.

"Will you please let me just—"

"No!" I struggle to pull my wrists from his grasp, and he releases me instantly. "I... You... Fuck!" My hands find my face and I sob. "I h-hate you." Everything about me aches from head to toe, how can I be so angry at him, but at the same time, all I want is to hold him close. To let my heart finally feel what it's like to hurt for the one you love .

I'm trying to calm myself down, taking deep breaths and trying to remind myself he's here, with me. Not dead but right here.

He left me, he kicked me out and made me think I lost him.

He refused to let me choose him. Refused me the choice.

I need to kick his fucking ass.

But more than anything, I need him .

Fucking Asshole.

I'm going to kill him.

The pain in my side now gone due to the rage and adrenaline inside me. I won't be able to get rid of that anytime soon.

"Max, if you are going to blame anyone, do so to Gabe. Dramatic asshole," he groans, stepping closer to me as I look up into his eyes. Those eyes I'll never be able to forget.

I was ready to let myself die to be with him, does he not get that?! My head is spinning with what I want. I want to kiss him. For him to hold me and say those three words again to me.

Feeling the sting in my eyes, I grit my teeth. I also want to fucking kick his ass—even if that's impossible—for not allowing me to choose him !

"I had to do it. I couldn't let you die."

The words coming from his mouth, I know are true. I know he felt like he had no other choice. I desperately want to ask how he's alive, but right now I can't think. I know what I want and talking isn't it.

"Shut up, Draven," I demand.

" Merde! " he snaps. "You are so infuriating, Petit Mouton. Will you let me fucking explain?!"

" Fóllame Draven, o déjame ," I immediately cut him off. "Kiss me, baby." I whisper but all he does is stare at me. "Fuck me. Spank me. Make me feel alive and that you—we, are alive. Show me, Draven. Don't make me beg, not this—"

I don't get to finish the words before he's grabbing my face, and his lips are on mine. Bruising and harsh, sharing it between us like it's the last kiss we will ever have but more than that, we can have this forever. It's over, I won, he won.

We won.

"I hate you," I breathe against his mouth, knowing deep within my heart, I don't hate him at all. Everything about him is a form of something missing with my own self. I'd forgotten what the feeling of a beating heart was, up until the moment he forced his way in, bringing me back to life.

"Show me how much you hate me, mon amour ." Fuck, I'll never get sick of hearing those words come from his mouth. Our mouths fight for control of the kiss. His hands touching every inch of my body as though he will forget. He backs me up against a tree off to the side.

I can feel myself becoming wetter, a desperate need to have him fuck me. That's the only way this adrenaline will go. I'm drenched and I need him inside me immediately. I want to have that glorious feeling of him stretching me. As if knowing what I want, I feel him smile against my mouth.

Taking my hands he lowers them between us, never breaking the kiss, placing my hands on the buckle of his belt I scramble to undo it, yanking it from the loops of his black combats and throwing it to the floor.

"I want you so bad," I tell him as he snatches my neck in his hand, pushing me back roughly against the bark, the wood biting into the skin on my back. With the other hand, he peels the elastic from my hair, letting it fall loose.

I toe off my sneakers, curve my thumbs in the elastic of my leggings and shimmy them down my ass and legs, kicking them off beside me. I don't care who sees me or us right now. I'm desperate and fucking needy for him.

Wrapping his hand under my thigh he smirks, "Up." I give a slight jump and he brings me up against his body and I instinctively cross my ankles behind his back .

As he looks down between us, I pull his cock free from the elastic of his boxers, angling the head of it at my entrance and a Devilish grin forms on his face the moment he pushes deep inside me. A guttural groan fills the void in the forest, mixing with the high pitch mewl leaving my throat.

"Oh, my fuck..." My eyes momentarily roll back in my head at the feeling of him filling me to the hilt. Stretching me instantly. "Draven, fuck... fuck!" I cry as he pulls out slow, slamming back into me. "Yes... oh fuck yes!" I scream with animalistic desire.

"That's my girl," he growls, "look at how well you take every," thrust , "fucking," thrust , "inch!" Moving in as close as he can get, he releases my throat, pressing both hands underneath me and using his long fingers to spread me open. The ache in my side still very prominent but mixed with the sheer pleasure of him, has me crying out in pain and ecstasy.

"Harder!" I scream.

Leaning in he presses his mouth to mine. "Touch yourself, mon amour ." His heavy breathing sucking the oxygen from my throat. Lifting my free hand up, I look him dead in the eyes as I lick my middle finger and he groans. The way he feels pumping in and out of me makes my skin scream with excitement.

Lowering my hand to my swollen clit, I begin circling nice and slowly. "Ah, that feels so good." I arch my back as he begins fucking me like a man possessed, skin slapping against skin. Heavy and aggressive breathing sounding out as our bodies collide together.

The feel of his Jacob's ladder piercings rolling in and out causing the most amazing sensation. With an almighty crack, the sting on my ass fills me with a kind of ecstasy I've never felt and never want to feel from anyone but him.

Continuing to pump into me with an unrelenting force, and the angle he has me in is so deep, the pain turns into surges of undeniable pleasure. Fisting his hands in my hair, he drags my face up to look at him as my concentration has veered to watch his cock slamming in and out of me.

"Look at how fucking perfect you are." Gripping my jaw now. " Je t'aime , Max."

Those three words caused my eyes to fill with unshed tears from a man that saved me in all the ways I never knew I needed to be saved. He gave me everything I needed in such a short space of time. Gave me the time to become stronger, see myself for who I am and gave me the power to get though everything.

"I love you, too." I smile. Moving away from the tree, he crouches to the floor, sitting back and allowing me to take control, take what I need from him in this very moment. Again, another spank echoing into the air around us, I close my eyes and groan at the sensation of how deep he is.

"Eyes open Max." They snap open, and he breathes, "So, fucking perfect." The words welcome with every thrust. "Tell me again," he begs through his grunts.

I can feel the orgasm building more and more with every single thrust he fucks into me.

"Say... it... again," he grunts, meeting me thrust for thrust as I roll my body against him, and I can feel that familiar excitement in my lower stomach.

One of my arms presses to his chest as I lean forward and begin bouncing my ass up and down in a twerking motion.

"I love you," I breathe against him. "I fucking hate you too. Don't you ever leave me like that again, Draven. Or I swear I'll kill you myself."

Laughter forms in his chest but he smiles up at me. "Never, I belong to you," he growls. "As you belong to me."

"Yes," my mouth forming a perfect 'O'.

"Again, Max," he demands. "Fucking say it again!" His moans blending and swirling with mine.

" Te amare hasta mi proximo respiro, Draven. Y aun asi te encontrare en la proxima vida ! "

"Fuck baby, I love you too," he smiles broadly and it's the most beautiful thing I'll ever see. "Come for me, mon Petit Mouton ... come for me now."