Page 14 of Hunted for the Holidays

Sneaky little bunny thought she could escape us. Our captive nearly got herself gutted. She’ll need to be taught a lesson.

Moving from behind the trees, I let my footfalls crash through the stiff snow. “Look brother, we found ourselves a lost little bunny, all alone in the woods.”

Wyatt steps out from the other side of the tree, and we stalk towards our prey in tandem, cornering our scared little bunny. Her eyes are wide and wild with fear. She counters our movements, edging backwards every time we advance. Her gaze darts between us, desperately searching for mercy. She won’t find any. Her back collides with the bark of a gnarled pine behind her, giving her no way to escape.

“What a naughty little bird you are, running from us,” Wyatt coos as he approaches Charlotte. “Do you remember what happens to bad girls?” He reaches out a gloved hand to stroke her cheek and she visibly shivers at the contact.Such a responsive little captive.

“Wha—what?” she stutters, tears welling in her beautiful blue eyes.

“They get punished, little bird.”

My brother moves with reflexes that surprise me, snatching her by the wrists and spinning her around. He quickly secures her hands behind her back with a piece of nylon rope- one of the million items he keeps on his utility belt.Fucking boyscout.

“Please,” she whimpers, squirming around in an attempt to free herself. I rip the ski mask from her head as Wyatt holds her in place.I want to see her fear.

“Please,what?” I sneer, pulling her by the hair until her eyes meet mine. Tears stream down her pale cheeks as she sobs.

Anger boils up inside me and I can’t help the possessive need to claim her as mine taking hold. Call me childish, or selfish, or whatever the fuck you want. I don’t give a shit.She’s mine.“You want us to let you go? So you can run off to the rescue crew down below us?” I ask mockingly, grabbing the hem of the sweatshirt.

She chokes on a gasp, snot running down her flushed skin as I use my bowie knife to start cutting through the fabric. I rip and tear until the front is severed, exposing her beautiful breasts to me. A feral growl leaves my lips as I stare at her pale pink nipples, hardened in the frozen air. She’s so delicate, so delicious.

“I have bad news for you, bunny,” I chuckle, trailing the tip of the blade trail lightly over her stiffened peaks. It’s just a whisper of a touch, not enough to make her bleed.Not yet.“You’re mine now. And I’m not letting those fuckers get their hands on what’s mine.”

Her breaths are heavy, fogging in the air. She’s teetering somewhere between pleasure and pain, and it seems like my little captive enjoys that. She closes her eyes, mouth parting with a low moan as my blade lightly nicks her skin, bringing blood to the surface. “Good,” she sighs between moans.

Her admission gives me pause. “You don’t want to be rescued, little snow bunny?” I question, furrowing my brow.

“No!” she shouts with a shake of her head, her baby blues snapping open to meet mine. Her bottom lip starts to quiver as she scans my face, searching for something. “I can’t go back with them,” she pants, her voice pleading as she sags back against Wyatt’s muscular form.

“Why, little bird?” he murmurs, peppering soft kisses down the slender column of her exposed neck. She moans again, tilting her head to give my brother better access. “Why don’t you want to be saved?” he presses. “You just ran from us, now you want to hide behind your monsters?”

“Please,” she sniffles. “I know you’re not good men, and I fully intend to keep fighting you, but they want to return me to my father and I can’t go back to him. I won’t.”

Closing the remaining distance between us, I cage her between my brother and me. “Why’s that, little bunny?”

“He’ll sell my virginity to the highest bidder. I’m to be used and bred.” She starts to sway her hips against my brother’s cock as he continues his assault on her neck, leaving a string of hickies across her pale skin. “I just want to be free.”

Between her words and the sight of Wyatt’s marks, anger and jealousy wage a war inside of me. My vision turns red as I think about her father selling her tight little virgin cunt to some old asshole to be filled with his dried-up, dusty cum.Over my dead fucking body.If anyone’s going to be stuffing her full of cum, it’ll beme.

Possessive rage courses through my veins, and I can’t stop myself. I need to leave my mark on her; to claim her. I slam my lips down onto hers, and they part with a gasp. Sinking my teeth into her lip, the taste of iron hits my tongue as I rake them across the split flesh and break contact.

“You’re ours, bunny. No one touches you but us,” I grit out before bringing my blade back to her breast. “You’ll never be free of me. You can run, you can hide, you can fight us. But I will always catch you. You. Are. Mine.”

Using the sharp tip, I drag it down her skin, slicing open her flesh. Blood rushes to the surface, crimson rivulets cutting a path down her chest as she screams and flails. My brother bands an arm across her throat, his other hand snaking down her belly to the waistband of her leggings. Sliding his hand down her pants, he works his fingers to where she needs him most. I watch her expression shift from pain to pleasure as he begins to touch her. Her eyes screw shut as she mewls and moans into the winter air while he rubs her needy clit.

“That’s it, sweet girl, let us claim you,” he whispers in her ear as I return to my own task. With her mind distracted by my brother’s skilled digits, I begin carving into her skin again. Blood runs across the flat expanse of her stomach as I slice her breast.

Once complete, I take a step back to inspect my work. She’s a fucking vision. Her head is thrown back against Wyatt’s chest, face contorted in delirious ecstasy. Her blonde hair shimmers brightly in the afternoon sun, purple and red bite marks littering her neck. My brother's hand is shoved down her pants as she shamelessly grinds against him, seeking her release. But the most beautiful piece of her is her bleeding breast, now marked with my initials carved into her flesh.Mygirl.Mine.

“Please, I feel—,” she moans, her hips jerking rapidly. “Please, just don’t stop.”

“You want to come, Charlie?” I ask as I press into her, her blood seeping onto my shirt as the back of Wyatt’s hand brushes the front of my jeans. She writhes and grinds against him, desperate to come.Our greedy little slut.

“My name is Charlotte,” she seethes between panting breaths.

Wyatt’s hand stops moving and he jerks it from her pants. “What the fuck?” she whines at the loss of his touch. He grips her chin roughly, her juices glistening on his fingers as he tilts her face up to look at him.

“You wanna come?” he growls lowly, his voice laced with volatile rage. She nods in the slightest before he continues. “Then you will be our perfect little pet. We will call you what we want, when we want. We will use you as we want, when we want. And you will thank us for it.” His hand slides down her stomach, blood coating his fingers on the way down to rub her clit again. “Is that clear, little birdie?”

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