Page 25 of His to Fear
If it’s right, it’s right. And she made the mistake of looking into the predator’s eyes. For now, she’s mine. And I won’t let her go.
A flicker of movement catches my eye up on the loft, just the barest shift of shadow. Clever little fangs.
Dragging the metal end of the axe along the dirt floor, I make my way forward, practically able to hear her gasp at the sound ofit. My blood sings with it, a feral ache I can barely restrain.
“You know this is supposed to be tag. Not hide-and-seek,” I call out, my voice carrying out. I throw up my arms to my side, spinning slowly while assessing my surroundings.
I know exactly where she is, but I want to pretend I don’t.
Fuck, this is so exhilarating.
I make my way over to the ladder, grabbing the axe in one hand and using the other for balance. After years of working as a lumberjack, I’m familiar with keeping my balance, and soon, I’m up on the loft. The air is heavy with hay and dust up here, tickling my lungs as I breathe. But it doesn’t stop me.
My footsteps crunch against the hay as I ascend the haybales, dragging the axe after me.
“I know you’re here somewhere.”
Her small gasp filtrates the air. I hear her crawling forward somewhere here, but I can’t find her.
Then I see it, a makeshift tunnel of haybales. Her petite form crouches beneath, and the sight rips an eager breath from me as I stalk closer. Desire surges through me in a never-ending vortex. I need to have her, yet the hunt itself intoxicates me equally.
Control is all I have left.
She crawls all the way through a narrow opening in the wall at the rear end of the haybales, and I make my way beside the hay tunnel, crouching before the opening. I’m too big to fit through it. She presses herself into the cramped opening, appearing so small and fragile. I want to protect her and rip her apart all at once.
I tilt my head, fingers tightening on the axe. This could be problematic if she decides to stay in there all night. We don’t have all the time in the world.
The clock is ticking.
“Come out, little fangs. Let’s play.”
Her eyes lock on the axe, and I follow her gaze. Realization kicks in. I forgot to wipe it off before dragging it here. What an inconvenience.
Her fear is palpable, her body visibly trembling from the effort of hiding from me.
It all settles in. Her naivety. She still thinks I’m a scare-actor the fair hired tonight. I must admit, I’ve done an impeccable job at being one. Maybe it should be my line of work if I grow bored of my solitude being a lumberjack.
“Oh, this?” I lift it, watching the torchlight gleam along the stained shaft. “You didn’t really think it was a prop, did you? That I was just some scare-actor?”
She startles, her face draining of all blood until she becomes as pale as a ghost.
“W-what?
Pressing her back deeper into the opening, she tries to get as far away from me as she physically can. A futile attempt.
For a second of a heartbeat, she suddenly scootches backward, throwing open a hatch in the floor and disappearing right through it. A low groan rumbles from me when I realize she’s gone, but my heart accelerates at the fact that the hunt has once more begun.
Rushing over the haybales, I reach the ladder on the other side and climb down with ease. She’s already below, so small and fragile, hugging herself as her frantic gaze searches for an exit.
I move in long strides, using my tall height to my advantage.
She licks her lips as she stares at me with wide eyes, shimmering with fear and that undeniable spark of something darker. She scrambles for a way out of here, but I’m blocking the barn door.
“There’s nowhere to run!” I snarl through the mask.
There’s no way she’s going to reach the door without beingcaught by my massive frame. My cock hardens, pre-cum practically leaking out, and the thrill burns ever hotter within me.
On the outside, the wind rages, rattling the boards of the barn. The Halloween night’s chill is growing sharper and more violent.
