Flame

by Clarissa Wild

  “What did you call me?” Hunter says.

  I shudder, my lip quivering as he rests his head on my shoulder. His fingers are digging into my flesh. I can feel it through my jeans, his possessiveness. He breathes in and out, his hot breath tantalizing my skin.

  “You think I’m a jerk?” he murmurs. He slides his hand further up my thigh, and a tiny sigh escapes my mouth. “You know that when you call me names, it excites me, right?” he asks.

  I nod a few times, holding my breath as he tightens his grip on my leg.

  “You should know that the feistier you get, the more I’m driven to conquer you. You fighting me only gives me more motivation to claim you. Do you know why?”

  I shake my head vigorously and he licks his lips in excitement. His fingers slip up toward my most sensitive spot and when they reach it, I swear I’m going to fall apart right there. I feel so ashamed, so embarrassed this is happening right now, in class, but at the same time I don’t want to stop him. This is so hot, I can’t even …

  “This here …” He slides his fingers up and down my pussy, making me gasp. My panties are getting wet from his whispers and dominating touch. My body craves him. My mind knows it should focus on studying, but it’s turning to liquid.

  “It’s mine. Doesn’t matter what the fuck you call me, but this is all mine. Mine.”

  My hand dives under the table, trying to pry him loose from my jeans, but he grabs my wrist with his free hand and pins it to the table.

  He grins. “I like the power I have when you let me love you. Claiming you gives me that power.” He rubs harder and harder, and I’m almost panting, trying to keep the noises from escaping my mouth. “And I know you like it. Do you think I don’t notice you looking at me like that with those hungry eyes? You want me to be this way.” Circling the pad of his thumb over my clit, I grow insane with lust.

  “But don’t you ever fucking call me a jerk again.”

  Suddenly his hand disappears from my pussy. I blink a couple of times. For a moment I’m fazed. With that, he completely ended the provocative assault on me, leaving me breathless, vexed. He’s smiling at me, a wicked flicker of joy growing in his eyes. He’s doing it on purpose.

  Oh … Sometimes I really want to kill him, but then I want to jump his bones at the same time as well. Confusing as hell.

  “Or I could just leave you like this. That would be a jerk move,” he says with a low, gruff voice. “Hmmm …”

  I let out a huge sigh and slam my lips together. He’s really playing with me now. Again. Just like he always does. I hate it. He’s such an asshole sometimes.

  I slam my books shut, shove them in my bag, and get up from my seat.

  “Where are you going?” he asks. “Class isn’t over yet. Sit down.”

  “Stop being such an asshole,” I say.

  He won’t let me study. He won’t let me pay attention. He plays with me, but then leaves me hanging on a thread. I’m done playing around. He needs to learn to take life more seriously, learn to take my desires more seriously, and needs to learn that his actions have consequences. I’m not in class to be his puppet. If I can’t even study in class, what’s the point in staying?

  So I pack my stuff and leave.

  CHAPTER 7

  STAKING CLAIMS

  Hunter

  Well, fuck me. That was stupid. I should’ve grabbed her and kept her down in her seat myself. I was caught off guard when she got up and ran. I didn’t expect her to do that. Especially not after what I did to her.

  Is it so wrong for me to want what’s mine? She’s pushing all my buttons and it’s only making me want to hunt her more. Why does she keep doing this? She knows what I’m like, and she and I both know she loves it.

  I snort and sigh. Still no reason to leave. Sometimes she’s so inexplicably annoying. But I don’t want her to run from me.

  Shit. I should go after her. I don’t want another fight. I’m not sure I would be able to handle it without kicking the shit out of someone or pounding in on the wall, so I’d better make this right before it blows up in my face.

  I grab my stuff and leave the classroom, bolting after her when I see her disappear into a hallway. I run after her and grab her arm, but she jerks loose.

  “Let go of me.”

  “No, I’m not gonna let you run away again.”

  “You can’t stop me.”

  “I can, and I will.” I grab her by the waist and push her into a corner. People are watching us, but I don’t give a shit. I don’t want her to leave. “Stop running away from me.”

  “Why do you keep doing this? Why do you keep playing with me? I’m not some toy you can mess around with!” she says.

  “I’m not playing with you. You called me a jerk. Did you expect praise?”

  She frowns, pursing her lips. “No, but you know how I feel about cheating with homework. You should take college more seriously.”

  I’m really not in the mood for a lecture right now. All I wanted to do was stare at her pretty tits the entire class, but she had to go and ruin it by calling me a cheater and then a jerk for admitting that I was watching her instead. She should know that her priorities are not mine. I’m not even sure I want to stay in college. My brain wasn’t made for it.

  “I’m taking this more seriously. You and me. Us. That’s my priority right now,” I say. “You’re making this whole thing bigger than what it actually is.”

  She leans forward, challenging me yet again. “You were fondling me under the table,” she whispers under her breath.

  “I told you I claim what’s mine. Whenever I want. Wherever I want. Especially when you’re getting on my nerves. See it as a way to cool down instead of getting all fired up about it.”

  “What?” she says, her jaw dropping. “You’re actually saying that you did this to reduce my annoyance with you?” She laughs like it’s the craziest thing she’s ever heard. I don’t know what else she expects from me. This is who I am. I don’t talk, I fuck. I don’t fight, I fuck. I don’t fix, I fuck. I just fuck. Period. That’s all I know, and that’s the only way I deal with things. I’m a physical creature. I never denied that. The momentary escape, the ecstasy, the release that comes with sex is enough to make me forget everything that ever happened. I wish it was the same for her.

  “I’m saying there’s nothing wrong with your desires, or mine.”

  She winces. “That doesn’t make it okay.”

  I’m leaning against her forehead, my fingers splayed on the wall beside her. The hall we’re in has been abandoned. People quickly walked away when they saw us arguing. They don’t want to be a part of it, which is good. It means I have her all to myself.

  “You’re my girlfriend, aren’t you?” I hiss.

  She swallows, visibly shaken by the word. Yes, I’m saying it out loud now. I’m not afraid anymore. Nor should she be. “If I want you, I want you. If I want to look at you, I will. If I want you to stop calling me names for loving you and doing everything to protect you and keep you from harm, I will make you stop.”

  She stares me straight in the eye, and I’m not breaking the contact either. We’re both angry, bumping heads, too proud to give in. She bites her lip, drawing the hunger out of me like she’s sucking it from my very soul. Goddamn, that woman is going to be the death of me.

  “If you don’t stop biting that lip, I’m going to have my way with you.”

  She smirks. “As if.”

  “Challenge accepted,” I growl.

  I crash into her lips with fervor. She’s taken by surprise, her lips still parted from the shock. Her mouth tastes delicious, and I can’t help ravish her in all her bashfulness. She’s not stopping me, so I see no reason to quit. Her hands find their way to my stomach, feeling their way up my muscles, and then I know she’s not going to fight me anymore. Good. She’s mine, and I get what I want. I kind of like the struggle. Makes it even hotter.

  Her fingers unravel me as she slips them around my neck, pulling me closer. I ta
ke it as a sign to claim her mouth with mine, ravaging her. My tongue dips out to coax her to let me in, and she does. Her moans inside my mouth turn me on so much my cock is twitching in my pants. All that back in class was just a start. Now the real deal comes.

  I knew when I rubbed her clit that she wanted me more than anything, and I knew it from the moment I grabbed her fine ass this morning that I was going to nail her in school. I don’t give a shit. I need her. Now.

  My body moves to the right, desperately finding the doorknob of the door adjacent to us so I can drag her inside and fuck her senseless.

  She breathes ragged breaths as my mouth unlatches from hers, and I open the door. I grab her arms and pull her inside. It’s a classroom, and there’s no one inside. Good. I slam the door shut behind us while locking it, too.

  “What are you doing?” she mutters.

  “What do you think I’m doing?” I growl, stalking toward her.

  She steps back, almost tripping over a chair, but I grab her wrist to prevent her from falling. I haul her to her feet, and she bumps into my chest, her perky tits right in my face. Her puckered nipples are showing through her shirt. Fucking hot.

  “We’re in school,” she stammers.

  I cock my head. “So? I don’t care. I told you I get what I want, and what I want is you.” My hand settles on her waist, pulling her close to me while I cup her chin with the other, forcing her to look at me. “Are you mine?”

  She nods, sucking her lip in such a seductive way it makes me grunt gutturally. “Say it!”

  “I’m yours …” she murmurs, her eyes smoldering with intensity.

  In an instant I smash my lips on hers. All the coiled up frustration and desire bursts out of me as I latch onto her mouth. My hand slides from her face to the back of her neck, and I desperately want to lock my tongue around hers. She wanted to be with me. This is the consequence. I’ll show her what I’m capable of. I’ll fight until I bleed for her, love her to death, and fuck her until we’re both so sated we can barely stand on our feet. I’ll do anything to make her stay, but I will never, ever, let her leave me again.

  Not anymore.

  Grasping her ass firmly, I turn her around and shove her against the wall. I’m ravaging her mouth with luscious licks. She tastes so fucking wonderful, and capturing her moans in my mouth excites me. I rub my cock against the fabric of her jeans, showing her that I mean business. She smells fucking incredible with her pine-scented perfume, and all I want is to bury my head in that little nook between her shoulder and neck while I fuck her senseless.

  Her eyes are hungry, lustful, ready for me. Our kiss deepens, our tongues exploring every crevice. Heat engulfs me as she entwines her arms around my neck and pulls me closer. The hotness of her mouth is driving me insane with lust. I feel like I have to show her who she belongs to. That she’s mine, and mine alone, so that she won’t leave me. Never again.

  “You can keep fighting me all you want, but I won’t stop loving you,” I say with a husky voice. My lips brush hers as she desperately tries to latch onto mine again, but I hold a finger in between us. She needs to know one thing about me. I still think she doesn’t realize what she got herself into when she gave herself to me, so I think I should make it clear once and for all. “You wanted me. I told you once you’re with me, you’re in it fully. Completely. Mine. I am not kidding when I say I won’t let you leave me. I won’t be able to handle it without turning crazy mad. I might even want to kill people. That’s how angry I get when you attempt to abandon me. Do you understand that?”

  “Yes. I won’t abandon you,” she whispers against my lips. Does she really realize that I mean forever? Can she grasp the reality that there’s no going back to the way it was before she met me? I hope she does.

  Her fingers are slipping over my chest and arms, teasing me. I know what she’s doing, seducing me, and I brought it upon myself the moment I touched her. Still, I need to tell her this. I need to know if this is going to work. I need to hear her say it.

  “Tell me you will never leave me.”

  “I won’t … I promise.” Her eyes are pleading for mercy, begging me to give her the release she’s been craving since I touched her in class. Her fingers are still rubbing my chest, trying to drag me closer by my shirt, but I don’t want to kiss her yet. Not until I know for sure she won’t ever betray me. So I grab her wrists and pin them to the wall.

  “Look at me,” I say. “You said you can handle me. That means always. When I’m in trouble, when we’re in class, when I’m failing, when I struggle, when we laugh or cry. Even now. Whenever I make love to you in whatever way I want. Can you really give it your all?” I suck on the inside of my cheek for a moment as she takes a short, ragged breath. “Think hard, because this is permanent. I don’t give up easily, especially not on you, so if you play, you play for keeps.”

  “I don’t need to think about it. I already know the answer,” she mutters.

  “Which is?”

  A slow smile builds on her face, enlightening it. Amazing me. Beautiful in every way. “You. I want you. I just want the best for you, that’s why I didn’t want you to cheat.”

  “So you called me a jerk? I wasn’t even looking at your notes. I was looking at you. I don’t give a rat’s ass about school. I care about you. And I want you. I enjoy watching you. I enjoy touching you. And I don’t intend to stop. So what’s it going to be, huh?”

  “Yes,” she stammers.

  My finger moves from her chin down her neck to her sternum, where I find the place her heart is at. “This. Everything, needs to love me for the way I am.”

  “I will.”

  “Good.” A devious smile appears on my face as I finally have the answer I craved for all this time. She can’t back out from this now. I’ll remind her every time she tries that she promised me she’d stay. I need her as much as she needs me. She can’t deny that. The only thing to do is give in to it.

  And I plan to make her give in to me right now.

  My fingers fumble to undo the button of her jeans. As I get it loose, I rip down her pants and panties in one go, making her squeal. With my mouth on her shin, I drag my tongue all the way up to her thighs. She squirms from my touch. I steady her with my hands, grasping her ass as I lick my way to her pussy and lap it all up. She’s already soaked for me, which confirms she likes my dominance. Her mind and soul fight to stay in control, but with me she’s dying to give it up. She wants me to take over, and so I will.

  “Let me lick that beautiful pussy,” I murmur against her folds, sucking hard.

  She moans. “But you said …”

  “I said I’d be a jerk if I left you hanging, and I’m not. So what does that make me?” I lick and suck her clit so hard she has trouble staying put. With my fingers I part her legs, making sure she grants me access.

  She’s not answering my question, so I ease down, teasing her by sometimes dipping out my tongue and alternating it with soft kisses. She groans in frustration.

  I raise an eyebrow. “Am I a jerk now?” I ask, dipping my tongue into her folds.

  She gasps. “No.”

  “Then what am I to you?”

  “My …”

  “Say it.” My fingers dig into her skin as I lap her up.

  “My boyfriend.”

  I grin against her skin. “And?”

  “I want you.” The words come out softly, hesitantly, as if she’s still scared she might say something that makes me mad. Or that I’d hurt her. I would never.

  “Do you love me for who I am?” I ask.

  “Yes.”

  “How much?” I push my tongue against her clit, making her squirm. I flick up and down, sucking and kissing everywhere I go. She lets out a huge moan, accompanied by a big sigh. I chuckle. “That much, huh?”

  I leave her with one big suck and move back up, lifting her shirt over her head. She’s not wearing a bra today, which I already suspected thanks to her nipples sticking out when I started touching her. Bounc
ing up and down as I rip her shirt off her, they draw my attention like two headlights springing green. My mouth instantly moves in for the kill, cupping her perky nipple completely. I suck, hard, puckering them so I can play with them. I squeeze the other, and she moans in delight. Such an easy prey. I can’t help myself. I’m not sorry for doing what I love, which is fucking her.

  Undoing the button of my jeans, I pull out my cock and fish a condom from my pocket. I quickly put on the condom and push up against her, making her feel my boner. Prodding her with it seems to excite her as much as it does me, so I wrap my arms around her ass and lift her up against the wall. With her arms around my neck, and her beautiful tits right in my face, I can’t help but get so horny that I want to plunge into her.

  “I’m going to fuck you against the wall now. It’s going to be hard and fast, and you’re gonna love it. You ready for me?”

  “Hmmm …”

  My jeans aren’t even off yet, and I’m already lowering her onto my cock, slipping into her wetness with ease. She moans, licking her lips in anticipation as I push further inside. Grunting with pleasure, I ease into her, making sure she’s okay with me being so … blunt. My urges always take over. I can’t be anything else but a beast. Even if she wanted me to be something different, I’m not. I wish it was different, but I want her so much it hurts not to love her.

  She bucks her hips, meeting mine as I dive into her. Her nails scratch my back in a desperate attempt to pull me closer, deeper. Make me go harder. She’s so deliciously fucking hot and wet, I’m lost in her. My hips slap against hers as I fuck her harder than I ever have. Her eyes are on me all the time, settled on my perpetual gaze as I pound into her again and again.

  With a raspy voice, she moans, “Fuck …” It makes me want to plunge into her even more. I fight the urge to explode inside her; I want her to come first. I want her to feel me inside her as she comes, taking her, claiming her, owning her. Her orgasm is mine and mine alone to give.

  Her breath becomes shorter and shorter as I pump into her. She’s rising to her climax, so I keep my eyes on hers, watching her as she falls apart in my arms. Squirming against me, her pussy convulses into delicious spasms, and I feel every bit of it. Every tiny, undulating bit. And it’s all mine.