Chapter 38
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
June
On Sunday, there was a full moon.
Before Dallas and Madi, I wouldn’t have given a single shit about the full moon. Astrology had never been my area of expertise, that had always been Evie. Witchy vibes? Yes. Actual witchcraft? I left that to my gorgeous baker friend.
I shivered with anticipation as I waited.
I’d put everything else out of my mind. There was something building inside of me, a pressure I was constantly shoving down. Madi still hadn’t told us about the interview. There was just a week left of her being here.
But I needed to let that go.
For the hunt.
Primal play was something I’d never expected myself to love so much, but I was hungry for it. It had awakened something inside me. Since the first night Dallas chased me down, I’d craved more. I loved the roughness of it. I loved knowing that he’d use me, fuck me, then take care of me after.
That he’d take care of us.
With the moon this bright, I could see everything around us. I could see the cacti, the tall grass, the spines of mountains, the houses of my neighborhood in the distance. I could have been on another planet. When Whynot was quiet, everything was so painfully serene and beautiful.
But then there would be the three of us. Uninterrupted. Raw. Giving into our animalistic instincts.
It was late and we were far away enough that I wasn’t worried about anyone nosy looking out their window and going oh god—that June Moore is standing outside naked in nothing but her running shoes.
Well, I also had panties on.
Just so Dallas could rip them off me.
I wasn’t exactly sure what his plan was yet. I’d been sent a very ominous text this morning while at the shop.
Dallas: Moon out tonight. I want both of you waiting for me at 3 a.m. behind June’s house. Different spots. Get ready to run.
I was pretty sure I’d spent the rest of the day wet because of that message.
The crunch of gravel underfoot echoed behind me. I spun around, but immediately relaxed when I spotted Madi.
Holy fuck.
She was stunning. And very very naked aside from the crimson lace panties and bra that fit her just right. Every single thought vanished as she smirked at me, her brow arching in amusement.
“Cat got your tongue?”
“Yeah,” I choked out. “If by cat, you mean your pussy.”
She laughed as she yanked me close to her, planting a kiss on my lips. I melted into her, enjoying the way her tongue swiped against mine.
“Have you seen Dallas yet?” I asked.
She shook her head. “No, but I decided that I was too restless to wait for him. I'm sure he'll find us.”
I snorted. He absolutely would. It was just a matter of when.
“Have you done primal play yet?” I asked.
“Not yet. Well, not like this. I feel like we've gotten primal in the bedroom.”
“We have,” I agreed. “But running from him . . .”
How did I describe how different it felt? How did I tell her how feral it made me feel?
“It's a little different,” I said. “He's very serious about it. And rough. And it's perfect.”
She shivered next to me, her breath puffing out. “I’m nervous and excited.”
I nodded as I surveyed our surroundings again, turning to look back toward my house. I could see a light was on in the window, but it was so far that was really all I knew.
Both of us were wearing tennis shoes. That was good, especially if he was going to make us truly run.
“Be careful on the terrain,” I said. “And keep an eye out for anything on the ground. There are small cacti, but this area is mostly just grass.”
“Do I need to be worried about any bugs?”
“Uhhh . . . no . . . of course not . . . I'm sure it'll be fine.”
“That absolutely did not sound promising,” she said, slapping my ass.
More footsteps drew our attention and this time when we turned, we spotted him.
“Oh,” she whispered.
I swallowed hard. She felt it too. The way the air crackled with heat, the intensity Dallas had when he was in his dominant space. He was different when he was like this.
I took a step back. He took one forward. Another back, another forward.
“Are we sticking together?” Madi asked. “Or are we making this hard for him?”
“Make it hard for him. I want him to earn it,” I pitched my voice louder, making sure he heard us.
He did.
I cursed under my breath as he took off running, a squeal leaving my lips as we went in different directions. His curse echoing behind me had me laughing, which was a mistake.
I glanced back and realized he’d picked me to go after first.
“Fuck.”
My lungs pumped as I sprinted, all too aware of the impending thudding of his steps behind me. He was fast. Too fucking fast.
I dodged right, feeling his fingertips graze my arm. I spotted Madi ahead of me and ran straight toward her. Maybe having us close together would throw him off.
I couldn’t help it. I laughed as I put all my energy into getting away from him. There was something so free about letting go like this. Leaning into my instincts, feeling the burn in my thighs and calves as I pushed myself harder.
Madi stumbled ahead. A bolt of concern ran through me, and I slowed just enough.
Just enough to be caught.
Dallas tackled me, taking me to the ground and rolling. His hand slid behind my head, keeping it from hitting hard. Madi yelled next to us, but he was fast and strong—keeping me in place as he brought her down to the dirt too.
I immediately flipped over, trying to crawl away. “No the fuck you don’t,” he snarled.
His hand clamped around my ankle and he tugged me back, pulling me against her.
Madi let out a low, sultry laugh. He wrestled her thighs apart as I turned over onto my back, kicking back at him.
“Goddamn it,” he huffed as I hit his ribs.
I liked seeing him a little frustrated. I liked making him work for my submission. I especially liked when he looked at me like he was going to tear me limb from limb and knowing I was about to be fucked.
We were all panting. Madi twisted beneath him and her movement forced him to release me. The second I was free, I tried to get away again, but then his arms were around me like a vise. I laughed as he hauled me back to the ground, putting me right next to Madi.
Sweat glistened on his forehead, his eyes wild. He huffed as he held us in place.
Madi blew out a breath, her chest rising and falling. His eyes flicked down to her breasts, to the lace.
I moved my leg carefully, rubbing my calf along the bulge in his jeans.
“Fuck,” I moaned. “You’re so hard.”
“And you caught us,” Madi rasped.
“I did. Stay.” He shot me a dark look. “Don’t you dare try to run again.”
I considered trying anyway, but then the sound of fabric tearing ripped through the air. I gasped as he pulled Madi’s panties free, her expression twisting with shock.
“Those were expensive,” she said.
“And I’ll buy you a whole fucking dresser full of them.” His muscles bulged as he tore the rest away, pushing her knees apart.
Then I was suddenly being dragged toward him. I yelped as he lifted me and turned me over onto all four, wrestling into the spot he wanted me in. My mouth met her pussy and a shockwave of pleasure hit me. My core tightened as I dragged my tongue along her slit.
He ripped my panties off next, growling as he buried two thick fingers inside me.
I was soaked. I gasped as they filled me, my spine arching and toes curling. I looked back over my shoulder at him with a moan. The moon haloed his broad shoulders, shadows dancing over his face as he eased them in and out.
“Put that mouth on her pussy right now.”
“Yes, Sir,” I whimpered.
My gaze went to Madi as I lowered my tongue to her clit. Fire lit in her eyes, her expression waning with pleasure as I started to lick her. Her nipples tightened to stiff points, the silver piercings glinting.
The taste of her was everything. I buried my face between her thighs as Dallas replaced his fingers with the head of his cock. He pushed my head down, keeping me there as he thrusted forward, demanding pleasure from me.
“Fuck,” I cried, but my voice was lost against her dripping cunt.
Pain lanced through my leg suddenly and I shifted my position.
Something sharp had cut my knee, but I didn’t even care.
Nothing mattered but taking his cock and tasting her pussy.
I moaned as they used me, his hand still applying pressure to the back of my head as he drove in and out.
Her nails tug into my shoulders, raking across my skin and leaving angry trails.
Fuck, it felt good. I groaned as he adjusted the angle of his thrusts in a way that hit a spot inside me that was magical. He released my head, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me back to meet every pump.
“Fuck,” I sobbed. “I’m so close.”
Madi answered with a ragged moan, her hips rocking as she chased her orgasm.
I traded my tongue on her clit for my fingers, rubbing quick short circles.
She bucked and screamed, and the sight of her—the sight of her coming undone for me, the vision of how gorgeous she was naked and smeared with dirt with her hair sprawled out beneath her—it burned its way into me, searing my soul, planting the dream of hope.
I could have this.
This could be my life.
Stop it. Stop, stop thinking that.
Hope was such a dangerous thing.
Dallas leaned down, kissing my shoulders. Madi gasped as her muscles coiled, her orgasm rocking through her. Tremors rolled through her body, her muscles tightening and tightening until they released.
“That’s a good girl,” Dallas praised.
He trailed more kisses over my shoulders, his teeth scraping my skin. Pain tore through me as he bit down harder, holding onto me as he thrusted again and again.
My orgasm came from nowhere. A lightning bolt striking, a euphoric rush following. I gasped as I tightened around him, milking his cock through every second of it.
His teeth released me and he moaned in my ear. Heat burst inside me as I melted against Madi, his cock filling me with every drop of his release.
“Dallas,” I whispered.
“Yes, baby?”
“You can hunt me down any time.”
“Me too,” Madi added.
He chuckled. “Good. I plan to.”