Page 25 of Hunted for the Holidays

She nods in between choked sobs. He doesn't waste any time sheathing himself inside her swollen cunt, and even though I was just there stretching her open, her eyes still screw shut as he rams in.

Dropping down, his elbows bracket her head, his ass flexing with each movement. I can't help but think about how fucking tighthewill be, too.

I suck a finger into my mouth and go around behind him. He doesn't still or slow as I slap his ass. I grab his muscular cheeks in each hand and spit on his puckered hole. My finger traces the tight ring of muscle before I ease the tip inside.

He lets out a moan as I push in past the knuckle, and he ruts into Charlie even harder. I add a second and his head drops toCharlie's chest, biting down on her pert nipple. She cries out, her back arching even under the weight of both of us.

"More," Wyatt growls.

"Look at that, I've got two greedy little sluts," I preen, spitting and working another digit inside. His greedy ass happily takes my fingers while he fucks our girl at a punishing pace. It pushes Wyatt to the edge, his moans wild, his body jerking as he chases his release.

“Come for me, little bird. I need to feel you come with me,” Wyatt pants out before bringing his lips to Charlie’s in a bruising kiss.

They come together, my girl crying into my brother’s mouth as she squirts her release all over herself and my little brother’s dick. He roars an animalistic cry as he empties himself into her. I can feel each spasm of his release as I continue to pump my digits into him through his orgasm.

I pull my fingers out, relaxing on the couch as Wyatt twists around, shifting Charlie's spent body to lay atop his heaving chest. And as I look at them, I can't think of a better way to celebrate Christmas.

EPILOGUE

MATCH MADE IN HELL BY DUTCH MELROSE

One Year Later

Mud splatters off my dirtied boots onto the shiny white marble floor, the doorman looking down his nose at the mess I’m making. His judgmental scowl would normally make me irate, but I don’t have time for his bullshit today. My girl is waiting for me. I brush off his condescending attitude and move to the gleaming glass elevator doors.

My reflection peers back at me. I lookrough. Leading a two week long expedition in the remote mountains will do that to you, I suppose. My hair is a tangled mess of dirty blonde locks, speckled with flecks of blood and mud. My eyes are sunken and rimmed with darkness from lack of sleep, but there’s no denying the spark in them. A smile spreads across my face as I think about my girl, just an elevator ride away, waiting for me.

Being back in the mountains–in the same environment where I met my little bird–brought back so many memories. Despite the fatigue and need for extreme focus as I led my hunting expedition, she was constantly on my mind. And now, being back here, so close to her, I’m feeling feral. Like a cagedanimal, I’m barely able to contain my aggressive hunger for her. My cock stirs to life in my pants at just the thought of sinking inside her pretty pussy.

The elevator dings and I hurry inside. Pushing the penthouse button, I pace back and forth in the small space. With each floor I climb, my anticipation climbs with it. I want to claim every inch of her flesh with my tongue the moment I get near her. She’smine, and I’ve gone too long without her begging and writhing beneath me.

The elevator jerks to a stop at the top floor. With a short ding, the doors slide open. I shove my broad shoulders through the tight opening, barreling into our home.

“Little bird!” I call into the dim apartment. “Come out, come out, wherever you are,” I growl, voice raw with hunger as the beast within me claws to sink its fangs into my pretty little prey. My brother is working late tonight.Our girl is all mine.

Kicking off my muddied boots so I don’t upset my posh princess, I sneak through the darkened foyer in bare feet. All the lights in our home are off, but I know she’s here. I can sense her hiding among the shadows.

“I know you’re here, little bird,” I singsong as I stalk through the expansive space of our open-concept penthouse. “If you come out now, I’ll let you off easy.”

Silence.

My sneaky little girl. She’s become our absolute obsession over the past year. Once the winter storms cleared, we returned to New York. Charlie told everyone Kit had been in a terrible skiing accident and died, and that she would have frozen to death in the woods if two handsome brothers on an excursion to bond hadn’t come along and saved her. We were regaled as fucking heroes. Derek took full control of the entire family company, making usverywealthy.

Charlie’s dad was happy she made it home, until he realized he wasn’t getting her back. We immediately moved her into the penthouse with us. I opened a very successful hunting expedition business, and Charlie, despite the way our relationship came to be, started her own organization, Brave Bunny. When she isn’t busy sucking our dicks and being stuffed full of our cum, she’s helping women get the resources they need to escape abusive relationships. To the outside world, she and Derek are an engaged power couple and I’m the young playboy brother with rugged good looks.

But inside these walls, it’s us; all of us, together. One day, we’ll tell the world about us, cause fuck society and their judgments. But for now, we’re happy. And hopefully, pretty soon it won’t just be the three of us living here happily anymore.

As I turn the corner into our living room, the twinkling of lights brightens the darkness. A giant Christmas tree sits in the corner of the room, shimmering lights wrapped around the branches and illuminating the space. The light refracts off the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook the city skyline, bathing the space in a warm glow.

“Oh naughty little bird, come out! I have a present for you.” My cock thickens behind my zipper as I think about the package I brought home for my girl.

A string of lights is askew, lying fallen across the floor in front of the tree. It looks as though someone was adding them, but stopped when they heard me… she must be close. I move slowly through the space, snapping into hunting mode as my eyes scan the shadows for any movement.

Rounding the couch, the slightest movement catches my eye. The tree twitches. It was the most minuscule of motions, but I know what I saw. I can’t help the smile that spreads across my unshaven face.

“I know you’re hiding, love. If you come out now and get on your knees like a good little slut, I’ll take it easy on you.” I casually stalk around the side of the tree, cutting off her escape route. “If you make me pull you out of there, though, Iwillpunish you.”

A sudden blur shocks me. My girl shoots out from behind the tree, eagerly trying to escape. Her lithe form slips between my shoulders and the window.

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