Page 57 of Designation Prey

“You won’t. Not yet. My prey. My sweet submissive boy. Why didn’t Daddy let you run before? Do you remember?”

“I think—” he starts, but it’s hazy. He was so turned on, so lost to desire during those days that it’s a blur. “I don’t know.”

“Poor thing. I couldn’t let you run, Daniel. I would have claimed you for good. I wanted you too badly. And it’s special to be chased down. A sweet boy like you gets chased and taken down to the ground and you’re done. You’re going to worship the man who owns you that way. I let you escape. I won’t do that again.”

Daniel sobs, relieved and horrified to be seen and known.

“Go ahead and run, baby. Let’s get it out of your system. And then I’ll have your neck. And your ass. Daddy will give you everything you deserve, honey.”

Liam kisses him on his cheek, his nose, kisses Daniel’s lips. His hand slides off of Daniel’s neck and down to his ass. He grips him by the cheek, urging him closer, the pain of his cage flaring bright and hot. Need explodes through him, designation flaring wide, and he shoves at Liam with all his strength and bolts into the trees, running as fast as he can, sprinting.

He can’t look behind him because Liam is already close, feet pounding into the leaves behind him, closing the distance.

A horrible squeal comes from his throat as fingers graze his shirt.

“No, no, no!” he chants, but his body is awake and alive, desperate to be caught and bred.

Liam snarls behind him. Daniel’s shirt is gripped, pulled and then released. Some part of Daniel realizes that he’s being toyed with, allowed the illusion that he might escape.Panic floods through his body, makes him weak, and he stumbles. He doesn’t even get a chance to right himself before he’s taken to the ground by a heavy weight on his back. The air is knocked out of him and he can’t breathe for long moments.

Liam is growling, his chest vibrating against Daniel’s back. His teeth sink into Daniel’s neck and a high-pitched wheeze of sound escapes him.

He tries to breathe.

Liam’s weight remains heavy upon him, glorious and oppressive.

“Breathe, Daniel. Good boy.”

Then he’s hauled up, manhandled and draped over Liam’s shoulder, still struggling to breathe and the position makes it worse; it’s not what a kind and loving Daddy would do. It’s what a predator would do, taking advantage of his weakness.

He feels himself release, a wetness leaving him. Liam’s hand smacks down on his ass hard, squeezing the flesh of his ass, a promise of what’s to come.

Then his thumb delves between Daniel’s clothed cheeks, rubbing over his hole roughly. He works Daniel’s hole as he carries him back towards the cabin, as if he’s kneading him open, working a sore, knotted muscle, but that’s his hole.

Daniel whimpers and writhes. All of his attention goes there, focused on that spiraling hurt that spreads through him, down into his balls, leaving him feeling heavy in his taint and throbbing deep inside as his body starts to release slick.

Air returns to him and he barely notices. He should move and kick, struggle, but the touch is compelling and leaves him weak. It’s a shortcut through his defenses.

“Daddy,” he manages, just as he recognizes the path around the cabin.

“Naughty thing. Eager to be caught. Not even a quarter mile, princess.”

He’s taken back to the car, lowered carefully to the ground near the trunk. Daniel lies there, dazed, hole aching as the trunk pops open. He turns onto his hands and knees and tries to crawl away.

Liam laughs. “Oh, honey. How cute are you?” He grabs Daniel by the hair. “Hands behind your back,” he orders.

Daniel obeys and hears the click of cuffs opening. The cold metal surrounds his wrists. He whimpers, but then it’s done. He pulls his knees under him, gravel rough on his face, some part of him needing to get up and run.

To be caught again. Harder. Rougher.

He’s prey.

One ankle is caught and hauled back, and he collapses to the ground with anoof. Liam sits on his ass, hauls up his pant legs, and puts a cuff on his right ankle. Daniel thumps weakly at the ground with his left foot and Liam chuckles, catching his pant leg on the upswing, and then his other ankle is shackled, too.

“Let’s get you in a spreader bar. You won’t go far then. And you know what else that means? You won’t be able to keep Daddy out. Daddy can slide right inside. Lucky boy.”

“No,” he whispers, and then Liam stands up and goes back to the trunk.

Daniel feels lightheaded with the relief of Liam’s weight leaving him.

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