Red: Into the Dark (10 page)

Red

“We need to train you.”

“Um, what?” I must be hearing things because I could have sworn Nash just said he wanted to train me. Somehow, I get the feeling he’s not talking about the sweet-yet-sassy-submissive kind of training, either. You know, the kind of training he could spend hours doing with vibrators and handcuffs and butt plugs and rope.

No, he doesn’t have that kind of training in mind, and it sort of makes me want to pout.

“Red, you know he’ll be back.” It’s not a question. There’s no doubt in my mind. Jeffrey might not know I’m at the cabin, but he knows I’m in the woods. I need to make a move, and I need to make it soon. I can’t just be a sitting duck.

Whether he comes to me or I go to him, there’s going to be a fight.

And I need to be ready.

I take a deep breath and nod, expecting that to be the end of it for now, but then Nash throws a curveball at me.

“What’s your real name?” He asks with a twinkle in his eye.

“What?”

“It’s not really ‘Red’ is it? I mean, don’t get me wrong, it’s a lovely name, but I get the feeling it’s a nickname.”

“It is. My grandma started calling me Red when I was just a little girl. I suppose it just stuck. I never go by anything else.”

“But what’s your real name?”

I hesitate for a moment, smiling shyly. I probably look like a huge dork, but this is kind of special. I’m about to tell a boy my real name for the first time in –oh – forever.

What if he doesn’t like it?

“Scarlett.”

He laughs.

“You’re joking.”

“Nope,” I shake my head. “My parents must have had a sense of humor or something. They named me Scarlett, this beautiful, elaborate name, yet their only daughter goes by Red. Go figure. Can’t get much more ordinary than that.”

“I don’t think you’re ordinary.”

“Well, you are the only one.”

I shake my head. I have failed in so many ways. My whole life could be written and laid out as a “what
not
to do” manual.

Yet Nash isn’t looking at me like he’s disappointed in me.

No, Nash is looking at me like he wants to fucking devour me.

Suddenly, I’m a bit frightened.

“What?”

“I don’t ever want to hear you talk bad about yourself again.”

“Oh, you don’t, do you?”

“No, I don’t. I don’t like it when people are mean to the ones I love.”

I raise an eyebrow.

“That’s a bit dramatic. Love? You barely know me.”

“I know enough.”

“You don’t know anything.” I turn to go back into the cabin, but he grabs my wrist. He’s gentle enough not to hurt me, but firm enough to let me know what he wants.

He wants me to stop, to listen, to hear what he has to say.

“I know a lot more than you think, Scarlett.”

Something happens when I hear my name – my real name – on his lips. I quiver a little bit inside. Maybe I even get a little wet. I don’t know. All I know is that I’m suddenly completely aroused, completely naked, and my nipples are hard.

His skin feels like fire against mine and I’m filled with the urge to take a step forward and rub myself against him. Would Nash like that? Would he like to feel me rub my breasts up and down his bare chest? Would he like to feel me run my fingers down his spine and cup his ass?

Would he-

“Baby, you’re killing me,” he whispers, and I’m reminded that he’s a shifter, with shifter senses. He can smell my arousal.

I blush.

Oops.

He strokes my cheek softly and shakes his head.

“You don’t know how perfect you are, do you?” I glance down at myself and shrug. I stand by what I said earlier: I’m nothing special. Nash doesn’t seem to think so, though, because he curls one finger beneath my chin and tilts my face up to meet his gaze.

His eyes are fire as he looks at me and my skin heats. I lick my lips and his eyes instantly dart to the movement. What is he going to do to me next? I’ve been with men before, but I’ve never felt like this. I’ve never felt like one touch could set me aflame.

I’ve never felt like I might float away or explode.

I’ve never felt both at the same time.

Nash leans down and presses his lips to mine. The connection is instant and my pussy clenches at the sensation. Oh, this is good. A girl could definitely get used to this. Unlike some kissers, he doesn’t completely dominate my mouth. Instead, he takes his time exploring me, probing me, feeling every part of me.

His tongue traces the seam of my lips, and then he moves to my ear and whispers.

“You’re perfect, Scarlett. You have the sweetest tits I’ve ever seen.”

I know I must be blushing eight shades of red, but he ignores it and continues. He kisses my neck, nibbling my skin. I’m still a little tender and sore from being roughed up yesterday, but Nash is insanely gentle with me. He kisses and sucks at my clavicle. I never knew this could be sexy, yet it is. Everything about what he’s doing is sexy.

I’m dying with need as he kisses down my arm and back up. He repeats his treatment on the other arm, then cups my face again.

“You’re perfect, Scarlett. You have the sweetest body I’ve ever seen.”

He kneels then, and I know what’s coming. Every inch of my body is on fire with need, yet I stand perfectly still as he goes to his knees on the wooden porch of the cabin and looks up at me, silently asking me for permission.

Even now, even in the heat of the moment, Nash is nothing like the other men.

He would never harm me, never hurt me, never lose his control with me.

I nod as I look at him, quietly giving him permission to do what he wants to me. I know this is going to be a life changing day for me and I don’t intend to miss out on any of this.

A year ago, a month ago, hell, even a week ago, I would have said “no.”

I would have pushed him away and come up with an amazing excuse for it. I would have said I was too busy, too tired, too swamped with work or school. I would have said it was inappropriate. I would have said “I’m not looking for a relationship right now.”

I would have said a million different things and they would have all been lies because right here, right now, all I want is Nash.

He kisses the rest of the way down my chest until he’s nuzzled between my breasts. They’re normal breasts. Like the rest of me, I consider them to be perfectly average. I’m a full “C” cup and my chest is sprinkled with little freckles.

I think Nash likes them.

He licks between my breasts, then shifts to one side and takes my nipple in his mouth. I let out a groan when he does. He’s not sucking slow or softly now. No, Nash is practically devouring me with need in this moment.

He’s going to make me come undone.

My hand grips the railing and I hold on tight. My knees wobble and threaten to give out at this moment, but I can’t fall. I need this too much. I want it too much. Nash has been nothing but perfect the entire time I’ve known him: as a wolf
and
as a man.

Today, in the pale morning light, I want to show him just what that means to me.

So I stay still as he continues his exploration, knowing that soon it’ll be my turn. Soon I’ll get to do the same to him. Soon I’ll get to touch every inch of
his
skin.

I close my eyes, focusing all of my senses on what he’s doing. His hands and tongue glide along my skin and I want to memorize the way they feel. Years from now, if I manage to make it out of this alive, I’ll remember this moment.

I’ll remember the moment when Nash saw me for me and made me free.

I’ll remember the moment when Nash released me from the prison of ordinary.

I’ll remember the moment when Nash made me feel beautiful.

He bites my nipples gently, each in turn. The sensation is pain mixed with pleasure, but I actually kind of like it. Who knew? It’s nothing like I’ve ever felt before, but I think I could get used to it. His hands grip my ass and he pulls me into him, pressing my breasts tighter into his face.

I couldn’t possibly get any closer.

And he’s tasting me.

“You’re delicious, darling,” he murmurs, and I grip his shaggy hair. He keeps it just a little bit too long, just a little bit past the line of “businessman” and into the “edgy musician” area. If I were meeting him in another situation, I would guess that he was in a band or worked at a coffee shop.

I wouldn’t guess wolf, but I can see it now.

“More, please,” I murmur, not sure what I want. I don’t know what I need in this moment, just that it’s not enough. This isn’t enough. I’m craving all of him, everything he has to give me. I’m craving his touch on me, his body, his heart.

I don’t even know.

I just know that I need Nash to completely own me right now because in this moment, I am lost.

He smiles up at me and I get the distinct impression he was waiting for me to start begging before he moved his lips lower. He kisses me softly on the belly, moving down my abs. He makes his way to my hips and nibbles, bringing those nerves to life. He repeats the treatment on my other side and soon I’m panting for breath, knowing where this is leading, knowing that he’s so close he can smell me.

He’s so close that he’s about to taste me.

“You’re beautiful, Scarlett,” he murmurs.

Then he licks me.

Red

My body ignites as Nash swipes his tongue across my heated skin. He licks my pussy like he’s a starving man and I’m the only thing that can satisfy. When I come, I cry out and my voice echoes throughout the forest.

I melt, my legs giving out. Nash chuckles and catches me, then carries me into the cabin. He closes the door behind him with his foot, then walks me over to the bed. He sits and holds me on his lap.

Nash smells so good.

I lean my head against his chest as he strokes my hair and whispers sweet nothings to me. In this moment, I feel perfect. I’m no longer the girl with the broken heart or the lost family. I’m no longer the loser who was too ordinary to get married or fall in love. I’m no longer the plain Jane wannabe.

I’m just me.

And I feel so complete.

He tilts my chin up and claims my mouth, once more dominating all of my senses.

“You’re so fucking amazing, Scarlett,” he murmurs, no longer calling me Red. Not that I mind. It’s just that I haven’t been called by my real name in so long I’ve sort of forgotten that it’s me he’s talking to. “So beautiful,” he kisses me again and again.

I’m floating on a high and I don’t think I could touch the ground again, even if I wanted to.

***

Nash

She doesn’t know how beautiful she is. How could this be? How could this gorgeous girl be at this point in her life and
not
know that she’s fucking amazing?

When Scarlett came on my face, I thought I would shoot my load right there on the porch. I literally almost came like a fucking teenager with no self control. She’s sweet and spunky and I just want to spend the whole day in bed with her.

She’s on my lap and I’m kissing her, completely enveloped with her. I don’t smell the forest or hear the birds anymore. I don’t scent the sweet pine trees or worry about the sounds of little animals playing.

No, the only thing I can hear is her heartbeat.

The only thing I can smell is her lust.

“Tell me what you want,” I murmur against her lips, kissing her once more. She’s sideways on my lap with one arm around my waist and the other resting on my chest. She traces her fingers up and down my abs and up to my nipples. Then she pinches, just a little, just enough to make me groan for her.

She chuckles.

“Brat,” I mutter, but Scarlett just laughs. She pushes her hair back from her face and looks up at me.

“This is crazy,” she whispers, and I nod. She’s right. It is. Who would have thought that a lonely wolf would find a sweet-as-pie human in his cabin? Who would have thought a tragedy would push us together this way? Who would have thought we would find each other?

But now we’re together, and my whole body is alive with need.

I need her.

All of her.

Scarlett kisses my neck and runs her nails down my arm. Her eyes meet mine and they’re blazing with need. I wonder how long it’s been for her. I wonder if it’s ever been this passionate or this extreme. It never has for me. Never, and I’m no angel.

I grip her waist and lift her so she’s straddling me. Scarlett wraps her tight legs around my body and I kiss her a little bit more. My dick is harder than it’s ever been and I know that I won’t last long once I’m inside her tight little body.

“Baby, you’re killing me,” I murmur, and she smiles. This is where the seductress comes out. Sweet, friendly Red is gone, replaced with sexpot Scarlett and she’s got dick on her mind. She grinds against me slowly, moving her hips in a circle. I bite my lip to keep from thrusting up into her. I want to, but this needs to be on her time.

Scarlett’s been through a lot this week, a lot more than any one person should ever have to go through, and I don’t want our first time to be ruined because I couldn’t control myself.

She leans forward and rubs her tits against my broad chest. My cock is poking at her belly, just begging for her to grant me access. My hands are at her waist, holding her in place, waiting for her to let me know when she’s ready for all of me.

And then Scarlett licks my neck, slowly, moving up to my ear. She nibbles a little, bites at me, and murmurs, “Fuck me, Nash.”

I don’t hesitate another moment. I roll us onto the bed so I’m hovering over her. Her legs are still wrapped around me and I plunge deep to her core. She cries out as I slide inside of her and my own voice goes husky with arousal and need.

This isn’t going to be some soft, romantic time together.

No, this is going to be what we both need: a hard, nasty fuck.

I plunge into Scarlett over and over again. Our bodies melt into a sweaty mess, but neither one of us seems to mind as she alternates gripping my hips with rubbing her tits. They’re bouncing so sweetly in time with our bodies. I lean my head down and flick my tongue across one of her nipples. She groans and clenches down even harder on me.

“Baby, I’m not going to make it much longer,” I murmur, and she nods.

“Come for me, Nash. Come inside me. Fill me up,” she begs. “Please,” she scrapes her nails down my chest, and it’s the “please” that makes me come completely undone.

I whisper her name as the orgasm sweeps over me and as I lower myself to the bed, still entangled with her body, I realize that I’m falling harder than I possibly thought I ever could.

I’m so hers.