Page 12 of Blood
I smirk. “All of you will be mine, baby. In any way I want to use it.”
There’s a sharp intake of breath as she understands my meaning. Is she excited about the thought of the chase? Or about me using her body?
She squeezes her thighs together, giving me my answer. She won’t admit it, but her pussy, at least, wants me to catch her.
I stand up, allowing her a bit more space. “Go get your shoes if you want them, Everleigh.”
She looks like she wants to say more, but she slides by me and heads back to the bedroom to collect her shoes.
While she’s gone, I use the key from my pocket to unlock the deadbolt, then key in the code in the hidden panel on the wall. Gears shift in the door as the mechanism unlocks. I pull the door open. It really is a beautiful day. Not too chilly, even in the early morning hours. It’s quiet, the forest not completely awake yet.
I sniff the air. Morning mist hangs on the passing breeze, carrying the green scent of leaves and grass. It’s a beautiful day for a hunt.
Everleigh reappears wearing her sneakers as my gaze hungrily cuts to her.
Now that the door is open, she looks uncertain, hesitant.
“You sure, princess? This is your one chance to run. But I’m warning you, your odds of getting away aren’t great. And when I catch you?” I grab her chin, forcing it up so her eyes meet mine. I want her to know what she’s signing up for. “I’m taking that sweet little pussy.”
She swallows. Her eyes flicker between looking at me and at the forest beyond the door. I can read the emotions written across her face. She wants to stay. She needs to run, to prove to herself that she didn’t give up. Despite her hatred, she wants me.
I want her, too. But I’m leaving it up to her. If she doesn’t run, then I won’t force her.
I step to the side, leaving the doorway wide open. “If you’re ready… then run, little bunny.”
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Everleigh
Ilookpasthiminto the woods. There’s some fog lifting, making the trees appear mysterious and foreboding. The forest is so thick, I can’t see more than a few feet beyond where the trees start.
With what Wolf’s promised, the dread I’m feeling might be accurate.
I hesitate. I’m going to run. I am. But…what if he’s telling the truth? That we’re miles and miles from help, and all I’ll do is get lost?
He’s also promised that if I run, and he catches me, he’ll fuck me, and it isn’t going to be gentle. And while there’s some fucked-up attraction going on here, by running, I’m agreeing to his terms. I let my gaze wander down his body. He’s massive.
God, I want him to fuck me. What does that say about me?
I take a breath. The cold morning air is sharp with frost and the scent of pine and fear, or maybe that’s anticipation. I saw this man kill, or at least saw the aftermath of his murder scene. I don’t think he’d hesitate to do the same to me. Why didn’t he just kill me right there, though?
I don’t know what this man is planning for me, nor what he’s capable of. I don’t know what the Kings will do when I return, either.
I shake my head to clear my thoughts. I’m not going to let myself go down that spiral. There might be no good options, but at least there are choices for now. And I can’t just give up. I can’t stay here like a sweet little captive for this man. I have to fight, to try to get away, no matter what the consequences are.
And if I fail, I’ll at least get the chance to feel him inside me. That’s enough of a consolation prize for me.
I step slowly through the doorway, past the hulking man who’s planning to hunt me down like a deer.
“Run fast,” he says, his voice husky.
I walk down the three steps, then take off.
I throw a glance over my shoulder as I near the edge of the woods. He’s standing, unmoving, watching me. I focus on the path ahead and pick up my pace.
I was an all-state track champion in high school. I can run like this for hours.
Okay, maybe not hours.
