Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
“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.