Page 52 of Malachi
I could not hold back my groan as my eyelids fluttered at the thought of what was about to happen.
His hand was on me, his finger clutching roughly at my chin as he forced my eyes back to his.
“Words.” The uttered command was unequivocal.
“Catch me,” I whispered. With a gleam in my eye, I tore away from him.
And I ran.
CHAPTER14
EDEN
I ran. I ran fast, out of the living room towards the kitchen. If I could just get to the back door, I’d be able to —oof!
His hand grabbed my arm, pulling me back into him for only a moment before he turned me, pushing me roughly into the hallway wall with a distinctive thud. Before I could even catch my breath, he was there. His body pressed into mine, his nose running along the side of my neck as he sniffed me.
Hesniffedme!
We had talked about other things involved in this particular kink, things we had yet to integrate into our own version of play. We had set up boundaries, safewords, all the things he deemed necessary for a safe and successful scene. Sniffing, or even scenting me, was high on his list.
I thought it would be weird but as his chest rumbled in a purely lust-filled approval, I could think of nothing but -Do it again.
I pressed back against him, hoping to catch him off guard and get away, but he only pressed me harder into the wall, sniffing up into my hair and down the other side of my neck as he took in my scent.
I was not about to make it that easy on him. I shoved off of the wall with as much force as I could, using my elbow to hit him square in the chest. With his loud exhalation brushing against my neck, I found my escape. I ran to the right, dodging under his arm as I sprinted down the hall and through the kitchen towards the back door.
“That’s it, Little Bird,” his words chased me, just as he soon would. “Run for me.”
He said it in a deep growl just as I sped out of the house. Down the steps of the porch I flew, my feet carrying me as fast as they could. I was halfway through the backyard when I finally looked back, only to see him gaining on me quickly.
My smile of delight and excitement nearly hurt my cheeks as I ran towards the trees. It was warm tonight, the slight breeze cooling my skin as I raced into the treeline. Immediately, I slowed down. While running was all well and good, this was no ordinary game of chase. This was a hunt. And I was the prey.
I hid behind a tree, catching my breath as I worked to slow my thundering heartbeat. I listened as quietly and as intently as I could. His footsteps came slowly, as he carefully stepped over brush and branches. He was much more skilled than I was, but I had learned quickly. I narrowed my eyes, willing them to see more easily in the stark darkness. Carefully, I stepped towards another tree, mindful of any twig or leaf underfoot that would alert him to my presence.
“Oh, Little Bird,” he called from my left. I slowed my breathing and my steps. With great caution, I made it to a large tree to my right. Hiding behind it, I could peer around and get a good view of where he was walking. Or—I would have, had he been there. I looked on in confusion.
Where had he gone?
I closed my eyes, focusing on only the sounds of the surrounding forest. There was an owl in the near distance in front of me, hooting softly. Some small animal scampered across the ground to my right.
“Little Bird.” The growled words came from directly behind me as I jumped to the right, ready to make my escape. He was quicker than I was, or perhaps his night vision was superior to my own. His hands shot out, catching me by the arms as he pulled me back to him.
I let my body fall heavily, taking us both down to the rough surface of the forest floor. He exhaled loudly with a groan as he hit the ground. I quickly rolled, getting to my feet.
I had only taken one solitary step when his hand wrapped around my ankle, sending me careening towards the ground in a great harrumph.
His body was on mine in an instant, covering my own with his chest pressed into my back. Grass, twigs, and errant leaves scratched at my skin.
“Not so tough now, are you Little Bird?” he chuckled darkly.
I fought him, pulling and pushing and trying to get away from him. It essentially did me no good other than to aid him in turning me over. I was able to get my hands free, using that freedom to push at his large body.
“Get off of me,” I seethed in mock anger. It was a game we were playing, and I knew exactly how to play my part. My fingers dug into his muscled arms, my nails digging into the skin as hard as I could.
“Mmm, Little Bird has talons, I see,” he toyed with me. I dragged my hands down his arms, scratching the skin as I went, feeling as the fabric of his t-shirt gave way to the skin beneath, allowing me to dig in deeper, to scratch harder. “Fucking hell, yes! That’s it. Show me how tough you can be.”
He was placating me, toying with me to get the darker side of myself to come fully into the light of our play. Message received, and game fucking on.
