Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 108721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
“Mmm, she's got teeth. But so do I.” The words come out in a low groan as I lean in and run the rubber mouth of the fox mask down her neck.
She whimpers. Trembles under me, the feeling entering my own body. I stare down at her face, taking note of her pinched features, the way her eyes are squeezed shut, like she’s trying to crawl inside herself. Wait. The realization of it all slams into me like a brick wall. This isn't a game to her. She's truly fucking terrified.
I slowly raise the mask up to rest on top of my head and lower my face near hers. “Ely, look at me.”
She shakes her head hard, and I spot the streak of tears as they slide down the apples of her cheeks. There’s a smudge of dirt on her pretty pointed chin.
“Ely,” I whisper. “You're safe. Always safe. I'm not going to hurt you. Open your eyes and see. I've taken off the mask.”
Her body shudders against me once more, and it's not in pleasure. Fucking hell. How did I not see how far down the rabbit hole she'd gone? Trapped in a memory, triggered by the chase.
“Ely, Ely, Ely...” I continue saying her name, hoping to bring her back.
It takes a minute and more patience than I ever thought I’d be capable of possessing, but slowly, the panic recedes, and she cracks one eye open to look up at me. The only way to describe the look in her eyes is relief. Complete relief.
“Seb...Sebastian?” Her voice cracks, ending on a sob.
“Yes.” I nod, searching her eyes for sanity. “It's me. You're okay.”
She blinks her eyes open, her gaze darting around the quiet forest before coming back to my face. “You...you did this? You had them kidnap me?” I don’t miss the way her voice rises, ringing with panic.
“No, I didn't have them kidnap you. I didn’t know you were out here.” All I can do is shake my head. Fucking Christ. I should’ve known something like this would happen. Why would I ever think she signed up or willingly joined the event? “It was probably fucking Lee.”
She nods once, then again. “Yes, he… he dressed me in this…whatever it is…and Drew. He was…he brought me out here.” Her lips tremble as she speaks, but at least she is here, her mind present, with me.
I’m a little surprised that Drew was involved, being that Elyse and Bel are friends, but that doesn’t matter. I’ll deal with them assholes later. Right now, my concern is Elyse.
“Listen, it’s going to be okay. They were just trying to fuck with me.”
“Wait, why? What's happening? Why did they bring me out into the woods and dump me here?” She questions, her voice small and whisper thin. “And how did you know I would be here? Are you going to hurt me?”
I had hoped this event would come and go without a hitch, but I guess Lee and Drew had other fucking plans. “No, no one is going to hurt you. Lee stuck you in the middle of the annual event for The Mill. The Hunt.”
Her eyes go wide. “The Hunt? Like the sex game thing.”
I feel my neck flash hot at her accusation. “Yes, it’s a primal hunt. A lot of people beg for an invitation to this event,” I say, almost indignantly. “But you didn’t sign up for it. You aren’t here because you want to be, so it’s okay. I can take you back to the house.”
I push up to ease some of my weight off her, but when her tiny hands curl into the fabric of my shirt, I pause. “Wait.”
Her blue eyes shine like luminous pools of water. I notice she’s breathing deeper now, her features relaxed, and it allows me to calm as well, but in the wake of that calmness, I realize how close our bodies are and how badly I still want her. We never finished our conversation from last night, but discussing that now feels wrong. I know we need to talk about it, but all I want is to be inside her, to claim her, and keep her.
My cock grows thick at the thought, and I realize the moment she feels it pressing against her pussy. A soft breath escapes her lips, similar to that of a gasp but more sexual. Her pretty blue eyes widen with shock that bleeds into curiosity as we stare at each other.
The air between our bodies grows heavy, electrically charged. I find myself panting, a desperate need threatening to tear me apart at the seams. The fate of us lies in her hands, and only hers. If she wants me to take her back to the mansion, I will.
But if she gets up and runs from me, there will be no going back. I will chase her, and when I catch her, I will fuck her into submission until the only thing she sees and feels is me.