Page 79 of Malachi
Little by little, my surroundings grew more familiar. I was on the right path. Just as my lips spread into a grin of satisfaction, I heard him.
“Oh, little bird,” he called from in front of me, off to the left. How had he done that? How was he ahead of me? I slipped behind a tree, hiding while I tried to slow my panting breaths into something quieter, something more akin to the game we were playing. My heart raced, half with exertion and half with delicious anticipation.
“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath, a mere whisper.
“I heard that, little bird. Naughty, naughty language. So unlike a good little bird,” he chuckled darkly. How the hell had he heard that? Motherfucker had bat hearing, I would swear it.
I peered around the tree, towards the direction of his voice. Mindful of my footsteps, I carefully took a step around the tree—
Only to be pulled back behind it by powerful hands, one on my arm, the other wrapping over my mouth as I let out a muffled scream of surprise.
“Shush, little bird. No need to be frightened,” he chuckled, his tone dark and sinister. My core clenched in response, for only a moment before the fight renewed within me. I reared back, butting his face with my head hard enough to make him swear.
“Ow, fuck!” he bellowed, but I had my chance. He released me just long enough for me to push off of him and race forward again. I ran as hard as I could, my calves burning with every step.
The treeline was just ahead, the one that gave way to the beautiful glen I had found my first night here. I was almost there. Another yard, and then another.
Almost.
Just a few more steps and—
“Fuck!” I screeched as his hands pulled me back, landing me square on my ass at his feet. I flipped over onto my stomach, hoping to push off the ground and find purchase to run again, but I only made it one step before his hand wrapped around my ankle, making me fall face first into the soft underbrush of the forest.
The thunder rumbled overhead; the wind whipped through the trees and blew my hair into a wild mess around my face, obscuring my vision.
“Not so fast, little bird,” he growled. I kicked back, landing my heel square on his forearm as I pushed forward. His hand held tight, but only to my shoe, pulling it off. I quickly kicked the other shoe off, running barefoot through the brush until the glen was finally in sight.
I had just made it into the glen when something hit me square in the side, tackling me to the ground with great force.
“Oof!” I groaned, landing on the ground with his weight pinning me down.
I pushed.
I kicked.
I even pulled at his hair, trying anything to get a leg up — literally.
His hands pulled at my arms, pinning me to the ground. I pivoted my forearms, finding purchase on his biceps and digging my fingernails in until he roared violently.
“Be still,” he groused.
“Never,” I hissed. Saliva pooled in my mouth and I spat at him, literally spitting on his face as I scrambled from beneath him. Spinning around, I made to stand, only for his hand to wrap into my hair and tug me back down. My hair tugged harshly at the root of my scalp, making me wince as he pounced on top of me again.
His face hovered just over mine, pulled into a sneer, but his eyes — those dark, lust filled eyes — had my panties soaking wet.
His hands pushed my arms into the soft earth. Heavy panting breaths fanned over my face. I made to spit at him again, hoping it would gain me the chance to kick free again, but he stopped me, biting my lower lip hard enough to draw blood.
“Fuck!” I screamed, growling at him. His eyes widened. A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky and I saw it. Those pupils, dilated with sheer lust that had my hips thrusting against my better judgment. Lord knew good judgment was not reigning supreme at this moment.
“You’re about to be,” he chuckled, and fuck, if that didn’t have me clenching so tightly in my core it hurt, my body wanting nothing more than to be filled with his hard cock. I growled, fighting against him, but he was too strong for me to fight off in this position. I had gotten lucky so far, but he had me now.
He shoved my hands up over my head, pinning them there with one of his large hands.
He kissed me then, hard and passionate. I bit at his lower lip, just as he had done to me. The taste of bitter copper sprang over my tongue as I drew blood. I swiped my tongue over the swelling lip, reveling in the taste of him. It was heady. It was hedonistic, and I triumphed in it.
My knee came up, kicking him in the groin and just barely missing his cock. I didn’t want to truly hurt him, but he groaned, loosening his grip on my wrists just enough that I could get one hand free. The other he tightened his grip on once again, still holding me captive beneath him.
My free hand reached up, grasping a handful of his lightly curling hair and tugged — hard.
