Page 19 of Obsidian Dreams
Blade leans down to hover his face mere inches frommine, his voice low. “Run little Red, the big bad wolf is coming for you.”
For a split second, I’m frozen, caught between the fear of what might happen if I stay and the thrill of what might happen if I run. But then, something inside me snaps, and I turn on my heel, bolting into the dark forest without a second thought.
The cold air whips against my skin as I push through the underbrush, my heart pounding in my chest. The adrenaline surges through me, a mix of terror and exhilaration driving me forward. I can hear them behind me, their footsteps pounding against the ground, closing in fast. But I can’t stop, can’t let them catch me—not yet.
Every breath burns in my lungs, every muscle in my body screaming at me to keep going, to outrun them, to escape. But deep down, I know this is what I wanted—the chase, the thrill of being hunted. This is the moment I’ve been waiting for, and it’s even more intense, more real than I ever imagined.
I can’t stay hidden forever, and part of me doesn’t want to. The thrill is in the chase, but what comes after… that’s what I crave.
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The forest is alive with the sound of her footsteps, the frantic rustling of leaves as she bolts through the trees. It’s exhilarating, hearing her desperation, feeling the tension in the air as she runs from us. We’ve given her a head start, and I can sense the thrill she’s experiencing, knowing she’s being hunted. It’s what she wanted—what she begged for—but it’s also what we’ve been waiting for.
I glance over at Raven, who has that usual mischievous grin plastered across his face. “What?” I ask, already knowing he’s up to something.
He shrugs, his grin widening. “How about a little game to decide who gets the first crack at her? Rock, paper, scissors?”
I roll my eyes, exchanging a look with Blade. This is exactly the kind of thing Raven would suggest—always trying to make a game out of everything. It’s ridiculous, childish even, but I can see the excitement in his eyes, the way he’s practically bouncing on his toes with anticipation. Blade looks just as unimpressed, but there’s a slight nod of agreement from him.
“Fine,” I mutter, more to get it over with than anything else. I hold out my hand, Raven and Blade doing the same, and we quickly play the round. It’s over in seconds, and to my surprise, I win.
A grin spreads across my face as the realization sets in. A two-minute head start. The thrill of the hunt, and I’m the first to find her, to corner her, to feel the rush of power as she realizes she can’t escape me. My stance shifts immediately, my earlier annoyance replaced with the exhilaration of what’s to come.
Without wasting a second, the three of us remove our jackets, followed by our shirts. We toss them aside, the cool night air hitting our bare chests as we prepare for the chase. The formal attire was for the party; now, it’s time to get serious. Each of us pulls on a pair of black tennis shoes, discarding the dress shoes that would only slow us down in the underbrush. The transition from the elegance of the party to the raw, primal chase in the woods is stark, but it’s exactly what we’ve been waiting for.
“Two minutes,” Blade says, his voice carrying a hint of grudging respect. He knows how much this means, how much control the first one to find her holds. “Use it wisely.”
Raven smirks, crossing his arms as he leans against a tree. “Don’t waste it, Shadow. She’s already got a good lead.”
I don’t need any more encouragement. With a nod, I pull my mask back over my face and turn to slip into the darkness; the forest swallowing me up as I begin the hunt. My senses are on high alert, every rustle of leaves, every snap of a twig drawing my attention. I know she’s out there, not far, her fear and excitement mingling in the air like a heady perfume.
The two minutes feel like a lifetime, but I know they’ll be over in the blink of an eye. I move quickly, silently, my eyesscanning the shadows for any sign of her. The thrill of it—the knowledge that I’m the one who’ll find her first—is intoxicating. The chase is on, and she’s about to realize that hiding in the dark won’t save her from theshadows.
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Once Shadow’s two minutes are up, Blade and I pull our masks on and slip into the shadows of the forest. We turn in opposite directions, each of us taking a different path, the thrill of the hunt coursing through my veins. The night air is cool against my skin, my footsteps silent as I move through the underbrush. I listen carefully, straining to catch any sound—any hint—that Red has been found. But there’s nothing. No moans of pleasure, no screams of fear. The thought excites me. She’s still out there, still running or hiding, still playing the game.
I had already made peace with the idea that I wouldn’t be the first to find her. Shadow had his head start, and Blade—well, Blade is Blade. But now, with every passing second, the possibility grows that I might just be the one to catch her first. And the thought of that, of her being mine, even if only for a few moments, sends a surge of adrenaline through me.
I move quickly but carefully, my eyes scanning the darkness, my ears tuned to every rustle, every snap of a twig. And then, suddenly, I see her—a flash of red hair in the moonlight,just ahead, moving through the trees. My heart skips a beat, excitement bubbling up as I realize I’ve found her.
She hasn’t seen me yet, and I take a moment to savor the sight of her—barefoot, exposed, still trying to escape, still thinking she has a chance. But she doesn’t. Not anymore. I slip through the shadows, closing the distance between us until I’m right behind her.
She must sense me at the last second because she whips around, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and defiance. I grin beneath my mask, loving the way she looks at me, the way she fights even when she knows it’s hopeless.
Before she can scream, I’m on her, my hand clamping over her mouth as I press her back against a tree. “Shhh,” I whisper, my voice low and commanding. “You don’t want to make this harder than it has to be.”
She struggles against me, her body writhing as she tries to break free, but it only makes me hold her tighter, my other hand grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head. I can feel her heart pounding against my chest, the heat of her skin through the thin fabric of her lingerie. She’s terrified, but there’s something else there too—something darker, something that mirrors my own desires.
“Be quiet,” I hiss, my lips brushing against her ear. “Or I’ll make sure you regret it.”
She stills, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps, and I know she’s not going to scream. Not yet, at least. I ease my hand away from her mouth, watching her carefully, ready to silence her again if I have to. But she doesn’t scream. She just stares at me, her eyes wide, her lips parted, and I can see the uncertainty in her gaze. She’s wondering what’s going to happen next, if she should fight or submit. And that’s when I know I’ve won.
“On your knees,” I command, my voice rough with desire.
She hesitates for a moment, a flicker of defiance in her eyes, but then she drops to her knees, her movements slow, deliberate. The black lace clings to her in all the right places, and the sight of her like this—kneeling before me, vulnerable and exposed—sends a surge of heat through me. I step back slightly, unzipping my pants as I watch her, the thrill of the power I hold over her sending a rush of blood straight to my cock.
“Good girl,” I murmur, grabbing a fistful of her hair and guiding her mouth to my hard cock. “Now, show me how much you want to please me.”
