Page 4 of Thrill of the Hunt

He’s the perfect predator, but I’m too foolish to feel afraid right now. I’m nearly too distracted by his commanding presence to notice the growing bulge in his black pants, but it’s too large to miss. Greyson sees where my eyes have gone, and he reactively slips a hand behind my waist, pulling me into his body. His rock hard length presses into me, showing me just how big he is.

For a moment, I don’t think he’s going to pull away, like he’s going to fuck me right here, right now. His eyes are so dark they’re hard to get a good read on. The anger is easy to see, but they’re also confused and conflicted as he stares down at me, holding me to him.

“You don’t have to do this,” I whisper, quietly pleading with him. “I won’t say anything to anyone.” My breath fans across his neck, making him roll his shoulders back as he fights to control himself.

Snapping his attention away from me, he pulls back, pointing in the direction of the forest which surrounds my home. “The lodge is a mile in that direction. I’ll give you a head start.”

My stomach tightens with his mood change and the news that I’ve unsuspectingly lived a mere mile from where The Exodus congregates. How could I miss this detail? “You want me to run?”

Greyson won’t look at me. His face is set in the direction he’s telling me to go. “You run as fast as you can. I’ll hunt you down, and when I catch you, you’remine.” There’s a predatory growl within his words, making me shiver.

“It’s dark in there!” I snap, catching his attention once more. “There has to be another way.”

“You’ll do as you’re told, or I’ll kill you right now. Don’t be a fucking idiot.” There’s no room for sympathy in his tone.

I fully believe him when he threatens to end me, and I can’t say I blame him. My father tortured him, then forced him to watch as he did unspeakable things to his father.

An eye for an eye, and with my father no longer living…

I am the eye.

“Run, my sweet gazelle,” I whisper, daring to look at her only for a moment.

She looks too fucking hot in that tight black dress, and the mask I had made for her looks absolutely perfect on her. I knew she’d wear black tonight. I’ve learned everything about her over the last year, and I had no doubt what she’d choose for the occasion. Every intricate detail of the mask was made with her in mind.

The metallic shine draws attention to her green eyes, contrasting against them to make them appear even more vibrant than they already are. Her plump lips are on full display just below the mask, perfectly available for drowning on my cock when I shove it down her pretty little throat.

Isabelle doesn’t move. She’s frozen in place, so I do what I have to do to get her running.

“RUN,” I yell as I pull a blade from my back pocket, flipping it open as I advance toward her.

“Fuck! Okay!” she yells back, matching my volume. “I’m going!”

She turns to run, kicking off her heels as she begins the motions. Her head turns back toward me, and I see the fear in her eyes. It makes my cock that much harder. I’m already straining against my pants, but this has me ready to fucking explode without even touching her.

There’s a short distance between the yard and the forest edge, but she clears it quickly. Her long brown hair flaps in the wind behind her as she sprints. Those gold bracelets she chose jingle with each stride, heightening my animalistic senses. Between her sweet perfume and the loud metal clanking together on her wrists, she won’t be hard to find.

I count to thirty, giving her the head start I’d promised. Her bare feet smashing against fallen leaves grows more distant as she puts space between us. With each passing second, my cock grows thicker with anticipation for what it’ll be rewarded with once I catch her.

“Thirty,” I breathe through hushed lips, knowing she can’t hear me. I’m astonished the night is finally here. Thechaseis beginning. Isabelle Garcia is going to bemine,and she better not fuck it up by failing my trials. We’ve both worked so hard for tonight.

I’ve spent countless hours following her every move, and she’s spent nearly as much time preparing herself with personal trainers and self-defense coaches. She morphed herself into the prey I’ve always dreamt of. Pretty, fit, fast, and fucking sexy. The mouth on her also drives me wild. She’s bolder than most, daring to say things others don’t when she sees fit. It makes methink she’d give me a run for my money, and no one has ever come close to that. No one has ever been a more perfect match than my sweet gazelle.

Raising my voice, I can’t help but smile widely as I shout, “Run, run, as fast as you can!” My voice trails off with a laugh.

I’ll hunt her down, then make her choke on my cock.

Taking off in a sprint, I head in the direction she disappeared through the trees. She’s probably shitting herself in the forest. It’s dark, veiled from the moonlight by the dense trees. There are bears and mountain lions, but I’m the predator she should be afraid of tonight.

The lion will catch the gazelle, then feast upon her sweet flesh.

I can’t wait to cut her skin, making her bleed crimson as I sink myself inside her. Killing her was my top priority until I studied her long enough to realize that she’s absolute perfection. I’ll kill her if I must, but I’d prefer to see her join me in The Exodus. The dark shit we could do together would be limitless. That wicked little personality could take us a lot of places. No one would suspect a girl like her could be turned into the deadliest weapon the society has ever seen, and that’s exactly what I intend to do with her. She’s already partially proven herself with her training. She’s fast and strong, but so fucking intelligent. Not many people fight as smart as she does.

Entering the woods, I quickly catch her scent. It’s intoxicating, giving me an immediate high. The forest floor is a mixture of moss, fallen leaves, and dirt. Not much grows here because the trees are so tightly packed that not much sunlight makes its way to the ground. The moss smells earthy and the air feels dry on my throat as I inhale, trying to breathe in every particle ofher.

I’ve studied her long enough to know that she won’t run straight for the lodge. She’ll try to throw me off, taking a zig-zagged path through the thick trees. My cock pulses as I slow, opening my ears.Thisis what I’ve been dying to feel for months. The thrill of the hunt excites me, making me feel animalistic and primal to my core. My little gazelle can run faster than most, but she can’t hide from me. She’ll tire long before I do. My motivation is far stronger than hers.

I’ve abstained from torturing and killing anyone for well over a month in preparation for tonight. I’ve deprived my mind and body of the release I so desperately need to thrive. For me, clarity is found through bloodshed. Perhaps it seems sick, maybe even psychotic, but I truly believe I am at my best when there’s fresh blood on my hands. Taking lives makes me feel powerful, like I’m a god who’s been chosen to be judge, jury, and executioner. The Exodus chose my position based on my ability to be emotionless, and that’s why Isabelle will fit perfectly at my side.

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