Thread: Wolf Mountain {Darkest Nightmare & Vertigis}

Logan left the still sulking Ethan to finish staking the tent alone and turned to follow Holly. He knew his brother was still upset at his words and likely trying to figure out how to undo Logan's plans, but Logan wasn't concerned, Ethan always fell into line eventually. As much as he protested and tried to act soft, he still had his brother's blood and it came out when needed. He'd have fun tonight, that was for sure. He could always blame it on the call of wild normal rules didn't apply out here. Not tonight for sure. How much Holly had overheard was definitely on Logan's mind as he followed the sexy blonde towards the water. She'd conveniently wandered a bit down the shore to a more secluded spot where the row of trees fronting the lake hid them from Tara and Ethan's view. With no one to see them, he might be able to talk her into some skinny dipping, or even more. Her ass, full and toned, swung deliciously before him in those khaki shorts and he cracked a grin as her hands went to the bottom of her tight green tank top to start to pull it over her head. The sight of her back appearing inch by inch, smooth and toned, was mouthwatering, and her breasts were delightfully full in that teasing pink bra as she turned to regard him. She looked so tempting in only her bra and shorts, backlit by the setting sun that was casting a warm, red light behind her. It was as if she was an erotic model beckoning him sensually for a romantic lakeside fucking, a pinch worthy fantasy come to life. Logan was already kicking his boots off, his grin turning into a hungry smile, when Holly spoke. Fuck, she'd overheard his ending words. Dammit. A little flash of angry annoyance surged through Logan and he had to resist the urge to say something or, even worse, do something rash. Instead, the big man let his smile fade and he simply unbuckled his jeans. With a smooth, easy motion, he pulled the thick black leather belt free and tossed it to the ground. His hands went to unfasten the worn denim's button and then he hooked his thumbs around the waistband of his jeans and boxer briefs, sliding both of them to the ground to step out of. Standing before the smaller woman fully nude, Logan knew he looked intimidating. Not only muscled, tall, and rugged, his body glistening with perspiration and flushed with desire, but also lewdly masculine, dark hair on his chest that ran in a trail down to the big cock that hung menacingly between his legs, already starting to thicken. The show was designed to vividly remind her that he was a real man, not some manscaped metrosexual that wanted to talk about his emotions. They were in the wilderness, miles from any help, and she was very much at his mercy in every way. Still without speaking, Logan crossed the short distance between them and scooped her up into his arms. His mouth lowered to hers as he held her in a strong embrace, one arm around her upper back and the other grabbing her ass. He kissed her hard and deep, a passionate and possessive kiss with his tongue delving freely into Holly's mouth. There was nothing sensual or romantic in the act, rather it was an aggressive, dominating and very sexual assault on her mouth, full of heat and ardor while showing her he was firmly in charge. As his lips moved on hers, Logan pulled her smaller frame tight against his muscled body, that act a potent reminder of just how strong he was. With the arousing feeling of her soft, warm flesh squirming against him, his cock began to harden, stiffening and pressing against her stomach. One hand went to tangle in a fist in her hair and Logan broke the kiss by tugging softly on her blonde locks, forcing her chin up and making her gaze meet his piercing blue eyes. Never read into what I say to my brother in private, he's got issues. But what of it? Tell me the truth, if I made you my bitch tonight, would you mind? Would I be a man you'd be proud to please? ---- Ethan glared at Logan's muscled back as his brother walked away. With Tara and Holly around, he had to bite his tongue, but he poured all his sudden anger into his eyes, which filled with murderous rage at his brother's receding form. The stakes were his next outlet of fury, and he used the hammer to drive the six of them into the hard, dry ground with reckless strength, almost bending the last one in half. With a deep breath to calm himself, he flung the hammer away and scowled. Saying that Logan could be an asshole was an understatement. Ethan's loud, confident and aggressive older brother liked to be the top dog and show everyone else he was in charge. And that included women. Ethan hadn't known better when he was younger, but these days he realized that just because they were brothers, he didn't have to do everything Logan did or even like the things Logan liked. Unfortunately, Logan didn't believe that Ethan wanted to go a different path and was still trying to reshape him to be his smaller, younger mirror image. Whatever Logan had planned for tonight, and Ethan was scared to think of what the possibilities could be, it was undoubtably something dark, twisted and distasteful. Logan's plans would be the kinds of acts that Ethan had tried futilely to forget he had been forced to participate in when younger. Shamefully, the dark side of Ethan's personality had enjoyed Logan's lessons at the time. But now, that dark side was a part of Ethan he didn't want to let out again. Ever. A slight glimpse of movement by the fire pit dragged Ethan's eyes from the lake, where he had been looking in vain for a sight of Logan and Holly behind the trees. Tara was sitting there, looking restless with a hoodie across her legs. She'd arranged the meager food they'd brought and was waiting for a fire to begin cooking. The brunette's hazel eyes met his and Ethan felt his pulse quicken. She looked gorgeous even just sitting there, her perky breasts in that tiny top had tempted him all day and begged to be touched, licked and more. And her body, fuck, not an ounce of fat and womanly in all the right ways. His blood was still running hot from anger, but Ethan felt a different heat start to grow within him instead. Maybe Ethan could deflect some of Logan's plans if he showed his brother he could close the deal with Tara? Surely Logan's main issue was that he thought his brother wasn't aggressive enough with women. Maybe he could prove that his methods were as effective as the more dominating techniques Logan liked to use. The carrot could work as well as the stick, right? There was a little tingle of anxiety in Ethan as he walked towards the seated brunette, but it faded when he finally squatted down in front of her. All her teasing in this ridiculously sexy and inappropriate hiking outfit, plus their earlier kiss, had been making him steadily hornier. Now that they were alone and so close to each other, he found her simply irresistible. His grin was suddenly flirty as let his blue eyes smolder into her sultry hazel orbs. Good Lord, he had to fuck this girl right now, and not just because of Logan's threats. Hey sexy, you look a little cold? Ethan said, his hands reaching out to grab Tara's waist. His head leaned forward and he kissed her again, the pot still making the touch of their lips send tingles of pleasure through his body. Unlike before, he took his time, exploring her mouth in painstakingly intimate detail as their lips and tongues moved against each other. As they kissed, one of his hands began to glide around her exposed stomach, tracing idle patterns with his fingertips on her warm skin and toying with her bellybutton. His mouth grew more passionate and insistent against Tara's hot lips and the fingertips moved up to circle one of her full mounds, brushing that sensitive skin through her thin top and teasing the soft flesh slowly, before his thumb finally found a nipple to flick against. Mhmmm... the tent is nice and warm. Let's go and warm up in there for a bit. Logan and Holly are likely not going to be back anytime soon.