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My thighs squeeze together.

As his hand slides forward, a larger piercing shows, mounted right above where his cock juts from his body. As I watch, it starts to glow blue, and a tingle of magic zips through the air. It’spositioned right where it can touch my clit when he’s fully inside me, and I bite my lip, imagining what that will feel like.

God, it’s like this man was made just for me!

An untamed joy fills me with bubbling energy. Everything in me vibrates. I’ve never felt so alive, and I want more of this wild feeling he brings out of me—a freedom I’ve never felt before.

When he bends over and pulls off one boot, I make my decision. There’s something I’ve fantasized about for years, ever since I read it in a spicy paranormal romance book. If not with Wranth, who with?

“You like to track, to hunt,” I say, my breath catching as I force out the next words, “to chase?”

His head snaps up as he balances on one foot, caught working on the second boot.

I spin and run for the trees.

The answering growl behind me makes me shiver, and a delighted little shriek escapes me—I can’t help it.

Then I’m under the shade of the trees. I can feel him behind me. How much of a head start did I get? I can’t afford to look back.

Logic says his long legs will catch up to me within seconds. Logic says the tether will snap us together if I do happen to get very far ahead.

Logic can take a flying fuck. It has no place here in what’s happening between us.

My feet pound against the dried pine needles, toes digging in with each step. Ferns brush my calves, and needle-covered branches tug at my curls, but I pump my arms and run harder. Everybody assumes because I’m big I must be out of shape. Hah! Shows what they know. I work out three times a week.

But I push to my limit now, needing this overwhelming feeling of moving, of doing, of being alive. I can’t hear anythingover the gasps of my breath and the thumping of my heartbeat in my ears. Every touch on my skin is electric.

Another growl from behind and to the left makes my pulse kick even higher, anticipation sizzling in my blood. The hairs rise on the back of my neck in a full body tingle. I instinctively pivot right. I want him to catch me, but I also want this chase to last.

I throw up my forearms to push between two pine trees, the long needles sliding over my skin like a tease of what’s to come. On the other side waits a tiny glen, the moss-covered ground soft under my feet.

A hard body slams into me from behind.

I shriek, heart skipping in shock. I had no idea he’d gotten so near.

One of Wranth’s arms wraps around me, holding me close as the other reaches out to halt the brunt of our fall. We land, my chest pressed to the moss, his weight on my back, pinning me down.

My panties are soaked, my breath coming in excited pants. I’ve never been this turned on in my life.

God, he’s naked. Naked, naked, naked. All skin and muscle and need, straining against me. His cock is an iron bar pressing against my butt, so big another jolt of desire makes my core clench.

CHAPTER TWENTY

Wranth

The second my bride runs from me, the primal side I constantly fight to suppress breaks free.

Run. Hunt.Claim.

My lips pull back from my tusks, and Naomi’s scent fills my flared nostrils as I suck in a huge breath.

Mine.

She ismine.

I rip off the rest of my clothes as she disappears into the trees, stripping myself to the skin until I am my purest self. A Wild Fae, born of the forest and magic, made to track.

Made to chase.

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