Chapter 2
2
E lodie
I dart across the grass with the hunter on my heels.
Crap, crap, crappity crap!
He tricked me. He made it sound like he stomped away from my hiding place when he either snuck back around to lie in wait or never left.
I don’t look back. I run in the direction of the Lodge, my legs pumping as fast as they can go.
I was stupid. My whole plan was stupid. What was I thinking, trying to outwit a seasoned hunter? He’s an apex predator, and I’m at the bottom of the food chain.
Now I’m naked and flying across a stretch of lawn around the pond. My boobs are bouncing like mad. Not to mention my butt, belly, and thighs. There’s a reason I’m not a runner. Too much bouncing.
Meanwhile, he’s built like a warrior, able to run and fight for hours. My lungs are shrieking for air after a hundred-yard dash.
If he catches me, he could do anything. The contract allows him full access to my body, and for a chance at life-changing money, I signed on the dotted line. When I was in the warmth and safety of the Lodge, it made sense. But now that I’m deep in the dark woods, I’m wondering what the hell I’ve gotten myself into. Out here, a contract is just a piece of paper. It means nothing. There’s no logic, just adrenaline. Things could easily get out of control.
He could hurt me, kill me. Choke me out and do terrible things to my unconscious body, with only the trees as witnesses.
Out here in the woods, there’s no one to help me. No one to hear me scream.
I’m not just running to escape so I can get paid. I’m running for my life.
Fear gives my feet wings as I sprint through the trees.
Gotta get ahead, gotta hide. I’m about to slow down when he appears on my right, a skull-faced specter.
“Boo.”
I veer left. This isn’t fair. He’s playing with me. Taunting me. His legs are so long that he’s jogging lazily and still able to keep pace.
“Run, run, little red.”
That’s it. My heart’s about to burst. His taunting pushes me past fear into anger.
Enough running like a rabbit. I’ve spent my whole life being chewed up and spit out by those bigger and badder than me. This night has finally pushed me over the edge.
I have to stand my ground. If I die, I die. At least I’ll die knowing I stood my ground.
I halt in a small clearing and whirl around. He’s melted into the shadows where I can’t see him, but I can feel him watching me.
“Come on then!” I call, raising my arms in challenge. “Come get me.”
He appears, and I jump back. He looks deadly in his executioner’s hood. The shifting shadows make his tattoos writhe like snakes on his chest.
I’m panting and shaking, and he’s barely out of breath.
“You’re giving up?” His voice is dark and velvety, stroking between my legs.
“Screw you,” I fire back. He thinks this is all fun and games? I’ll take the fun out of it.
Even though it’ll mean he gets full access to my body for the rest of the night because it was in the contract.
Even if he kills me. My mouth is writing checks my butt can’t cash, but I’m too mad to think straight.
He paces forward, and I lock my legs so I don’t cringe away. Now that he’s close, I realize how much he towers over me. He could easily break me.
Why does that send a thrill through me? My mouth is dry, but my sex is wet.
He makes a show of checking his watch. “You have ten minutes until midnight.”
Midnight. That will increase my payout tenfold.
He points to the woods, the opposite direction of the Lodge and any safety I might find.
“You run. I chase. Make it count.”
This jerk. I hate him, even as my body responds to the fact that he’s clothed and I’m naked and vulnerable to someone as big and powerful as he is.
He leans in, breaking my stunned spell. “Go.”
Jaeger
She streaks away from me. Her beautiful bottom jiggles as she runs. She’s all curves and delectable dimples, and my cock is tenting my pants. If I get any harder, it’ll be torture to run.
I pick up my speed, embracing the pain. I let her get ahead so I can admire her nakedness whenever she streaks through a patch of moonlight.
“Five minutes,” I call out. She dodges around a tree. I run left, making sure she sees me before turning right. I’m herding her deeper into the woods, where no one will hear her screams.
“One minute.” There’s a crash up ahead. I freeze and listen. She threw something to divert me, but she’s sneaking through the bushes. I grab them and shake them, and she squeaks and hustles away.
“Ten. Nine.” She’s running again, weaving through the trees. “Eight. Seven.”
She won’t escape me.
“Five, four…” I increase my speed, running flat out until I draw even with her.
“Three.” She’s at my side, right in reach. She feints one way, but I anticipate her moves and follow her.
“Two.” I’m right behind her, breathing down her neck.
“One.”
I grab her and take us both to the ground. I wrap an arm around her and plant my free hand on the ground to break our fall. “Got you.”
Elodie
I scream and kick out, but he’s on top of me. He’s holding his full weight off me, which means I have space to kick him. I writhe and get enough room to lash out, aiming for his crotch.
He jerks back, and I roll away. Freedom! I stagger to my feet and fly a few steps, only to trip over a rock. Something twinges deep in my ankle. I ignore it and limp three more steps before I get sacked again. This time, he lets me bear more weight. I thud to the ground, the wind knocked out of me.
Now he’s got me. Now he’s got me.
He’s so heavy I feel crushed. I cry out, and he lifts off of me enough to let me breathe.
“Mmmm, good bunny.”
“Get off!” I go crazy, striking out with elbows, feet, anything I can. I might as well be beating a wall. He’s all hard muscle, and his scent covers me, a manly musk that actually smells good.
He seems content to lie here on top of me, pinning me to the ground with his weight. There’s a club at my back, and I have the awful suspicion that it’s his dick. He grinds it into me while burying his face in my hair.
Yep, that’s his dick. And it’s huge.
How the hell am I going to take that and survive?
He eases his full weight off of me, and his hands are everywhere, roaming. “You’re so soft.”
“Screw you.”
“Mmm. I will.” He finds my right breast and squeezes, plumping it in his hand. My arousal rises so fast that I gasp and claw at him to escape the pleasurable sensation.
He flips me over, takes both my wrists in one large hand, and pins them over my head. His lower half covers my legs so I can’t kick. Now I’m naked and spread out, at his mercy. His eyes are the only thing I can see of his face, and they bore into me. The sight of the executioner’s hood makes me panic all over again, but my body is still responding to his deft touches.
“Are you wet for me, bunny? Shall I check?”
I snarl but can’t stop him. He slowly slides a hand down my front. He doesn’t seem to mind the mess of leaves and mud. If anything, it excites him.
He reaches my pussy and hums. He’s found my secret. I am soaking wet. He touches me with clever fingers, finding my clit and rubbing the right spot. He alternates a light touch with a rougher massage that makes me wild. The fact that he’s restraining me only makes my core tighten more. After a minute, my orgasm is ready and roaring at the gates.
But I’m not going to make it easy on him.
I rise and try to bite the arm holding me down.
“Feral little thing.” He thrusts two fingers into my mouth, and I clamp my teeth on them, but he just laughs. “Fight me all you want, little red.” He pushes his digits further into my mouth, triggering the reflex at the back of my throat. I gag, saliva pouring into my mouth. “You’re not going to win.”
He pulls his fingers out, giving me a reprieve. But then he’s stroking between my legs again, one thumb near my wet sex, the rest of his fingers delving between my ass cheeks.
“No,” I yelp.
He chuckles darkly and smacks the side of my ass hard enough to make me still. “I own this now.”
I freak out, flipping to my belly and making one last-ditch effort to crawl away. He drags me back and pins my arms apart. “We don’t have to do this the easy way.” He kicks my legs open and forces his knees between them. “I prefer it the hard way.” His hood drapes over the back of my head. He’s so big his body blankets mine. “And I’m beginning to think you prefer the hard way, too.”
I try to buck him off and only succeed in rubbing my ass against his crotch.
He chuckles and releases my arms long enough to unzip himself. I struggle, but his weight has pinned me, and all too soon, he’s setting his cock at my entrance. He rubs it there, and I freeze like a deer in the hunter’s sight. He’s going to take me now. No more preparation. No condom, no lube. He doesn’t need the latter, and I agreed to the former. I have an IUD, and the club tests both of us to make sure we don’t have STDs.
The head of his cock presses inside. I moan at the stretch. It hurts, and I want more.
His first thrust has me seeing stars. I’m cumming, clawing at whatever I can touch and thrashing underneath him. He growls and grips my arms, pinning me as he fucks me into the cold ground. I scrabble at the dirt, trying to find purchase. It’s rough and primal, with the leaves in the trees hissing overhead and the moon a silent witness to our depravity.
His cock bottoms out, bumping my cervix, and I orgasm so hard light supernovas behind my eyes. It’s been too long—years—since I’ve been with a partner. Years since I’ve been properly dicked down. And never like this. He hits all the secret, sensitive spots inside me. My womb quakes, and I’m drowning in wave after wave of bliss.
“Ah, yes.” He sounds pained. My inner muscles are rolling, milking his cock. “Fuck yes, bunny. You have such a sweet”—thrust—“little”—thrust—“cunt.”
Why am I so wet? Why does this thrill me? Why am I so excited and closer to another orgasm faster than I’ve ever been?
It has to be the after-effect of adrenaline. In a study I read, people say they feel more attracted to someone when they meet during a stressful time. Like the adrenaline response, heightened heart rate, and sweaty palms come together in a perfect combination. Is it arousal? Or is it fear?
The body is easily confused.
My thoughts are gone, and my body is taking over. It probably thinks it’s about to die; it’s ready and going to ride every wave of pleasure before it goes. This is the survival response in its most amped-up, crazed form.
If I survive this night, I’ll never forget being fucked by a monster in the deep woods. It’ll be enshrined forever as the best fuck of my life.
Godsdammit.
Finally, the hunter grinds his hips against my ass and shudders. In a series of subtle jerks, his cock pumps cum into me, filling me up and setting off more deep flutters inside my belly.
He eases off me enough that I can push up to a sitting position on my left hip. Dirt is ground into my bare skin, and my hair is full of leaves and debris from the forest floor. I’m shivering and wincing from the bruises left by his rough handling. My sex is throbbing from his punishing thrusts, and so is my right ankle and not in a good way.
I try to rise, and my ankle twinges. It won’t take my weight, but I’m desperate to get away. Without his warmth, I’m freezing, and cum is trickling down my leg. I crawl on my hands and knees until a shadow falls over me. His boots pace to my side, and he reaches down to dig his fingers into my messy curls. The tug sends pain shooting through my scalp as he draws my head back. “Going somewhere, bunny?”
I lash out, punching his knee and thighs, flailing in my attempt to hit his dick. He drags me to my knees and tries to lift me to my feet, but as soon as I put weight on my right ankle, I scream in pain and fall.
I end up back on my hands and knees, with him leaning over me. Something soft and warm falls over my head. Suffocating black fabric. He’s taken off his hood and pulled it over my head. Blindfolding me.
Inside the hood, it’s hot and smells like him. He’s everywhere, his scent and touch my whole world. I thrash, but he’s at my back, pinning me, finding my entrance, and pushing inside me again. I’m sore but sopping wet.
He subdues me, and my body gives in, lubricating to ease his way. The rougher he gets, the faster my orgasm rises. Grass and rocks tear into my naked flesh as he grinds me into the earth, and the bite of pain sends pleasure flaring through me. The harder he pounds into me, the harder I fight my own surging need. My orgasm is coming, inexorable. A nuclear explosion that will obliterate everything I am.
It’s too much, but it’s no use. The white-hot edge of pleasure slices into me, and I am undone.
I dig my fingers into the muddy earth and scream. Ecstasy crackles through me, breaking me apart. I can’t escape. It surges again and again. I sob into the hood. The fabric is sodden, sticking to my face. It’s stifling, but I’m grateful for a place to hide because I can’t escape the pleasure pulsing through me.
“Yes, little red. You’re so good, taking my cock like this. You feel so good,” the Wolf keeps murmuring into my neck. My mind is fragmented; I’m drifting in the dark. I pull his sweet nothings around me like a shelter.
“You take me so well.” His cock swells, and he cums, spurting inside me over and over again. I lie there, taking it, and feel a faint sense of satisfaction. His cum is hot, and he’s so deep he’s battering my cervix. No man’s ever filled me like this before.
He rises off me. Immediately, I miss his warmth, his weight. The sweat cools on my skin, and I shiver, coming back to myself. I’m bruised and chilled.
Before I can move, he pulls me up. I’m still in the dark, hot world of his hood. I can’t see, so I’m reaching out to orient me, but he lifts me off my feet. The world tilts, and I cry out. I end up upside down, my hair and arms hanging down. He must have thrown me over his shoulder.
I tear off the hood and suck in fresh air, but it’s all I can do. I’m in no position to do more than brace against his jean-clad ass and try to push myself up. He folds an arm over my legs and steadies me with a hand on my bare ass as he strides through the trees.
“What are you doing?” I cry. He smacks the back of my thigh.
“The night’s far from over, little red. We’re not done.”
Jaeger
I pace through the pines with the little redhead slung over my shoulder like a fresh kill. I’m heading southwest, following the trail only a select few know is here.
The Lodge isn’t the only building on this land. There’s a smaller outbuilding St. James and the Devil built in the woods. A second, smaller lodge. More of a cabin, if a place with all the luxury amenities of a five-star resort can be called a cabin.
I carry my prize through the woods. Once in a while, she starts to struggle, and I spank her ass to get her to behave. I like that she’s still so amped up and ready to fight. She’s hell-bent on getting away from me. I’d chase her all night and punish her for running with a hard fuck on the ground, until she understood the law of the hunt: what I catch, I keep. She’s mine, all mine.
But she’s shivering. And hurt. And I wasn’t fully prepared for this, so I don’t have my preferred toys on hand. Knowing St. James, he’ll have the private cabin stocked with what I need.
I pick up my pace when I see the small building ahead. The lights blink on when I get close, and the redhead winces, hunching against me. For all her resistance, she was wet and ready for my cock. With every step, I breathe in the combined scent of her arousal and my cum—the sweetest perfume.
I key in the door code and step into the entryway’s warm embrace. The heat’s on. I was right. St. James made all the advance preparations.
The cabin is simple and laid out in modern lines. A touch of a button makes the gas fireplace flare with blue and orange flames before I cross the open living area and head for the sole bedroom. It’s as big as the rest of the house, with an ensuite bathroom. The bathroom is my destination. The mirrors show a huge, half-naked brute covered in scars and tattoos, carrying a slight, leaf-covered bundle. We’re both smeared with dirt, and her pale skin shows every mark and bruise from my brutal handling. Her ass is red where I spanked her.
She’s going to be sore tomorrow.
I step right into the walk-in shower and set her down on a tiled bench. She blinks up at me, a dazed little bunny. Her hair is truly red and wild. Her makeup is smeared on her face, and a smattering of dark freckles show through.
She really is perfect.
“What is this place?” Her voice is hoarse.
“Somewhere we can be alone.” I turn on the water. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” I check the temperature of the spray before I let it touch her skin, but she still flinches. Her hands and feet are freezing.
As much as I love to unleash the beast and have a good primal fuck, I also love the aftercare. I’ve always wanted a little pet to bathe and feed, stroke and keep.
And now I have one, and she needs my care.
There’s a bottle of soap that pumps out expensive-smelling foam, so I fill my palm and use my hand to gently rub the dirt off her breasts. She was smart, rolling in the mud so she’d have some camouflage for her milky-white skin. It was a pleasure to roll with her in the dirt, and it’s a pleasure now to clean her up.
“What are you doing?” Her words are slurred, exhaustion hitting after all that adrenaline.
“Getting you all clean.” I don’t add, getting you ready for round two .
I run my hand over her soft belly and thighs, washing away the dirt and leaves. Some of the dark marks won’t wash away. I examine her bruises, and my cock swells in my jeans at the evidence of how I’ve claimed her.
Her sex is shaved bare, silky smooth. I let my touch linger there until her breath catches. She blinks and comes back to the moment enough to shove my hand away. I chuckle and let her deter me. For now.
Once I wash away the streaks of dirt from her feet, her ankle still looks a little pink. I make a mental note to check it in the morning.
“Tip your head back.” I position her how I want her and rinse out her hair. I massage shampoo into her scalp and rinse it out carefully before working a rosemary-scented conditioner into the dark red strands.
The hair care products are specially made for curly hair. St. James really did think of everything.
While my bunny is relaxed and touch-drunk, I switch on the overhead spray and strip off my jeans. I clean myself quickly and turn to find her staring at me through the steam, her dark eyes wide.
“Enjoying the show?” I ask, facing her so she can get an unobstructed view of me soaping up my groin. My cock is granite hard and jutting toward her face.
Unconsciously, she licks her lips. I cup her chin and lean down to claim her mouth. I keep the kiss nice and easy, enjoying her soft sweetness. I slip my tongue in and explore her silky mouth. Her breath comes faster, and I fondle her left breast, thumbing her nipple until it’s hard and erect. My dick is leaking by the time I break the kiss. “Ready for round two?”
Elodie
The hunter towers over me. He has dirty blond hair that hangs past his shoulders and stormy gray-blue eyes in dark rims. Soapy water runs down his back and abs, swirling over his ink. Every part of him is huge and powerful and hard as a rock. The sight of his dick makes my battered sex twinge. I can’t believe I took him so easily.
And I can’t believe I came so hard or so many times. I’ve only had a handful of partners, but it usually takes a vibrator and lots of coaxing to get my body to orgasm. He wrung climax after climax out of me like it was his due. And even though my body is aching in the aftermath, I want more.
I never thought getting chased and ravaged on the ground would be so thrilling. The hunter knew just how to manhandle my body and take control of my pleasure. He was rough in the woods in all the right ways. But now he’s so careful, and the contrast is melting me. I might not know who he is, but my body is relaxing under his gentle touch.
I’ve never been so pampered, not even at the expensive spa I went to yesterday. The contract stipulated I get full body treatments, so I got waxed, plucked, tweezed, buffed, and polished until I was ready to scream. And it was all on St. James’ dime.
Judging by the way the hunter can’t stop stroking my bare pussy, this was all part of his fantasy. He also seems to enjoy taking care of me as much as I am enjoying being taken care of. I’m warm and sleepy, and when he leans down to kiss me, I’m too dazed to fight. I luxuriate under his lips, ready to twine my arms around his neck and pull him closer.
I wake up a little when he mentions round two. “What?”
He rubs a thumb over my lower lip, his eyes hooded as he catalogs my responsiveness. His tattoos wind down his arms and hands, and he has a huge silver skull ring on his middle finger. “Did you think I was done with you?”
“It’s over. You’ve won.”
Is it my imagination, or did his dick just jump? “I did win. And now you’re mine.”
He doesn’t give me a chance to run away or put weight on my leg. He wraps me in a big plush towel and gathers my hair into a smaller, microfiber one, bundling me up and carrying me out to the bed.
He lays me out naked, and the cooler air wakes me up further. He buckles thick, padded leather cuffs around my wrists, and that wakes me up even more. I make a sound of protest even as my pussy heats. I’ve never played with being tied down, but I’ve fantasized about it many, many times.
The fact that it’s with a stranger is even more exciting.
“Shhh, bunny.” He chains my arms above my head, somehow attaching them to the bed. “You don’t need to fight anymore.” He runs a hand down my bare chest, settling his palm on my plush belly. I can’t deny he knows just how to touch me, awakening desires I didn’t know I had. “Give in and let me lead.”
He leans away, opening a drawer in a bedside table and pulling out a pink vibrator and a black bottle of lube. There’s still an ache in my pussy from the way his cock battered me earlier, but my inner muscles flutter with anticipation. I yelp when he sets the vibrator against my sex and turns it on. “You’re going to cum again for me. I want this sweet cunt nice and wet.” He kneels between my legs so I can’t close them. He’s so massive. I don’t know why I ever thought I could fight him and win.
A haziness drifts over me. I’m warm and comfortable and at his mercy. The vibrator buzzes nonstop. My core tightens as my orgasm approaches while the rest of my muscles go lax with surrender.
The whole time, he studies me with his smoky blue eyes. He seems to know when I’m close to climaxing and clamps his hand around my neck. “Cum for me.”
My orgasm burns through me with a bright, white heat. He keeps his fingers collaring me and leans down to kiss me again. This time, I raise my chin and drink him in, shuddering with the aftershocks of pleasure he’s given me.
“Good bunny,” he murmurs, and, in this moment, I don’t hate his nickname for me.
He tosses the vibrator aside and lies down with his face between my legs. He rubs his stubbled cheek on my sensitive inner thighs. I shriek and tug on my chains, and he laughs. He switches to kissing the silvery stretch marks that streak my skin. His mouth inches closer to my pussy, and I whimper. I try to draw up my legs, and he clamps his huge hands on my thighs, holding them down. The move only makes me gush.
“Yes, bunny,” he groans, his hips grinding into the bed. “Give me your sweetness.” He dips his head and licks up my seam, making me arch off the bed. Only his cruel grip holding me open keeps me from levitating right off the bed.
He thrusts his tongue into my pussy, and I scream. His stubble scrapes my sensitive folds, adding a dimension to the pleasure. He finds my clit and laps at it until I’m writhing. He tears orgasm after orgasm out of me, then lifts my hips to spear me with his cock.
He sinks deep into me, fucking me like he wants to destroy my pussy. I fight the chains, and there’s enough give for me to grab his shoulders and dig my nails into his inked skin. Marking him like he’s marked me. The pain makes him roar and slam into me so hard we rock the bed.
I cum so hard I black out. From far away, I feel him pulsing in me, then freeing my wrists and dragging me into his arms. I sink into unconsciousness with his cock still inside me and him kissing my face and breasts and clinging to me like he’ll never let go.