Page 68 of Little Red Riding Hood
“You’re getting slow in your old age!” Red threw over his shoulder, as boldly as he dared.
A growl rumbled through the darkness, so close Red could almost feel it vibrate through his bones. A branch snapped to his left. Red spun, catching a glimpse of glowing eyes watching him from the darkness. His breath hitched as heat pooled low in his belly. He could see Wim’s massive form now, stalking him through the shadows, muscles rippling beneath his fur.
“Such pretty prey.” Wim’s voice caressed him from the shadows. “Running so beautifully for me. Your heart’s beating so fast, little one. Are you scared? Or excited for what I’m going to do to you when I catch you?”
Red’s cock throbbed, begging him to stop and submit, beg for mercy.
But Red pushed himself faster, harder. “You’ll never catch me, wolf!”
A dark chuckle answered him, seeming to come from everywhere at once. “But I already have you, little one. I can hear your heart racing. Smell how desperate you are. How badly you want me to pin you down and take what’s mine.”
Red gasped, stumbling slightly at the words. He caught himself against a tree, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. The rough bark bit into his palms as he listened intently for any sign of pursuit.
Nothing.
The forest had gone deathly quiet.
Red’s skin prickled with awareness. He was being watched. Hunted. Wim was out there, somewhere in the darkness, deciding exactly how he wanted to claim his prize. The thought sent another wave of heat through his core.
He pushed off from the tree, ready to run again—but strong human arms suddenly wrapped around him from behind, pulling him back against a broad chest. Wim’s extensive erection pressed against him, making him moan despite himself. It wouldn’t be long now until it was finally inside him, and the thought had Red’s heart leaping out of his chest.
“Found you,” Wim growled against his neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. One large hand splayed across Red’s stomach, holding him still, while the other traced dangerous patterns along his hip. “Did you really think you could escape me? That I wouldn’t track down such sweet prey?”
Red writhed in the iron grip, his body betraying him as he pressed back against Wim’s hardness. “Let go of me, you mangy mutt! I almost—”
“Hush now,” Wim growled against Red’s ear. “You were always meant to be mine, little rabbit. And now I’m going to take you apart, piece by piece.”
Red tried to twist away, but Wim spun him around, pinning his back against the tree trunk. The wolf’s eyes burned with hunger as he pressed their bodies together, leaving Red trapped between bark and beast. Their cocks aligned, offering delicious friction through Red’s breeches, and drawing desperate sounds from both of them.
“Please,” Red gasped, though he wasn’t sure if he was begging Wim to stop or demanding more.
“Please what, Little Red?” Wim rolled his hips, grinding against him as his hands gripped Red’s ass. “Tell me what happens to pretty little things who run from wolves.”
“They get eaten up,” Red whispered, his entire body trembling with need.
“That’s right,” Wim purred, before claiming Red’s mouth in a bruising kiss, smashing his lip against his teeth. “And I’m going to eat you alive.”
In one fluid movement, Wim threw Red face down onto the forest floor, following him down to straddle his thighs. His large hand pressed between Red’s shoulder blades, pinning him against the earth. The scent of crushed leaves and moss filled Red’s nostrils as Wim’s weight settled over him.
“Now then.” Wim’s voice was all pure, dark promise. “What was that about outrunning a wolf, little prey?”
Red twisted his head to the side, meeting Wim’s burning amber eyes with false defiance. “I almost got away. I stand by every word!”
“Stand?” Wim’s hand tightened on his hip. “I don’t think you’ll be doing much standing for a while, sweetheart.”
Delicious anticipation had Red’s breath catching in his throat.
“You never had a chance.” Wim’s hand fisted in Red’s hair, pulling his head back to expose his throat. “I was toying with you the whole time, sweetheart. You should know how much I like to play.”
“Liar,” Red said on a wavering exhale.
“Still doubting me?” Wim growled. Fingers tore at Red’s breeches, yanking them down to expose his butt cheeks to the frigid air. Then Wim’s palm landed softly against Red’s ass, more of a pat than a slap. He paused, clearly eyeing Red to gauge his reaction. “Should I show you exactly how helpless you are?”
Red’s sharp intake of breath and the way he pressed back against Wim’s hand answered for him. A second gentle slap followed, testing, waiting. Red moaned into the dirt, loud and clear.
Another slap followed, harder this time, then another, each one stealing the breath from his lungs. His fingers clawed at the earth beneath him as pleasure bloomed across his skin.
“How many strikes do you think you deserve for making me chase you through my forest, Little Red?” Wim’s words dripped with dark desire as he kneaded the stinging flesh. “For thinking you could escape a wolf?”
