Page 18 of Hunted for the Holidays

The sharp crack of the ax head against the dry wood cuts through the silence of the forest. My arms burn and sweat trails down my spine as I swing again and again. I relish the burn, letting my fury release with each pound of my angry ax. What we did with Charlotte was wrong. I shouldn’t want to share some uptight little virgin with my brother, for fucks sake.

But why’d it feel so good?

We can’t get attached to this girl. She’s a fucking liability. She knows too much now–she needs to go.

Derek’s getting attached. I can see it in the way he looks at her. He’s not just keeping her around for a quick fuck; he wants tokeepher. It was supposed to be just the two of us. Now, it seems like he’s ready to play house with his little plaything.Fuck that.

It was always supposed to be just the two of us.

My breathing is ragged and pained as I snap the final log in two. More snow is already starting to fall in big, fat flakes, and at this rate, we’ll be snowed-in here for months. Maybe we can keep her until the weather clears up; have something tooccupy the time while we’re trapped here. If it means I get to keep feeling this intense pleasure they seem to be able to pull from me, it’d be worth it. We can dispose of her after that and move back intoourpenthouse and regain control ofourfamily company.

Yeah, that seems like a good plan.

Rolling my sleeves up to expose my forearms to the cold air, I stack the wood neatly against the side of our cabin. We should have enough to keep our home heated until we’re able to get out of here once all the snow clears. If we’re going to be stuck here, I might as well enjoy the little captive. She may be a liability, but at least having her here allowed me to feel Derek’s cock against mine for the first time. I’ve craved him for as long as I can remember, and what we did in the woods was even better than I imagined it would be. Getting rid of her will be a problem for another day. For now, I grab a few logs and head inside.

The warm air hits me immediately as I step over the threshold, biting at my frozen face. At least my beard keeps the bottom half warm. Leaning back against the door to close it, I notice the lights are off. The sun has all but set, cloaking the house in oppressive darkness that comes with winter evenings.

“Hey!” I shout into the empty darkness beyond the entryway. “Derek, I’m back!”

I’m met with silence.

Shucking off my boots, I venture further inside. Part of me worries our little bird has flown away again, but if she ran, I would’ve seen her flee.

A flicker of light beyond the kitchen catches my eye.The living room.

I wander through the house. It looks like they’ve cleaned up dinner, the kitchen is spotless. A sting of jealousy curls around my core as I think about them laughing, splashing each other with water, enjoying themselves. While I was outside…alone.

Heading towards the living room, the flicker of the television draws me in like a moth to a flame. A movie I don’t recognize plays on the large TV mounted above the fireplace. I bought the DVD player just for Derek. He’s been playing catch-up on pop culture since he got out. I would rather be outside, in the fresh air. I’m not watching the movie anyways, though. No, my eyes are trained on the forms sprawled out on the couch. The blue light from the screen illuminates my brother leaning back on the leather, with my little bird curled up like a sweet little pet next to him.

Charlotte’s in oversized gray joggers that I recognize as Derek’s, and the same skin-tight cami we removed from her the first night we brought her here. I can see the stiff peaks of her nipples through her thin material, and it makes my dick harden.

As I enter the room, Derek’s eyes meet mine. His gaze is filled with mischief—I know that look. I’ve come to crave it at this point. His fingers find our girl's chin, tilting her face towards him and away from me. He pulls her in, their lips meeting in a tender kiss.

He deepens the kiss, leaning her back on the couch as he hovers above her. She moans, the sound traveling straight to my cock. Our little virgin is such an eager girl. My brother’s hand moves to cup her breast, his fingers flicking her peaked nipple.Fuck me.Her palm splays against his hard stomach and heat licks up my spine as I watch them. My eyes rake slowly over their entangled forms up to their faces. Charlie’s eyes are screwed shut, but when I meet the heat of Derek’s gaze pointed at me, he winks.

Motherfucker.

Dropping the wood beside the fireplace, I see my little bird jump in my periphery.

“Sorry to interrupt,” I grumble before stomping across the room and sinking down on the couch next to Charlie. She shifts,creating space between Derek and herself. The move brings her closer to me, her thigh brushing my hand as she turns to face me.

“You’re never interrupting,” she purrs, her lithe fingers interlacing with mine.

She’s everything I’ve never wanted before–soft, sweet, sensitive. Usually, I like more fire in my partners. There’s something about the fight and hard edges; I think that’s what drew me into being with men in the first place. But even so, every time this girl’s in my proximity, I can’t help the possessive urge to feel her that takes hold of me. I don’t just want to fuck her, I want toownher.

“This movie is boring,” Derek mutters as he pushes to stand, stalking towards the entertainment center. He grumbles to himself as he rifles through the DVDs. I can’t wait to return to civilization and explain to him that no one watches DVDs anymore. He’s gonnahateit.

Glancing down, Charlie’s delicate little fingers have slipped from mine, slowly walking their way up my thigh.Naughty little birdie.

Hooking a finger under her chin, I tilt her face towards mine and stare at my sweet little captive. Lust swirls in her blue eyes. It looks as if she’s as eager for me as I am for her. Threading my fingers into her hair, I pull her into me, pressing a kiss against her soft lips. She tastes like vanilla. “Such a desperate little slut for us, aren’t you?” I murmur against her mouth.

Her fingers find the outline of my hardening cock and start to trace it absentmindedly.

“Were you this much of a slut for Kit, little bird?” I hiss as her fingers curl around my waistband.

“No,” she replies, her voice a soft and needy whisper as she attempts to work my pants open with one hand. “Just you guys. I’ve never…”

“Never what, Charlie?” I rasp, helping her unbutton my fly.

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