Page 111 of Hate Me

He groaned as I jerked him roughly a couple of times.

As I pulled away, he whimpered in protest.

I slapped both his ass cheeks in turn. “Our woman needs us.”

“Finally,” Bastian said, smiling excitedly.

“Let’s fan out. Surround her,” I said.

The two of them nodded, and then they were disappearing deeper into the dark forest, Bastian heading over to my left, and Caleb to my right.

Adrenaline thrummed through me, anticipation intensifying to an unbearable degree.

I didn’t fight it or try to push it down like I usually did.

Not even a little.

No. Tonight, she was getting the animal.

And he couldn’t fucking wait to meet her.

A growl rumbled from me as I caught sight of Skylar’s negligee discarded on the stony dirt path.

Mmm.

So she was just in her thong and heels now.

A highly appetizing visual.

She was so desperate for us to find her and make her our prey that she’d taken to leaving a proverbial trail of breadcrumbs.

Not that I’d needed it.

I’d picked her up ten minutes ago.

She was good, I’d give her that.

She was a hell of a runner—even in the spiked heels she’d put on tonight—and she could evade very effectively and strategically. Her movements had actually set Bastian off in the wrong direction. Caleb, too, until he’d managed to catch onto it. I hadn’t expected Bastian to, because he was too far gone in his need for her right now that his brain was barely operational, all his blood most definitely driven south.

No matter, he’d be guided back in the right direction soon enough.

Once I made her scream out into the still night.

Movement flitted across my vision a few feet ahead and I zoned in on it through the darkness to see her right there, trying to cross a stream onto another patch of land, the clearing surrounded by more trees and brush.

I picked up my pace, breaking into a run, my footsteps thudding on the forest floor with definitive force.

She swung her head my way and jolted.

It cost her. Her foot slipped on one of the stepping stones, and then her heel sunk into the stream with a splash. She squealed at the ice-cold water on her bare skin, the sound thickening my cock.

She fumbled to kick her heels off, tossing them onto the bank ahead of her, then crossing the rest of the stream over there in bare feet.

I reached the water just as she’d made it into the clearing.

I didn’t bother with any preamble, the animal taking the reins and zeroing in on its prey, plowing through any obstacles in its path in a bid to get to her. I jumped into the stream, water spraying up my jeans as my shoes sank to the bottom, the water rising halfway up my calves. Ignoring it, I pushed onward, wading quickly through the water, then jumping onto the bank.

She was halfway across the clearing, trying to disappear through the next set of trees.

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