I looked over in time to see him jump from a standstill and roll into a backflip. He threw the Frisbee when he was at his peak, but instead of making a direct course to Aver, it hit the tree next to him, bounced off the trunk, and careened into a copse of tight trees and bushes that were directly behind me.
"I'll get it!" I shouted, hopping to my feet. I liked the chance to move and the chance to not think. I hadn't been feeding off of Wyatt's energy very much lately. I wasn't sure why, since it still affected me as strongly as it had the first time. Somehow, it felt too intimate now, like I couldn't do it without his permission, and if I didn't ask, I shouldn't do it.
But I'd also promised him I wouldn't feed off of anyone else either, which meant while my stomach was full of food, my chest rumbled with hunger.
I picked through the bushes, getting a scratch down my arm when I failed to dodge a branch as it swung back toward me.
I spotted the Frisbee laying at the base of a tree, next to a trunk that had fallen so long ago, other trees had begun growing from it.
I guessed when you were a tree, you lived to tower above everyone else, or you fell and acted as their foundation. I bent over the log to reach the toy when I felt a heavy hand smack against my bottom.
"Do you come here often?" Wyatt asked.
I laughed, still bent over the log. I braced my hand beneath me, preparing to push off it to get up, but Wyatt's hands between my shoulders kept me down.
"What's the rush?" he asked, petting my back.
When it came to sex, the man was insatiable. It didn't matter how many times we had sex or at what intensity—he went balls-out, every time. And he was always ready for more.
He tugged at my shorts, and I wiggled to allow him easier access. That was all the foreplay either of us needed. My body was always ready for him. Even when he woke me up from a dead sleep, which he'd done once already today, I awoke primed and prepared. My body craved his dick almost as much as I was beginning to crave his energy.
"Are you feeling okay?" Wyatt asked as he fondled my bare ass.
I shook my head. I was fine enough to keep going without stopping to talk. Now that he was back there, I wanted him in me more than air. I supposed I should have worried that we were still in the park and that, while the vegetation around us made it so we couldn't see the parkgoers around us, we could still be heard.
But I knew Wyatt wouldn't put me into a situation that would make me feel uncomfortable, not in that way anyway. All my discomfort with Wyatt came from not knowing where we stood. Or knowing and wishing I stood a little higher in his book.
"I need to eat," I confessed so he would drop this and get to the part where he fucked me. We couldn't have much longer before the others came looking.
"I can make you something—"
"Not that kind of eat," I said. We'd just had lunch, and Wyatt had been so busy feeding me, he'd hardly eaten. It should have probably been weirder that Wyatt insisted on feeding me so often, but I'd started chalking it up to his overall dominance. He liked to claim he was more easygoing than his cousins, but really, each of the Walker cousins seemed to like the things in their lives a certain way.
"You haven't been sipping from me? Have you been eating from someone else?" he asked with a little growl coloring his tone.
"No, I told you I wouldn't. And I haven't been eating from you because I didn't want to be rude."
He squeezed my cheek hard enough it sent a thrill racing up my spine. "Well it isn't rude. Do it. Just with me, though. Okay? I don't want any of the others… just take from me."
He was probably worried that what I did could hurt them. I knew it didn't. I'd been sucking the energy from the people in my uncle's life for decades, and nothing ever happened to them. My uncle just liked to keep the fight out of them, as he said. "Make 'em docile," was what he always used to tell me.
"Okay, Wyatt." I nodded and opened the link I'd felt forming between us. It had cropped up a few days ago, and I found I could feel Wyatt even when he was moving downstairs at the bar. When he walked outside to take out the trash or say hello to someone passing by, I felt it. I figured it was an aftereffect of being around him so often, since I'd never felt anything like that before with anyone else.
His power flooded my body, like rain soaking into the cracked ground after a drought. I shivered and moaned. I'd never be satisfied again, knowing there was a person out there who could make me feel like this.
"Better?" Wyatt moaned, his voice husky as well. He should've felt only tired after I drew from him, but his lids were heavy with desire. His dick prodded my ass, and I stretched back, digging my fingers into the crumbling log.
"Much better." I wasn't sure if I was commenting on the sudden feast of energy or on how good he felt. I'd become addicted to both feelings.
He thrust quickly, getting right to the point. He could play my body like an instrument by now, and all he needed to do was change the angle of his thrusts, make it so he was hitting that spot inside me, and I was suddenly fighting my orgasm. I let him have his way with me, knowing that was the surest route to pleasure.
Full and complete access and control of my body.
Dimly, I was aware of how much more this would make it all hurt after, when the six months was up and our deal was settled, but I'd take the pleasure now even if it meant pain later—it was that good. "Get what you need, dirty boy," Wyatt whispered. "Getting fucked in a park. You're so naughty."
I didn't point out that Wyatt was the one currently fucking me. I mewled and pushed back, his words pushing me over the edge of oblivion. My muscles clamped down, milking Wyatt's cock while pleasure rippled through my body, ensuring Wyatt had claimed every part of me. I didn't know who my body belonged to before Wyatt. I certainly had never felt in control of myself, but now that this possessive, dominating man was in my life, my every limb was his.
"Wyatt!" Aver called out sharply.
Wyatt cursed low and under his breath. "I didn't think this one through, baby," he admitted sheepishly.
I should've been concerned about how I was going to exit these sex bushes, but I was mostly fixated on his use of baby. He'd called me other names, mostly naughty ones, but this was more of a term of endearment. A glowing warmth warred with frigid paranoia in my gut. I wasn't Wyatt's baby, not for forever anyway. "It's okay. Go. I'll clean up."
Wyatt hesitated. We'd straightened and had started to try to adjust my clothing, but there was an amount of cleaning I needed to do before I could finish, and Aver hadn't stopped hollering his name. If we took much more time, he'd probably bust into these trees with us.
"Go, really. I got this." I fumbled for the small pack of wipes I'd taken to carrying with me. I could never be sure where the mood would strike Wyatt, but I knew I wanted to be ready.
He hesitated again, and I pushed his bicep.
"I'll be right behind you. Just let me wash up."
He still frowned but nodded, backing up as he watched me.
I smiled, feeling better than before I'd entered the bushes—not only because of the midday quickie, but because of the little push of power I'd taken.
My smile seemed to do the trick, and Wyatt left me to clean up the aftermath of our passion. When I was finished, I crumpled the wet wipes into a ball and went looking for a trashcan.