Page 85 of Craving Consequences

I hold my breath, moving not a muscle as I watch his back from between tangled branches.

He’s turned away from me. Hands on his hips. I think I’ve won.

An iron shackle clamps down on my ankle and I am dragged out of my hiding spot. Across the forest floor. My scream cuts through the dusk. I kick out only to have my other ankle caught. Then my wrists. Lachlan wrenches my arms over my head.

I’m spread open wide. Pinned and captured.

Van forces his hips between my thighs, hands fumbling and ripping at his fastens. His belt jingles loudly in the silence while his friend restrains my hands.

“Now, repeat what you said,” Van taunts, not the least bit out of breath.

The hiss of his zipper rips through me on a visceral level that nearly has me cumming from the sound alone.

“Please,” is all I can pant around wheezing wisps of breath. “Please...”

“Did you enjoy getting hunted?” My skirt is torn and tugged up around my waist. “I was going to be so gentle with you, little doe. I was going to let you cum.”

I try to speak, but only a moan escapes when his fingers slip through my folds. Nudge my swollen clit. The simple act has my eyes rolling back into my skull as my entire body crests.

“Uh-uh.” His hand pulls away and I collapse on the forest floor, sobbing.

Lachlan fastens my arms to the soft earth, holds them there with his knees, freeing his hands to drop to the front of my dress. With a tug, he tears the fabric, baring my breasts. Van takes that as a cue to shred the rest, splitting it down the front and tossing the tattered remains apart like torn butterfly wings, baring me to the night.

“Fuck, look at you.” He looms over me on his knees. His cock fisted in a meaty hand. Stroking it while taking me in. “So fucking perfect.” For the first time, his voice is ragged. Breathless. “Hold still, baby. I need to be inside you.”

My thighs spread wide, giving him full access.

But instead of taking me, fulfilling his promise, he pauses, growls a curse deep in his throat and pushes up. His cock is tucked back into his pants that are quickly fastened, except the belt.

“Not here.”

I blink, head still swimming. “What? Why?”

The hold on my arms loosen as Lachlan pushes onto his haunches. “We’re not fucking you in the dirt,” he murmurs like he can read his friend’s mind.

Van makes a grunt of agreement before he hauls me to my feet. I’m swept up into his arms and cradled close.

I wrap my arms around him and nuzzle the side of his neck. My reward is the tightening of his hold.

“Are you mad at me?” I ask quietly as he starts back in the direction of the clearing.

“Yes,” he mutters.

I brush my nose to the side of his stubbled face. Kiss the spot. “Even if I say sorry and it’s not true?”

He grumbles. “Yes.”

I kiss the corner of his mouth. “What can I do to make it better?”

His head turns and his lips find mine. “You’ll see when I get you on the blanket.”

His words stroke the flames, rekindle the gnawing need to finally ...finallyhave them. I’m a shivering mess even before webreak into the clearing. Lachlan sprints ahead to smooth out the blanket and gather up the discarded food wrappers. It’s all ready when Van reaches it with me bundled in his arms.

He sinks down onto his knees and lowers me onto the square of fabric.

“Do not run again,” he warns, silver eyes bright with warning.

I lie before them in my ruined dress, naked and exposed, so ready for this moment. Running isn’t even an option.

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