Page 144 of Revenge Saints
Oh, you bratty little—
She disappears into the trees before I finish the thought.
My heart slams, and my cock stirs.
And the wolf in me wakes up.I don’t chase her right away.
I stalk. This game she’s playing, she knows it too well, pushing every single one of my buttons, and I fucking love it.
I move slow, barefoot on the dirt, quiet as hell.
She thinks I’m behind her. She thinks she hears me to her left. She’s wrong.
I track without sound, eyes trained on broken twigs, disturbed moss, shallow breaths carried by the wind.
She slows. She listens. My pet is smart. I let her hear just enough.
A crunch of leaves. A snap of a branch. A whisper of movement through the brush.
She jerks her head.
Wrong direction, pet.
She spins, breath shaky.
“Knox?” she calls out nervously.
I don’t answer.
I’m already behind her.
She takes another step, and I growl.Deep. Low. Right at her back.
She fucking freezes.
“Don’t,” I groan.
She screams, half fear, half pure fucking thrill, and takes off again, barefoot, stumbling through the woods, laughing and calling my name.
I let her run.
I stalk behind her. Close enough to hear her breath hitch. Far enough to keep her guessing.
She turns once more, and I’m there.
I wrap my arm around her waist and slam her back against a tree, her chest heaving against mine, her thighs twitching.
My mouth finds her neck, and I bite her soft skin hard.
“You think it’s a good idea to get me hard again and run?”
“Knox,” She whispers with a devilish smile in her eyes.
I rasp, my hands already sliding up her shirt. “You wanted to be hunted?”
“Yes,” she breathes. “I wanted it.”
I lift her with one hand under her ass, pin her higher against the tree, her legs wrap tight around my waist, bare skin on bare skin, heat pulsing off her. She feels like a fucking flame made just for me.
