Page 16 of Wolf

“Now, it’s just you and me. Time to play.” My voice drops to a growl.

Kali’s eyes light up with fear and desire as I issue my command. “Run, rabbit. Run.”

Her body tenses, ready to spring into action, but she hesitates, torn between her fear and the allure of my touch. I can practically feel the electricity crackling between us.

Without warning, I trail my fingers along her arm, eliciting a shiver. “What’s the matter? Don’t you want to play?”

Kali sucks in a sharp breath, her gaze flickering between my face and my hand. I can see the battle within her—the desire to flee warring with the temptation to give in.

“I...I don’t understand,” she whispers.

I laugh, closing the distance between us until I can feel her trembling against me. “Understand this: I want you to run. I want to chase you, to hunt you down.” My fingers trail up to her throat, my thumb caressing her pulse point. “And when I catch you...”

Kali’s breath catches, and I can see the conflict in her eyes. She’s afraid, but there’s also a glimmer of desire that calls to the predator within me.

Without another word, I step back, my hand falling from her skin. “Run, Kali. Run.”

This time, she doesn’t hesitate. With a small, strangled sound, she turns and darts into the forest, her footsteps echoing in the stillness of the night.

I stand there, watching her go, a smile curving my lips.

Adrenaline surges through me as I give chase, my long strides quickly eating up the distance between us. Kali is fast, but I’m faster, driven by an insatiable hunger that nothing else can satisfy.

The trees blur around us as we weave through them, Kali’s terrified gasps spurring me on. I can see the desperation in her movements and how she pushes herself to the limits of endurance.

But I’m not content to catch her. No, I want to prolong this game, to savor every moment of her fear and the sweet, delicious anticipation of her capture.

So I hold back, letting her gain a little ground, watching as she dares to hope she might escape. And then, with a burst of speed, I close the distance, my fingers brushing against her hair as she darts away.

Her steps falter as she realizes there is no escape. Slowing to a stop, she braces herself against a tree, her chest heaving. Stepping out from the shadows, I watch her face pale as she registers my presence. She’s magnificent, wild-eyed, and breathless, her hair tangled from running.

I let her see the cuffs in my hand, holding them up so the metal gleams in the moonlight. Her eyes widen, and her chest rises and falls rapidly as she processes what will happen.

“Please...” she whispers. Not a plea for mercy but a desperate begging to be fulfilled.

I stalk toward her, taking my time, relishing her growing apprehension. “You know what I want. Give it to me.”

Her eyes flash with defiance, but it’s a poor disguise for her true nature. Her gaze drops to my lips, giving her away.

“I’m going to cuff you,” I growl, stepping closer. “I’m going to take control. Do you want that?”

A shudder runs through her, and she bites her lip, her body instinctively swaying toward me.

“Answer me,” I demand.

“Yes,” she breathes, her resistance crumbling. “Yes, please.”

I smirk, my thumb finding the pulse point on her throat once more. “Say it again. Describe to me exactly what you want.”

“I want...” she pauses, hesitating as if ashamed. “I want you to cuff me. I want you to take me.” Her voice is little more than a whisper, but it sends a rush of heat through me.

I move swiftly then, capturing her wrists and pulling them behind her back. The cold metal of the cuffs clicks into place, securing her. She makes a small, satisfied sound as I tighten them, her head falling back in surrender.

Her eyes are bright with anticipation as I tug on her bound wrists, positioning her how I want her. Her knees hit the forest floor, and she looks up at me, her expression a mixture of fear and want.

I step forward, crouch down, my breath hot against her face, and claim her mouth in a kiss that steals the air from her lungs. She moans into my mouth, her body arching toward me, but I hold her firmly in place, one hand in her hair.

“You’re mine now, little rabbit,” I murmur against her lips. “All mine.”

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