Page 172 of Shadow of the Forsaken

Wetness surged between my legs.

Twenty.

Body buzzing with excitement and anticipation, I jumped puddles and ruts, ducking beneath low-hanging branches.

No!I wasn't moving fast enough. I hadn't even reached the bend in the path near the cave!

Ten.

My breath came in gasps as I pushed myself even harder!

Finally, blessedly, the bend in the road came into sight.

I was —

One.

A howl pierced the night, and my heart skipped a beat.

It wouldn't be long now …

Panicked, I risked a glance behind me. He couldn't have reached the path yet, could he?

No. Surely I had more time …

There were no yellow-gold eyes on that dark path. No dark shape looming in the distance.

I could still do this. I could reach the cave in time.

I started around the bend and almost stumbled on a rock hidden in the darkness. The forest had grown thicker, letting through less light and hiding the things that could trip me.

Could I risk slowing down?No.I was too close to give up now.

Frantically, I pushed on — prickles on the back of my neck growing with every footfall. He was back there, closing in on me.

I couldfeel it.

Risking one more glance, I searched the forest. But again, there was no one.

Inside, I could feel him, though — drawing closer. His excitement. His hunger — growing … forme.

A splinter of heat shot straight to my core, pussy tightening around the nothingness — desperate to be filled — wholly, completely —claimed.

My toe caught, and I staggered — legs refusing to cooperate as I braced myself to crash into the hard ground.

But the crash never came.

A strong hand caught one of my extended arms and lifted me upright, the other gripping my hip, spinning me to the side.

I slammed into a tree, buffered from the rough bark by that strong, tattooed arm — and I gasped. Hungry yellow-gold eyes leaned in close — closer — close enough to bite me — to kiss me — our breathing ragged.

But all I could focus on were his hips pressing against me — every inch of his hard cock throbbing against my belly.

He'd removed his clothes for the hunt …

Wetness gathered between my thighs as I studied his bare skin, and my nipples pebbled — tongue darting out to my lower lip.

His nostrils flared, cock jumping against my belly, eyes glowing bright as his gaze traced the path of my tongue —

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