Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 45251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
I’d missed that feeling. I’d instinctively known it would be enhanced with Tracy, but when we’d hunted the prey in a group, something had gotten lost. This was going to be my crack. When it was only him and me.
I picked up a small rock along the way, and I threw it as far as I could to the east.
He heard it when it made impact, which gave me room to advance in the opposite direction.
“Why are you hiding, you coward?!” he screamed.
Closer.
It was the headiest sensation—and to a degree I’d never experienced before. My rapid breathing matched the muted sound of my footfalls, my body was warm and felt more flexible, my focus was razor-sharp, and pain didn’t register.
Closer.
Thirty or so feet… Twenty-five…
Tracy started running once more, but I was faster. He had no idea I was behind him and approaching quickly.
He’d hear me very soon, but by then, it would be too late.
I felt my pocket quickly, making sure I had the handcuffs.
I heard him panting.
For an intoxicating moment, it felt like I was flying through the woods.
At fifteen feet, give or take, he must’ve heard me. He whipped around, and I caught the exact moment his eyes widened with fear and shock. It shot a bolt of dark glee through me, and then he was fucking mine. I slammed into him just as he screamed no, and I sent us both to the dirt. I was quick to shoot my hands out, minimizing my impact, and he had no time to fight back before I grabbed him in a chokehold.
I’d seen the effect I’d had on him earlier.
“Got you,” I growled in a low voice.
He gasped, his hands flying to my grip on him, and he struggled to loosen my hand.
“No!” he choked out.
Yes.
I took a deep breath and settled my body over him, needing to feel his weight underneath me.
Fucking hell, he was gorgeous. Deep into his recovery from the shock, he just thrashed and choked out cries, and he repeatedly failed to pull my hand away. He scratched me up enough to let thin lines of blood well up from under the surface, but he had no real strength yet.
Wanting to push him further, I applied pressure to his carotid arteries, and I traced my nose along his damp cheek.
“You stole something of mine,” I murmured huskily. “Tell me where the key is.”
“I—” He gulped, and I inched back just to see the look in his eyes.
So much fear.
I pushed my cock against his lower abdomen, and his eyes nearly rolled back.
I eased up, allowing him to take a few deep breaths. He immediately went back to panting.
“Go f-fuck yourself,” he croaked.
I felt a slow smile spread across my lips, and I couldn’t deny I was relieved too. With his response, I didn’t need to remind him of his safewords or what color he was. He had his wits about him.
He must’ve remembered he had legs—and that he could do something else with his hands—’cause he chose that moment to punch me hard in the side and squirm his foot from under me.
“You promised me a fight,” I told him. “Why are you so weak and useless?”
Fury took over, and it was fucking glorious. He glared at me, seemingly gathering all his strength, and he thrashed for his life. He screamed at me, punched and slapped at me, and he scraped the soles of his sneakers along my legs.
It actually hurt, but I didn’t show that shit. Instead, I chuckled and made sure he felt my cock getting harder—
Fuck!
I screwed my eyes shut as he slammed his forehead up my nose, and pain exploded through my face. Oh, that little fucker! I groaned and gnashed my teeth, and I freed one hand to cup my nose.
Shit, shit, shit. Thankfully, no blood. My eyes welled up automatically, and I blinked rapidly.
“Get off me!” he snarled. To his credit, he shoved me aside so I was only half on top of him, and that was what he needed. When he attacked me with swift punches, I had to protect myself as the hurt spread like wildfire.
You’re a fighter, baby.
“Jesus,” I coughed.
Before I knew it, he was rolling on top of me, and his fists didn’t fucking let up. He came at me over and over, and he was gone. He had to be. He yelled incoherent insults—I was a motherfucker who needed to be put in my place, and it was apparently my fault he’d run away from his friends.
Enough.
At a particularly harsh blow to my rib cage, I let the skin-deep rage fill my senses as much as possible, and I caught his wrists. Within a second, I pulled up my knee, pushing him forward, and then I could shove him off me, over my head.
I was on my feet before he was, so I yanked him up roughly and rammed him against the nearest tree.