Wings of the Walker - CoraLee June Page 0,313

Huxley’s new way of coping with his incessant need to protect those that he loved.

I’d happily let him use me up till there was nothing left.

I groaned when his hand snaked up to grab my ass. My trousers were too restricting. I wanted to be bare to him. “You keep making noises like that, I’ll have to take you right here, little Walker,” he said before bending over to bite my shoulder, marking me with his sharp teeth as I groaned once more, this time with more enthusiasm. I wanted him to follow through on his threat.

“How long do we have before we leave?” he asked before letting my leg down, only to swoop me up into his arms to cradle me in his chest.

“An hour. Maybe a little longer,” I replied as he went deeper into the woods, keeping his eyes, the color of juniper, on me.

“Good. I think I could use the distraction.”

He found an area with soft grass, hidden by the lush, white forest. He laid me down before slipping his fingers through the loops of my pants and tugging them over my hips. “Now,” he began before pausing to stare at my creamy skin and trembling legs. I was shaky with my need for him. His eyes flashed to mine before he continued, “Just because I’m not going to fight it, doesn’t mean I’m not going to have some rules for you.” I quickly removed my shirt and bra then lifted up on my elbows to look at him as he tossed my pants off to the side.

“Rules?” I asked. He reached behind his head to tug his grey, cotton shirt off then frantically removed his pants before lying down beside me.

“Rule one.” He wrapped his leg around me before drawing me closer. I could feel his hardness. “You stay by my side at all times. And if you can’t be at my side, then you stick to one of the other guys. I want eyes always on you.” He peered deep into my hooded gaze to punctuate his point, and I saw a hint of fear there. I knew he was pushing his demons away.

“I can do that,” I said before jetting my hips forward and placing one of my legs between his, our bodies like a complex knot.

“Rule two,” he then said before kissing me. This time, his kiss was harsher. We were a mess of colliding intentions, teeth nipping for blood and assurance that everything would be okay. I gasped while pouring my faith into him. He abruptly pulled me away. “You better tell me if you feel scared or uncertain at any time. I need you to be honest with me. I need you to tell me what’s on your mind, even if it means looking weak.”

That would be a hard rule to follow. Last night was evidence of how difficult I found speaking my piece. I couldn’t tell him everything because the truth was that I was scared. Everything about this mission was terrifying. But fear was a healthy emotion. It didn’t help to speak about it or dwell on it.

Instead of answering, I wrapped my hand around his neck and pulled him even closer. I looked him in the eye before kissing him once more. But this time, he didn’t respond. He forced his lips into a firm line, refusing to part at my attempt at distracting him.

I pulled back. “I’m scared, Hux. But it doesn’t do me any good. I was scared when I killed Cavil. I was scared when I left Stonewell Manor. Fear is normal, but I’m scared that if I tell you when I’m feeling it, it’ll just make you spiral.”

He rewarded me with another smoldering kiss. “As long as you’re honest about what’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours, I can keep my demons away. I’d rather know you’re feeling scared than have to worry about you being reckless.”

Huxley then removed his leg from around me and pushed me onto my back. He straddled my hips before grabbing my hands and pressing them into the grass at my head. “What’s the next rule?” I asked as heat flooded me. I could feel wetness painting my inner thighs as he leaned forward to once again nip at my lips.

“The final rule,” Huxley growled over my skin before positioning himself at my entrance. I felt him bump against me, teasing me with that fullness I knew he could deliver, without fully granting me the pleasure