Page 166 of Nest of Thieves
“So, you are wet.”
“Jesus, fuck. Yes, I’m wet, okay?”
He hums in approval. “Good, we’re almost there.”
“Where?”
“Nice try.”
The rest of the ride is silent, but only a few minutes pass before the vehicle slows and Mac turns down a bumpy road. I frown but don’t ask any questions. He’s not going to answer me, anyway. The truck rolls to a stop and he gets out. I unbuckle and reach for the door, but Mac is already there.
“You’ll fall in your blindfold.”
“Right.” I hold his hand and climb out, feet settling on soft grass. Mac releases my hand. The air is fresh and crisp. The late Spring night is cool, but not cold. Still, gooseflesh ripples over my skin.
“Do you remember the first time you ran from me?” Mac asks, lips brushing over my ear. I’d been so focused on trying to figure out where he could have taken me that I didn’t realize he’d moved.
“In the house?”
He gently bites my earlobe and whispers, “Remember when I said the next time you ran, I’d chase you?”
I bite my cheek and nod.
“I want you to run.”
“With the blindfold? What if I fall?”
“We’re in a large field. All you have to do is run.”
“What about holes? I could twist an ankle.”
His fingers trace up my arms, and I shiver. “Scared, Kitten?”
Of Mac? Never. But, for him, I’ll play along.
“Yes,” I rasp.
Brushing his nose against my neck, he inhales and groans. “So sweet.” He shoves me forward, gentle but firm. “Run, Kitten,” he commands.
My heart jumps in my throat, surprised by his use of his alpha bark, but I’m not mad at him for using it. Chest pounding, I start running, trying to use my senses to make my way through the field.
Trying to get away from him.
“Run,” he says from not so far behind me.
Is he chasing me, or am I that slow without my vision?
I stumble over my own feet but don’t fall, forcing my legs to hold me up and carry me across the grass.
My muscles tense, waiting for him to grab me at any moment, but he doesn’t. Still, I run. I sprint. I gasp for air, waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting.
His fingers close around my arm, and I scream in surprise, quickly reeling it in and trying to wrench out of his hold. He pulls me into his chest and releases a deep, animalistic growl next to my ear.
My entire body trembles at the sound, but I’m not scared. I want this wildness. I want him to take me exactly how he wants.
