Free Never Have I Ever by Alisha Rai

needed it, and then he’d hoist her up against the side of a tree, rip her panties off and fuck her as she screamed and squirmed under his body. The rough bark would bite into his hands where he braced them, but he wouldn’t care, would be unable to stop…
    The sound of panting filled his ears, and it took him a second to realize it was him, his breathing coming mostly from arousal and not exertion.
    Find your woman.
    Fuck your woman.
    The sentences became a never-ending loop in his head, reverberating through every cell in his body, commanding him, working him into a frenzy. He didn’t even need to look at the disturbed snow—he could smell her, so close, so close, soclosesoclosesoclose…
    He broke free from the stand of trees. Her ski suit made her into a target of puffy pink, small and defenseless in the huge backyard of the cottage. Like any good predator, he made sure she heard him too late. By the time she started to turn, he was in mid-leap. She could only get out a tiny squeak before he tackled her to the ground.
    Somehow, though he was in his frenzied state, he managed to keep her landing soft, cradling a hand under her head so she wouldn’t smack it against the snow, shifting his weight so he didn’t land on her.
    He kissed her, his desperation and need a living thing, uncaring that she still wore a ski mask, uncaring that she was bundled in layers of slick outerwear.
    She kissed him back eagerly, but it was the cold lips under his that made him draw back, reason entering his mind for the first time since he’d caught her scent.
    “Inside,” he said roughly.
    With the ski mask on, all he could see was her wild eyes and her lax, wet mouth. She grabbed him by the sides of his face and brought him down to kiss her again.
    He complied, surprised and hard. Was she as excited by this chase as he was? It was the slight touch of wetness on his wrist where his glove had separated from his jacket sleeve that brought him back to the world.
    “Too cold,” he rumbled, and moved off her despite her grasping arms.
    He hoisted her to her feet and glanced at the house. Eli was inside there.
    Good. Make him watch you take her. Maybe he doesn’t know yet that she’s yours. Force him to admit it.
    Taylor shook his head, trying to shove the vicious thoughts out. Images bombarded him again, even more dark and dirty, of Eli holding Ana still for his penetration. Fucking his wife’s mouth while the other man ate out her cunt, both of them driving her wild with pleasure.
    No! No. He’d never treat her like that.
    “Taylor, please, fuck me here. I need you so bad.”
    The dirty word coming from his wife’s sweet lips drove him even further into his dangerously borderline feral state. If she had had his higher body temperature, she probably could have easily been fucked into a snowbank, but she didn’t. And he feared what would happen if he did take her to the house to find Eli there.
    So he hoisted her into a fireman’s carry, ignoring her yelp of surprise, and made way for the huge storage shed. Despite its humble name, the space was large and neat, and most importantly, it kept the cold out.
    After he entered, he set her on her feet on the concrete floor and gave her a terse order. “Strip.” The interior of the large shed was already warmer than the outdoors, but he turned on the two space heaters on either end of the open floor.
    He stripped his own clothes off, tossing them into a pile on the ground, until he stood naked. By the time he’d done that, she’d just wiggled out of her tight boots and snowsuit and was about to pull her ski mask off. “Leave the mask on.”
    She blinked at him with her innocent doe eyes, taking in his naked and ready body. He stalked closer to her. “Do you have any idea what you’ve started here?”
    She shook her head and then gasped when he took her flannel shirt in his hands and ripped it clean down the center, buttons pinging everywhere. He shredded the shirt underneath it as