Page 11 of Wolf

Branches whip at my face and snag my clothes. My heart thunders as Matias’s footsteps grow louder. He’s toying with me, letting me think I have a chance before he pounces.

Despite my fear, I find myself exhilarated by this depraved game he’s forcing me to play. I know his intent was never to let me escape—he wants to hunt me down and claim me as his prize.

My legs with exertion. I glance over my shoulder and see him, a mere shadow flitting between the trees, closing in on me with each stride of his powerful legs.

I whip my head back around, searching for any place to hide or take cover. But the forest is an endless tangle of twisted branches and impenetrable darkness. There’s nowhere for a frightened rabbit to run from the wolf’s jaws.

A gnarled root catches my foot, and I pitch forward, crying as I hit the ground hard. I scramble to push myself up, but Matias is on me instantly. His weight slams into me, knocking the wind from my lungs as he pins me to the damp earth.

“Caught you,” he growls in my ear, his body caging me beneath him. I can feel the power coiled in his muscles, the feral hunger radiating from him.

I thrash wildly, trying to buck him off, but he’s immovable. Chuckling darkly, he grabs my wrists and slams them down above my head, rendering me helpless beneath him. Our ragged breaths mingle in the small space between us.

“You never had a chance, baby,” he taunts, his lips grazing the sensitive skin below my ear. A tremor of fear and something darker courses through me at his touch.

Matias pushes away to look into my eyes, his glittering with a predatory light as he savors the sight of me trapped. Slowly, deliberately, he trails the sharp blade of his knife along my jaw, down my throat.

“You’ll learn,” he murmurs, the knife pressing into the soft hollow of my neck. “This is your place—beneath me, submitting to your hunter.”

My chest heaves with a confusing mix of terror and inexplicable arousal as the blade dances lower, slicing through the thin fabric of my shirt. Matias’s gaze burns into mine, daring me to fight.

I know with chilling certainty that he won’t let me go, no matter what I do. So I lie trembling beneath him, my defiance momentarily broken, waiting to see how far he’ll push me this time.

Pinned beneath him, I feel vulnerable and exposed, my breath coming in short gasps. Despite my resistance, my body responds to his touch, betraying my conflicted desires.

Matias’s eyes burn into mine, daring me to look away. “Do you know what happens when the wolf catches the rabbit?” he asks, his voice a low, dangerous purr.

I refuse to answer, biting my lip as his fingers trail along my skin, sending shivers through me. I know what comes next—he eats me. The thought fills me with disgust and arousal that ignites a fire in my core.

He smirks, his white teeth gleaming in the moonlight. “That’s right, baby. The wolf eats the rabbit up.”

And then he moves. Lower, his lips and tongue mapping a path of fire from my neck to the sensitive valley between my breasts. My breath catches as he teases the edge of my cleavage, his tongue flicking out to taste my skin.

“So sweet,” he murmurs. “I could feast on you forever.”

I can’t suppress a soft moan as his mouth continues its descent, kissing and nipping at my stomach. My fingers tangle in his hair, encouraging him to continue his exploration.

Matias chuckles, his eyes glinting with an evil light. “You like that, don’t you? But you won’t admit it.”

I swallow hard, my throat feeling suddenly dry. “I... I don’t...”

He silences me with a growl, his fingers tightening on my hips. “Don’t lie. Your body gives you away.”

I bite my lip, wanting to deny him the satisfaction of hearing me admit it. But he’s right. My body is on fire.

Matias chuckles again. Then, without warning, he yanks my dress up roughly, baring me to the cold night air. I gasp, my cheeks flaming with mortification, but he doesn’t give me time to react.

His mouth is on me, his tongue deftly parting my sensitive folds, tasting and teasing me. I cry out, my head falling back as pleasure explodes through me. My hands grasp uselessly at his shoulders as he devours me, his fingers digging into my thighs to hold me in place.

“Matias—” I start to say, but my words dissolve into a moan as he finds the perfect spot, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my veins.

He looks at me then, his eyes reflecting the moon’s silvery glow. His tongue and fingers work in tandem to drive me wild. My hips buck, seeking more of the exquisite sensations he’s stirring within me.

The forest melts away, the gritty reality of our situation fading to nothingness. It’s just us, our bodies moving in rhythm and the overwhelming tide of pleasure threatening to pull me under.

Teetering between heaven and hell on the precipice, I whine when Matias pulls away, leaving me empty and gasping.

My eyes snap open to see him sit back on his haunches and wipe his mouth with his hand. A shiver runs through me, half from the cold night air and half from the unsatisfied need humming through my veins.

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