Page 71 of Eat. Prey. Love.

As much as I want them to find me and fuck me upside-down until I can’twalk, the dark part of me where the red-eyed bunny and that blue lightning live refuses to make winning easy for them.

My legs move with a mind of their own, darting from tree to tree, the thrill of evading capture mixing potently with the growing need between my thighs. It’s a dangerous dance, one where I’m both participant and prize, and I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face.

“Ollie, ollie, oxen-free, boys,” I whisper to the night, a taunting invitation to my lovers. A part of me wants to surrender, to feel the strength of their bodies pinning me down so badly that my cunt aches to be filled—but not when the chase is just as intoxicating as what comes after.

I press on, deeper into the thicket, my excitement building with every heartbeat. They’re out there, my sexy, dangerous predators, and tonight, we play a game where everyone hungers for victory—and I’m eager to see who will claim their Valentine’s prize first.

Moonlight slices through the leaves,casting a silver glow that I avoid like spotlights on a stage. I press my back against rough bark again, my heartbeat a frantic drummer in the quiet orchestra of the night. My breath is shallow, my senses on high alert as I use every ounce of my shifter instincts to become one with the shadows.

I feel their eyes scouring the forest, their ears tuned for any sign of my presence. But I’m careful, so very careful, slipping through the underbrush without so much as a rustle. The damp earth beneath my feet is cool and forgiving, silencing my steps as I weave between trees, deeper into the heart of the woods where the canopy shields me from prying eyes above.

The thrill of the hunt is electric, coursing through my veins and pooling at my core. I’ve played this game with Renard and Aubrey many times, their aerial advantage always adding an extra layer ofexcitement. But now, with Fitz, Felix, and Chess prowling below, the stakes feel deliciously higher.

I might be just a little twisted for enjoying the men who could literally eat me hunting me for sport, but who the fuck cares what anyone else thinks? No shame in the game, baby.

My laughter is a silent ripple in the air, amusement dancing in my chest at the thought of eluding all five of them. Kings and soldiers for their kind, but little old me, a cosmic mix of prey and pred that shouldn’t exist, is leading them on a much more lengthy chase than should be possible. My victory is short-lived, though, as the pulsing need between my legs betrays another desire entirely—one that yearns for capture.

“Where are you, my fierce felines?” I murmur to myself, a playful taunt that only the trees can hear.

Suddenly, a rustle catches my ears. Not the whisper of leaves or the skittering of a small animal—it’s something far more deliberate—a presence, fast and focused. Before I can react, I’m pinned against a tree, Chess’s body a solid heat behind me.

“Gotcha, Angel,” he purrs, his voice laced with victory as he shifts back to human form faster than a blink.

“Damn it, Chessie. You’re so fucking fast,” I gasp, but there’s no real frustration in my voice—only a rising tide of arousal.

“Only when I’m hunting,” he says with a dark smirk that’s unlike him. His hands are on me in an instant, tearing away the fabric at my capris’ crotch with a swift, practiced motion. The cool night air kisses my exposed skin, heightening the sensation as he drops to his knees. His breath is hot against my wetness, and I clamp my lips tight to stifle the moans threatening to spill forth.

I can’t make a noise and have the others find us; I want to play some more.

Chess doesn’t hesitate or ask like usual. This game has the possessive part of him raring to go and he’s not going to worry about permission. His tongue lashes out, bold and demanding, while hisfingers tease and plunge in a rhythm that has my entire body quaking. Every stroke, every suck sends me spiraling toward ecstasy, and I bite down hard on my lip, tasting blood.

“Keep it down, Angel, or they’ll hear,” he chuckles against my flesh, his voice a velvet taunt. “You don’t want the others to join in too soon, do you?”

“Channeling Fitzy, my white knight?” I manage to mutter in between stifled moans of pleasure.

His laugh vibrates over my sensitive clit, and I detonate, shudders wracking my frame as the orgasm rips through me like lightning. Chess doesn’t stop until I’m limp against the tree, spent and panting. His rough cheetah tongue is a goddamn delight, and I close my eyes as I try to unmelt my brain so I can speak.

“Alright, I’ll give them a fair shot,” he says, standing up and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a smirk playing on his lips. “But they better hurry, or I might just decide to claim another round.”

As he saunters off toward the clearing we started in, I gather what’s left of my composure and prepare to dart back into the darkness. The scent of my release lingers heavy in the air, a fragrant beacon for my remaining hunters.

“One went down, four to go” I whisper, the thrill of the chase reignited within me.

With a few deep breaths to steady my racing heart, I tug the remnants of my capris up around my hips, the torn fabric mocking me with its new purpose. The damp air of the forest clings to my skin, carrying the scent of my arousal like a tantalizing promise to my pursuers. I can’t help but grin at the thought of what’s coming—my body thrums with anticipation as much as the need to stayahead.

For now.

I slip between the trees, my feet silent upon the leaf-strewn ground. Each step is a dance, a playful frolic that beckons them closer while moving farther away. My bunny senses are heightened by my time with Chess; I listen for the slightest shift in the forest’s whispered secrets, the telltale signs of my hunters on the prowl.

Suddenly, a rustle above sends adrenaline spiking through my veins. Before I can dart away, an orange blur drops from the branches, and I’m met with the wild, gleaming eyes of Felix in cat form. His grin is all fang and triumph. I spin to flee, only to find myself ensnared by sinewy arms—the warm embrace of a half-shifted Fitz, his alabaster fur a stark contrast against the night.

They’ve caught me, their prey, and oh, how I’ve longed for this twin sandwich.

“Tsk, tsk, Princess,” Felix rumbless, his voice a growl of delight. “Looks like you’re trapped.”

“You’re ours now, Baby Girl,” Fitz chimes in, his tone smug and victorious. His eyes are full of delight, flashing with hints of his big cat as he holds onto me tightly. “Time to pay the piper.”

Their half-shifted forms are a sight to behold, primal and powerful. It ignites a fire within me, the heat of desire mingling with the thrill of being so thoroughly hunted. The twins tear at my shirt, shredding it down the front as if it were mere tissue, and I’m bared to the cool kiss of the night breeze. This is something we’ve haven’t done yet, either—half-animal, half-men, and just the twins sharing me.

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