Page 84 of Trapped to Tame
‘There's a fae custom,’ he said smoothly, letting his glamor recede from him.
‘A fae custom?’ she echoed, her guileless eyes finding his as he looked her up and down.
She turned away from him, not understanding where his thoughts were going, but not before she noticed his appearance had changed and her heart began to beat faster. He felt something else from her as well and it wasn’t fear. Their mate liked what she saw.
‘Aye,’ he said, emboldened by her reaction. ‘It's a hunt, a chase of sorts, but you are the prey.’
Her eyes snapped back to him, a trace of fear in her eyes, but something else as well.
‘Prey?’ she asked.
‘Aye,’ he said again. ‘Let's play a game. If you can make it back to the others without me catching you, you're safe.’
‘And if I don't?’ Her voice wavered.
He looked her up and down again, cocking a brow and licking his bottom lip.
She looked shocked, their little Fourth, and he couldn't help but imagine her on the forest floor beneath him, squealing in pleasure as he rammed himself into her.
‘I'll give you a head start,’ he said, closing his eyes.
She stayed on the path, frozen in front of him.
‘Run little halfling. Time's running out.’
She let out a breath and then he heard her turn tail and run like a rabbit through the brush. He grinned to himself. He'd give her a small head start, but they’d been walking in circles. She had no idea which direction the camp was in, and he was counting on it.
He walked after her at an unhurried pace, knowing that he would be able to track her easily, and that she would tire long before he did with her shorter stride and her panicked gait.
‘Run, run, run, little rabbit.’ he called, and his superior ears picked up the sound of her gasp.
He veered off to the left, silently stalking through the forest. He could smell her. She was close. She was hiding. His nostrils flared, as he smelled her arousal as well as her body’s scent. Even if he hadn't been able to smell her bloodline, there was no doubt what Eve was now. A fae female would practically be a puddle after a chase with hermateas well.
Priest was shocked at his thoughts, but not surprised. He hadn’t been lying when he’d announced that he didn’t believe in fated mates, but gods knew he'd never met another female like her.
What were the odds? As a Brother, to have a Fourth was rare enough, but to have one that was also a fae mate, not just to him, but the rest of the unit as well … He'd never even heard of such a thing happening before.
He leapt at a bush but found her already gone. Chuckling to himself, he continued through the undergrowth, sniffing the air. She was so close. He threw a stone into the thicket ahead and darted around a tree, coming up behind her as she was peering in the other direction.
He grabbed her with a laugh, and she screamed as he turned her, pushing her back into the tree trunk, smashing his lips into hers and cutting off her cry. He didn’t waste any time, pushing her to the mossy ground, straddling her and holding her wrists above her head. She struggled, of course, not one to go down without a fight.
‘Let me go,’ she cried as he ground his pelvis into hers.
‘A deal's a deal with a fae,’ he whispered in her ear, licking a trail down to her collarbone. He could sense a tiny bit of fear, but it was nothing compared to her other feelings coming from her. She was as ready for this as he was.
He ripped off her chemise and used it to bind her wrists. He placed them on the ground above her head, but he didn’t restrain her with the bond. He didn’t want her afraid, after all.
‘Be a good girl and leave them there.’
Her body trembled at his words as his hands moved down to cup her breasts, playing with her nipples until they were hard, but she didn’t move her arms. In the humid air, he kissed her navel, dragging his long, elongated canines down the sensitive flesh of her abdomen as he unbuckled her belt and pulled down her breeches.
She stretched out under him with a whimper, and he smiled against her skin, stilling for a moment, and basking in the feel of her, the smell of her. His nostrils flared and he scented it. Under the heady sweetness of her arousal was the undeniable scent of … something he’d never experienced before. Their female was ripe for breeding.
Letting out an animalistic growl, he flipped her over to her front, dragging her to her hands and knees.
Taking her plait, he hauled her up against his chest as he felt how ready she was between her thighs.
‘You’re mine, female,’ he breathed into her ear and gave a dark chuckle as her wetness coated his fingers at his words.
