Cabin Fever (Dangerous Desires #4)

Prologue - Red Riding Hood and the Huntsman

TALON

The forest floor was a carpet of damp moss and fallen leaves, each step I took a soft crunch that betrayed my presence.

I was playing the part, a huntsman tracking more than just game today.

And there she was, just as we’d planned, my little Red Riding Hood, looking deliciously lost and innocent.

Her crimson cloak was a splash of impossible color against the deep greens and browns of the woods, the hood cast over her golden hair.

She looked up, her wide, blue eyes—Kat’s eyes, really—fixing on me with a perfect mimicry of feigned fear.

“Please, sir,” she began, her voice a breathless whisper that sent a jolt straight to my groin.

“I think I’m lost. I was just gathering kindling.

..” She gestured with a small, empty basket to a pathetic pile of twigs at her feet.

The roleplay was already igniting the air between us, the scent of pine and earth mixing with the raw, musky scent of my own arousal.

“Lost, little one?” I rumbled, letting my gaze sweep over her, taking in the way the cloak skimmed her generous curves.

“These woods can be a dangerous place for a young girl all alone.” I took another step closer, the space between us shrinking, charged with anticipation.

“I’m Talon. A huntsman. Perhaps I can help you. ”

The beautiful blonde’s bottom lip trembled. “Oh, would you? I just wanted to get back to the path, but everything looks the same.”

“I know these woods better than my own hand,” I said, my voice dropping lower. “But there’s a toll for passage.” I let my hand rest on the front of my worn leather trousers, right over the hardened length of my shaft. “A price for my protection.”

Kat’s eyes, still wide with that theatrical innocence, darted down to my hand and then back up to my face.

A flicker of pure, unadulterated lust—her own, shining through the character—passed through them before being masked again.

“A... a toll?” she stammers. “But I have nothing to give you, Sir Huntsman.”

“You have everything to give me,” I growled, closing the final distance.

I grabbed her wrist, not roughly, but with an undeniable claim.

“And I have something for you as well. Something to keep you warm on these cold nights.” I led her behind a thicket of ancient, moss-covered oaks, their branches forming a leafy canopy above us.

Here, the light was dappled and green, our own private bower.

She gasped as I spun her around to face a broad tree trunk, pressing her against it. My body caged hers, my hips pinning her soft ass against my straining erection. “Please,” she whimpered, but the arch of her back told me her plea was a lie.

“Shhh, Little Red,” I murmured against the shell of her ear, my breath hot.

“The big bad wolf isn’t the only one who wants to eat you up.

” I flipped up her cloak, my hands immediately finding the hem of her simple cotton dress.

I bunched it up around her waist, exposing the smooth, pale roundness of her ass and the sheer, already-damp lace of her thong.

I groaned, running a rough palm over the curve of her cheek. “Perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect.”

“You’re a bad man,” she breathed, pushing her hips back against my hand like a horny slut.

“And you’re a wicked little girl, wandering the woods dressed like this, tempting a hungry huntsman.

” I hooked my fingers into the thin string of her thong and pulled it down her legs.

Kat stepped out of it willingly, me watching with satisfaction as a silvery string of pussy juice connecting her sweetness to the gusset grew long and then broke.

“You’ve got a horny little cunt, don’t you? Let me take care of it, sweetheart.”

I knelt, spreading her cheeks with my hands, and blew a hot stream of air over her puckered hole and the glistening folds of her cunt.

“Talon,” she moaned, her voice breaking.

“What was that, Little Red?” I asked, my tongue darting out for a quick, teasing taste of her juices.

She shuddered. “Ah, that’s better. Begging for it already.

” I stood and quickly undid the lacings of my trousers.

My cock sprang free, thick and heavy, the head already beading with pre-cum.

It was hard as iron, a weapon of pure steel, ready to plunder.

I gripped the base, stroking it once, twice. “Look at this,” I commanded. “This is my axe, and I’m going to use it to split your cunt open.”

Kat turned her head, her gaze locking onto my shaft. A true, unbidden moan escaped her lips. “It’s so big, Sir Huntsman! Please be gentle.”

“Big enough to chop down this forest,” I grunted, lining the head up with her slick entrance. I didn’t push in right away. I just rested it there, letting her feel the heat and weight of my member. “Tell me what you want, Red Riding Hood. Tell the woodsman what you need.”

“You,” she gasped, her knuckles white where she gripped the bark of the tree. “I need you inside me. Please use your axe on me.”

With a guttural groan, I drove forward, burying myself to the hilt in one smooth, powerful thrust. The wet heat of her cunt engulfed me, her inner walls clamping down like a velvet vise. I stayed still for a moment, savoring the sensation of being completely sheathed in her tight, willing body.

“Fuck,” I snarled, my hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises. “You feel that? That’s a real woodsman’s axe splitting you wide.”

“Yes!” Kat cried out as I began to move. “Oh god, yes! Split me with your huge axe!”

I set a brutal, driving rhythm, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in, my hips smacking against the soft flesh of her ass with every thrust. The forest around us filled with the sounds of our coupling—my grunts, her cries, the slick, wet slap of flesh on flesh.

I watched my cock, glistening with shiny arousal, pistoning in and out of her, a reddened, furious tool claiming her again and again.

Her breasts bounced with the force of my movements, constrained by her dress.

I wanted to see them, to feel them. I pulled out, ignoring her whimper of protest, and spun her around.

Her cloak fell from her shoulders, pooling on the mossy ground.

I yanked the front of her dress down, exposing her large, perfect tits, the nipples tight and rosy.

I bent my head, taking one into my mouth, sucking hard, laving it with my tongue while my hand kneaded the other.

“Talon,” she gasped, her fingers tangling in my dark hair, holding me to her chest. “Oh, fuck, Talon.”

“That’s it,” I muttered against her skin. “Say my name. Tell me who’s fucking you.”

“Talon! You are! Your axe feels so good!” my blonde beauty wailed.

I lifted her, her legs automatically wrapping around my waist. I braced her back against the tree trunk, using it for leverage, and slammed into her again.

This new angle was deeper, more intense.

Her head fell back, her mouth open in a silent scream as I drove into her, hitting that secret spot inside that made her entire body tremble.

“I’m going to come,” she choked out, her eyes rolling back. “Oh god, don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop!”

“Come for me, you little slut,” I growled, pounding into her relentlessly. “Come all over my big axe. Milk it with that tight cunt.”

Her orgasm hit her like a storm, a violent shudder that wracked her entire frame. Her pussy clamped down on me like a fist, fluttering and contracting in waves that pulled at my own climax. Her cries echoed through the trees, a raw, primal sound of pure, unadulterated release.

“Oooh!” Kat screamed. “Oh oh oh!”

I could feel my own climax boiling in my balls, a pressure building to an unbearable peak.

“I’m going to fill you,” I gritted out, my strokes becoming erratic, losing their rhythm.

“I’m going to plant my seed deep inside this pretty little cunt.

No protection. Just my axe, bare inside your pussy walls, marking you as mine. ”

“Yes! Do it! Come inside me!” Kat wailed, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Mmmm!”

With a final, brutal roar, I buried myself as deep as I could go.

The world dissolved into a blinding white flash of pleasure as my cock erupted, spurt after spurt of hot, thick come flooding her insides.

I held her there, pinned against the tree, my body jerking with the force of my release, emptying myself completely into her welcoming heat.

“Fuck!” I roared. “Oh shit shit shit!”

We stayed like that for a long moment, a panting, sweaty tangle of limbs, our hearts hammering against each other.

The forest was quiet again, save for the sound of our ragged breaths and the distant call of a bird.

I slowly lowered the blonde goddess to the ground, my softening cock slipping out of her, followed by a trickle of our combined fluids that ran down her inner thigh.

I looked at her, at my Kat, her blonde hair a mess, her lips swollen, her blue eyes hazy with satisfied bliss. She leaned against the tree, a slow, satisfied smile spreading across her face.

“Well, Huntsman,” she murmured, her voice husky. “I don’t think I’m lost anymore.”

I chuckled, pulling up my trousers. “No, Red Riding Hood. I’d say you’ve found exactly what you were looking for.” I reached down, scooping up her discarded thong and tucking it into my pocket. “And I think I’ll keep this. A souvenir of our toll.”

A playful pout formed on her kiss-bruised lips. “You can’t just take my panties, Sir Woodsman. How will I walk home without them?”

I closed the distance between us again, my body still humming with the aftershocks of our frenzy.

I tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet my gaze.

“Who said anything about you walking home?” I murmured, my thumb stroking her jawline.

“I’m not done with you yet. The toll for passage was just for the path.

There’s a whole forest to explore.” My eyes dropped to her chest, where her dress was still bunched beneath her big breasts.

“And I haven’t even had a proper taste of my payment. ”

Her breath hitched. I took it as an invitation.

I lowered my head, my tongue tracing a path from the hollow of her throat to the valley between her huge tits.

Her skin was salty with sweat, sweet with her own unique scent.

I took a nipple into my mouth again, this time gently, swirling my tongue around the tight peak.

Kat sighed, her hands coming up to rest on my shoulders, her body molding against mine.

“You’re insatiable,” she whispered, but it wasn’t a complaint. It was a celebration because I’ve hired this girl to come to my cabin for some dirty roleplay … and the fun has just begun.