Page 46 of Law

Law laughed. He was man enough to admit he was over the top when it came to men, even the brothers he trusted with his life, getting too close to his Lovelyn. “Rain check,” he said. “I’m in a hurry to get my girl home.”

He didn’t wait to hear what his brothers would say next as he headed back out to his truck. He had a new game to introduce to his girl.

Once they were home, he helped her choose a place of honor inher room for her crown. “Change into something comfortable and warm. We’re going to have some fun outside.”

She perked up, and that tell-tale flush spread across her chest. Her eyes took on that wary, excited look that struck him straight in the cock every time.

Lowering his voice, he let his inner predator reveal itself in his eyes. “Don’t keep Daddy waiting, fairy cat.”

When they finished getting dressed, Law guided her out the back door, and they walked into the woods. He made sure to stick to the main paths — the ones he and Zane had cleared over the past four months.

He stumbled over a root because his eyes were on her luscious breasts bouncing as she skipped beside him. It took about fifteen minutes of steady climbing to reach the spot he wanted them.

They cleared the woods and stood at the edge of a large clearing. It resembled a training field, though training wasn’t what he had in mind at that moment.

Without speaking, she surveyed the area before them. Scattered throughout the meadow stood several obstacles he had built. Some focused on agility, others on strength, and a few on balance. They extended all the way across the field.

“What kind of game are we playing, Daddy?”

“Have you ever played British Bulldog?”

She shook her head. “I’ve never even heard of British Bulldog. How do you play?”

He thought she’d never ask. He stepped in front of her and wrapped his hand around her throat, squeezing not to cut off her air but to gain her attention. She froze, staring at him, her eyes wide, as a blush slowly spread across her chest. When he allowed his voice to drop to a deep, growling tone, her eyes darkened to a rich oak brown. “Listen carefully, little fairy cat. Do you see the post with the red flag at the top on the far side of the field?”

Her lips parted as she attempted to turn her head. He wouldn’tlet her move, so she glanced sideways. As soon as she saw the goal, a fleeting relief washed over her face. He tightened his grip on her throat, causing her gaze to snap back to him.

“Your job is to reach the red flag. My job is to stop you. Any of the fitness stations are safe for you. I won't touch you there. But when you cross between them, little prey, you become fair game for whatever I want to do to you if I catch you.”

Her breathing quickened as he spoke, and her pulse throbbed against his fingers. “I will not go easy on you, fairy cat. If you want to escape my grip, you must fight to break free. Do whatever you need to do to get away — kick, bite, scratch. Believe me, I’ll be doing the same to keep you. This is not a game of freeze tag, little fairy cat. This is a hunt.”

He watched her every reaction to his words. Her breathing quickened, and her eyes grew even darker. A deep blush spread across her chest and crept up her neck.

His cock thickened as the predator within him began to prowl. It was ready to play, to feast on the prey shivering before him. At his height and weight, he knew he made an imposing hunter. He relished the knowledge she recognized the danger but didn’t cower away.

He chose this meadow for the protection offered by the surrounding trees. They blocked most of the wind, although a slight breeze brushed by. Somewhere in the distance, the mournful screech of a falcon haunted the air, while the scent of pines and firs drifted on the breeze.

This was his element. His hunting ground.

Lovelyn squirmed in his hold, testing her ability to run. His fairy cat wanted to play. Let the games begin.

Bending forward, he ran his tongue along her jaw, licking his way to her ear. He raked his teeth along the shell of her ear and then plunged his tongue into her ear.

A wave of shivers danced across her skin, drawing her nipplesto diamond points. Sliding his hand deep in her hair, he gripped it and twisted her head to the side, searching for the mark he’d given her days earlier.

“My mark is beginning to fade, little cat. We can’t have that now, can we?”

He bit her neck, sucking, licking, and rebranding her with his mark. He needed everyone to know she was his.

She turned in his arms, and he thought she was trying to press closer. Then she raised her leg and brought her heel crashing down on his foot. The shock of pain made him step back. He hadn’t realized he had loosened his grip until she twisted in his arms and shoved him backward.

With a triumphant look, she smiled and took off like a shot.

Adrenaline flooded his system. All his senses came into sharp focus. She was headed for the balance beam. She wasn’t going to make it.

He sprinted after her. She glanced back to check his position, and that proved costly. In seconds, he was on her, tackling her to the ground and twisting at the last moment to cushion her fall.

He flipped her to her back and pinned her to the ground with his body. His cock was rock hard and needing relief. He made do with grinding it against her pussy.

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