Page 13 of Hunted for the Holidays

There are some more murmurs, but I can’t hear anything over the sound of blood whooshing through my ears.I can’t go back, not to Daddy.Kit wasn’t a good man, but the monsterthat’s next could be even worse. The monster you know is safer than the one you don’t.

My vision blurs as hot tears well in my eyes.What do I do now?If I go back to the cabin, Derek will kill me, and if he doesn’t, surely Wyatt will have no problem snapping my neck and feeding me to the bears.

The men’s voices draw closer.

Shit, they’re coming this way!

Swiping my gloved hands across my face to clear my eyes, I push to my feet and hurry towards the trees. I’m eager to be cloaked in the shadows they provide before the men make it up the hill. I run and run and run, until I feel as though I might collapse. My lips are chapped, throat parched, and when I no longer hear the grumbles of their voices, I stop to get a drink.

Pulling a bottle of water from the backpack, I crack the lid and bring it to my lips. The water is cool as it slides down my throat. As I replace the lid, I catch the flicker of movement in my periphery.

My head whips around, gaze colliding with two sets of eyes- forest green and espresso brown- each burning bright with feral rage. A blood-curdling scream rips from my throat as the bottle in my hand falls to the ground. There’s no point in trying to beg or plead. There’s no reasoning with the devil, and there definitely isn’t any reasoning with two of them.

“Look brother,” Derek tuts, his lips spreading into a feral grin. “We found ourselves a lost little bunny, all alone in the woods.”

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Shit,did that really happen?

I shouldn’t have just face fucked my little brother. That was wrong insomany ways.

Well, mystepbrother. It’s not like we really grew up together; we were both teenagers when he and his mom moved in with Dad and me. We’re more like strangers with a shared past than brothers–not that it makes what I just did any better. I should’ve turned and walked away, but when I saw Wyatt standing there, looking so on edge, something in me begged to play with him. He acts so tough and cold, so damn calculating. He needed to be put in his place and taught who’s really in control.

Seeing his hard length with that ring through the tip being shoved down my little bunny's throat might’ve been the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. My cock ached to be buried deep inside one of them- hell, to be buried inbothof them. I’m so fucking desperate for both of them that I don’t see any way how this could end well.

“What the fuck?” I mutter as we approach the cabin.

The door is standing wide open. That’s definitely not how we left it–there’s no way in hell I wouldn’t shut the door behind me to go out in this damn frozen tundra.Goddamn it.My heart pounds wildly in my chest as I quicken my pace. My little captive is in there all alone, tied up and vulnerable. I break into a full sprint as panic surges through my whole being.

Throwing myself through the doorway, I’m struck by how fucking cold it is inside the cabin.Shit, how long has that door been open?While I was being a selfish prick, playing with my brother, someone washere.

Alone.

With my fucking girl.

I swear to god, If they hurt her, I will gut them like a fucking pig and shove their entrails up their asshole and out their mouth.Charlotte is mine to hurt.

“Charlie!” I shout as I scramble across the small living room.

Nothing.

“Charlie!” I yell again, rushing down the small hallway. The door to her bedroom is standing wide open, just like the front door was. My pulse skyrockets as I edge closer, and for the first time since I can remember, I’m terrified.

My entire world tilts on its axis as I spot her empty bed.My little captive is gone.

“We’ll find her,”Wyatt quips from behind me. He’s just as upset as I am, but his frustration has turned to a focused intensity, whereas I’m just fueled by a murderous rage.

The faint trail of blood through the cabin and out the front door set my teeth on edge. The only one making Charlotte bleedfrom now until her last fucking breath will be me. Wyatt seems to think he can track her, following the blood and the footprints left in the snow, and whoever took her better relish in their last few breaths on earth, because I don’t share.

Well, unless it’s with Wyatt.

I’ll unpack that later,afterI get her back.

Something snaps ahead of us, the sound reverberating across the emptiness among the trees. Wyatt and I both eye each other, silently communicating, before each slipping our hunting knives from the sheaths on our belts. With practiced stealth, we silently move through the snow in formation.

Peeking around the trunk of an ancient evergreen, relief immediately floods my system when I see my girl, safe and alone. She’s wearing what must be Wyatt’s sweatshirt, the green fabric draping down to her knees. One of my skull balaclavas is covering her face as she greedily gulps down water.

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