Page 26 of Hunted for the Holidays

She’s quick.

I’m quicker.

Grabbing her by the shirt, I pull harshly and her body flies backwards, crashing to the ground. Before she can react, I’m on her. I use my weight to pin her beneath me. Ripping and tearing at her clothes, I begin to expose her pristine flesh.

“Wyatt! Stop! My shirt!” She howls as I tear the straps of her little cami. She bucks her hips, desperately trying to knock me off of her. But I’m too big, too strong, and too hungry for her. Placing my hand in the hemline of her ruined shirt, I rip and pull until her beautiful breasts spring free. I can’t contain the growl that leaves my lips. I’ve missed her. Bringing my head down, I find my initials scarred in her flesh and run my tongue along the lines. My girl moans as I lick and suck at the marks I’ve left on her.My marks. My claim. My girl.

I rise back up, resting on my knees. “I missed you, little bird,” I coo as I move some hair from her face. Pushing a golden lock behind her ear, she leans into my touch. Then she knocks me backwards with a harsh shove.

I stumble back, catching myself with my outstretched arms. My naughty girl takes the opportunity to flip onto her stomach and begin to crawl away. Silly girl still hasn’t learned I will always catch her.

Or maybe she just likes the hunt as much as I do.

Shifting my weight forward again, I catch her by the waistband of her sleep shorts. She shrieks and kicks as she attempts to shake me off. I pull as hard as I can, ripping her shorts down her thighs and exposing her beautiful ass to me. It’s fucking perfect—plump and round and so fucking sweet. I can’t help myself, I’m a man possessed when it comes to her. I lean down and sink my teeth into the soft flesh of her cheek until I feel the skin snap. The warm metallic taste of her blood rushes onto my tongue as she cries out in agony. I lick along the bite mark I just made on her ass. Rising back up, I hold her with one hand and adjust my throbbing cock with the other. I can’t wait to stuff her cunt full of all the cum I’ve saved up for her over the last two weeks. She’ll be pregnant before New Years.

A devious idea strikes me, a smirk pulling at the corners of my lips as I stare down at my naked little bird, completely vulnerable and at my mercy. My hardened cock strains against my pants as I watch her struggle against my hold, her bloodied ass rubbing teasingly against the bulge behind my zipper. Grabbing the string of lights laying on the ground next to us with my free hand, I start wrapping the cord around her arms.

“Wyatt, what the fuck are you doing?” Charlie shrieks as I tightly wrap the string around her arms, binding them together down the length of her back.

“That’s it, baby. Fight me. I fucking love your fight,” I growl as I weave the laminated string around her core, front, and back.

“This isn’t funny, Wyatt. Let me go!” she thrashes and flails as I loop the string of lights over her head, creating a festive binding around her beautiful tits and abdomen.

“Never, little bird.” I pull on the string lights, ripping her off the floor so that her back is flush with my front. “I will never let you go, love. You’re mine.”

Snaking my hand down her body, I caress her heaving tits. They’re so perky and pink and begging to be played with. She’sgained a little weight since moving in with us, causing her curves to fill out in the most delicious way. I pull on her needy buds, causing my girl to cry out. My makeshift bondage keeps her secured and completely at my mercy as I flick and pull on her nipples until they’re both stiffened to hard points. She pants and moans as I assault her beautiful breasts.

Pulling her onto her knees, I shove her shoulders down. She’s bent over with her ass up in the air and shimmering Christmas lights binding her tightly.My perfect present.I run a finger through her folds.

“So fucking wet.” I lower my zipper and my hard dick immediately springs free. “Did you miss your boyfriend's cock, little pet?”

“Yes,” she moans loudly as I sink two fingers inside her and begin pumping in and out of her slickened hole.

“Do you want my cock?” I tease as I shove my pants and boxers down. I rub the pierced tip of my cock against her needy clit and she vibrates with need.

“Yes, please. Wyatt, I need you.”

“And are you off the fucking birth control, pet?”

“Yes, sir,” she whines as she rubs her soaking slit against me.

Her words snap something inside me. Sheneedsme. My girl needs me to give her my cum. She needs me to fill her womb. Holding her tightly by her hips, I bury myself inside her in one thrust.Fuck! She’s so tight and warm. She cries out, her body seizing up at the sudden intrusion. I give her a moment, allowing her walls to meld to my girth, before I begin to harshly snap my hips.

“I’m going to fill you so full of my cum that it drips out of you. Do you want that, little bird? Do you want all of my cum? You want me to fill your womb until you’re swollen with my child?”

I fuck her mercilessly, holding nothing back. She moans and cries out with each harsh thrust of my hips.

“What the fuck is going on here?” an angry growl comes from behind us.Good, I hope he’s angry. I’ve thought of little else over the past two weeks except the two of them together without me. It’shisturn to be jealous.

“Hello, big brother,” I snip between grunts as I continue to fuck my girl.

“Wyatt,” she moans as I bring a hand around her front to strum her hardened clit.

I hear Derek’s belt and zipper coming undone. I don’t turn. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction. He’s had her to himself for weeks. Now, it’s my turn.

Without warning, his fingers snake into my hair. With a stinging snap, he pulls my head back. His darkened eyes bore into mine, lust and fury swirling in his irises. His other hand is wrapped around his cock, pumping hard. His lips crash against mine in a bruising kiss. He doesn’t just kiss me—heclaimsme. His tongue is full of desperate possessiveness as it sweeps through my open mouth. Beneath me, our little captive whines at the loss of my punishing thrusts.

“Get her up,” Derek growls in a tone so deep it sets my soul on fire as he pulls his lips from mine. “Bend her over the arm of the couch.” His deep and desperate demand makes my balls tighten in anticipation.

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