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onto the side of the road that was wooded. We stumble-stepped in a drunken kind of synch until we were in the thick section of trees. No houses, no people, just a barely moonlit trickle of a stream. My back hit the rough trunk of an oak and Alex bit my lip by accident.

    I hissed and Alex reached up to touch my mouth. “I’m sorry, Harper. So, sorry! I lost my balance and—”

    I grabbed his hair and pressed my front to his front. “Would you think I was a freak if I said I liked it?”

    Alex shook his head in the silvery light. “No. I could feel that you liked it. But I was afraid that I had hurt you. And I never want to hurt you,” he said.

    “Unless I want it,” I corrected.

    “Yes, unless you want it.”

    “Gently. Just bite me gently,” I said and let his mouth come down on my throat as his hands returned to pinch and stroke my breasts. He pushed up under my cardigan, my skin growing chill at first and then warming with his touch. When he feathered his thumbs over my nipples I moaned low, feeling the tug of arousal deep in my pussy. I wanted him again. I wanted him deep inside me, filling me and fucking me.

    His teeth nipped so that bright sparks of pain sparkled on my skin. My nipples spiked harder than before, my pussy going wet so that I could feel the slide of warm fluid in my panties. “Harder,” I said.

    Alex bit me harder and his hands found my jean button, he tugged and I helped him. “Am I being rude?” he asked. Poor thing, he really was lost at this.

    “Be rude,” I said. “Be rude some more.” I grabbed the front of his jeans and wrestled them until my hand was down inside his pants, holding his cock, touching him so that his breath came hard and fast and his tongue flicked out to touch mine.

    “Okay, I can do that.” He dropped to his knees and tugged at my jeans. Freed me from them so that when he stood and took my leg and wrapped it around his waist, I didn’t fall. My pussy spread and slick for him, he rubbed against me, his warm hard-on maddening against my flesh.

    “Condomcondomcondom,” I chanted and he sighed heartily.

    “I don’t need—”

    “I need it,” I admitted. “Please.”

    Alex closed his eyes and rested his forehead on mine. He never stopped bucking against me softly. A metronome of motion, sliding his hot skin to my wet slit. And then it was sheathed, his hard-on, and I laughed. “I’ll never get used to that.”

    “I’ll never get used to being reminded to do it,” he said, slipping the head of his cock into my pussy, pushing my arms low and back so that I had to grip the oak’s bark as it bit into my lower back, adding that sharp spark of pain that made my cunt go tight around his thrusting cock.

    “Sorry.”

    “Don’t ever be sorry with me,” he said and his mouth crushed down on mine. His lips and tongue bullying mine into submission. For an angel, he sure as hell could kiss me so that my ears smoked and my insides started to boil over.

    “Okay.” I let him push me hard to the trunk, pinning me helpless and tight to the tree, and my legs came up to wrap around his waist. He was as big to me as the monstrous oak. I opened for him, taking his cock as he thrust high and hard into me. “I won’t.”

    “Good. I know that you are this way because of the energy,” Alex said, bending his head at an impossible angle to suck at my nipple. He pushed my sweater high on my chest so that he could bite and suck until my insides grew tight around him and I bit my lip to keep from crying out and startling whoever the hell lived across the street.

    “Not entirely,” I corrected. I shifted under him, eddying like a tide, and he let me. I had experienced an influx of psychic energy before. I had been able to fend men off and once, even sent a boyfriend I was breaking up with home. Not with Alex. With Alex the insatiable feeling got the better of me. I almost told him he was different, but held it in.

    “But why am I this way? Psychic