Page 121 of The Pact

I feel her pulse thudding against my fingers where I have her pinned down.

It’s adorable that she thought she’d be able to outrun or outsmart me. Her first mistake was wearing this yellow athletic set. Thea stuck out against all that green.

My perfect little target.

Just when she thought she was in the clear, I grabbed her. That look in her eyes when she realized she hadn’t sensed me coming isn’t something I’ll easily forget.

My cock swells and I know she feels it by the way she pushes her hips up, trying to get closer. I could easily pull both our shorts down and fuck her right now, but I’m still riding the high of the chase. I need more.

Brushing my nose over her jaw and tracing up to her ear, I whisper roughly, “You’re being awful cooperative. I don’t know if I like that.” Thea’s body stills beneath me as she takes in my words. She realizes I want a struggle.

Her breathing speeds up.

“You want me to fight back?” She asks, her voice innocent and curious.

I push my cock into her. “Fight like your life depends on it.”

Now she looks scared. Good.

Suddenly, she thrashes beneath me. Her arms wriggle under my grip and her hips buck as she tries to get an ounce of advantage over me. We both know I’m much too powerful for her to actually win, but I don’t want her discouraged.

I give her an inch, the slightest opportunity. Let’s see what she does with it.

Thea slips a hand free. Without hesitation, she brings her palm across my face. It shocks me more than anything. It shocks her too. My cheek is stinging hot as I see Thea’s eyes widen and her lips part. She’s going to apologize. I don’t want that.

Giving her a wide grin of approval, I make sure she knows she’s doing exactly what I like. “That’s it, blue eyes. Show me what you’ve got.”

Her face transforms from surprise and regret to determination. This time, her thrashing is volatile and I think she might actually have a shot at besting me.

Thea manages to get one of her legs pulled up towards her chest and then drives it right into my dick. Fuck. My hands rush to cradle my crotch as pain radiates like lightning from my balls. She doesn’t stop to make sure I’m okay. That’s my girl.

Sliding her legs out from beneath me, she flips over on all fours. What a beautiful fucking view. She’s about to take off, so I push past the pain and grab her by the waistband of her shorts, keeping her in place.

“Where do you think you’re going?” I drag her backwards. She glances at me over her shoulder and I know from that one look she isn’t giving up just yet.

Thea launches herself forward, pulling me with her. My other hand shoots out to keep my chest from hitting the ground. When I glance up, her waistband is around her thighs. She’s sacrificing them to get away. Despite the pain from her knee to my groin, I feel the blood rush to my cock, making it even harder than before.

Yanking backwards, I hope to drag her closer to me. It only makes her shorts slide lower. They’re around her ankles now. A devious cackle comes from her, making me go rigid. Is she enjoying this as much as I am? Maybe even more?

That’s all the advantage she needs to take off. Thea’s left me with her bright yellow shorts in hand and the sight of her running through the grass in her white thong, ass bouncing with each step.

I lick my lips, hungry for the chase.

My eyes never leave her body, even as she pushes into the woods beyond the clearing.

She’s slowing down, just like she had earlier. It makes me speed up. I jump over a fallen tree and dodge as many clawing branches as I can, although a few slap me across the face. I’ll have scratches to show for it later.

I glance away for a second and lose sight of her. Fuck. Logically, I know she’s here, somewhere. But that emotional part of me panics. She’s in the woods, in her panties, and I can’t see her. What if she gets hurt? What if someone else finds her? The first thought is plausible. The second is absurd. Still, rage surges through me at the idea of another man finding my Thea half dressed.

Coming to a stop, I take a breath to steady my senses. I listen to everything around me. The chirping of the birds, high in their nests. The rustle of leaves in the breeze. The snap of a twig. My head whips to the left, knowing she’s somewhere over there.

I dash towards the sound, hoping to catch her before she gets a second wind. There’s a tree large enough to hide her a few feet away. She’s behind it. I circle it wide, wanting to surprise her, like I had earlier. However, when I round it, she’s not there.

My head swivels in all directions. Where the fuck is she? My heart is racing. This isn’t how it’s supposed to go. I’m about to call out for her when I see it.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see a patch of bright yellow. My instincts take over and I’m prepared to take off after her. Except she’s not running. Thea’s standing there with a rock in her hand. My head tilts in confusion. She tosses it in my direction, as it hits the ground, twigs snap beneath its weight. She fucking got one over on me.

I see the faintest of smirks play over those pretty pink lips as she sees the realization come over me.

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