Page 128 of Dance With A Devil
Onyx’s head swivels. “How do you know that?”
I stare out across the treeline. “Because she told me once. She wants to be hunted. Caught. Taken. She wants to be devoured under the stars. I couldn’t give it to her then.”
I clench my fists.
“But I’ll give it to her now.”
Silence.
Then Karter’s already running. “Come on, you sappy bastard. We’re wasting time.”
Wells follows next.
“I wasn’t questioning your girl,” Onyx says, lingering. “I was just… curious.”
I clap his shoulder. “I get it. You’ll know her like I do one day.”
I step past him, darkness licking at our heels.
“Now let’s go get our girl.”
And give her everything her twisted little heart desires.
The woods throb with adrenaline and heat.
"Athens!" Dash’s voice cuts through the night, full of playful menace.
“Come out, come out wherever you are,” Onyx growls, his voice drenched in anticipation.
She doesn’t respond, smart girl. She's holding out, keeping them at bay, making them work for her. But she forgot one thing. I don’t need noise to find her. I can smell her. Track her. Read her.
She’s mine.
I break off from the pack without a word. Let them scream and howl like hungry wolves, I’ll hunt her like a shadow. Silent. Sure. Merciless.
I peel off my shoes and press into the dirt, stalking low through the trees. A broken twig. A hint of vanilla and gingerbread. My Little Fox thinks she’s hidden. Thinks the dark will protect her.
She giggles in the distance. “They won’t find me here.”
A wicked smile spreads across my face. “That’s where you’re wrong, Little Fox.” I whisper to no one. But she hears something, her breath hitches. Then she’s running.
Again.
Oh, she wants to be caught.
I follow the sound of her soft footfalls, the rustle of branches whipping past her frame. I don’t rush. I know where she’s going, exactly where I want her. She thinks this is her game.
But it's always been mine.
She presses herself flat to a tree, chest heaving, peeking over her shoulder.
Poor thing.
She doesn’t even see me coming.
I lunge. She screams, just the way I like it, and bolts again, laughter trailing behind her like a damn ribbon in the wind.
My cock strains at the sound. She’s having fun.
