Page 6 of Ravaging Red
My knees almost gave out. I clutched the edge of the table for balance, my knuckles white, my body trembling with confusion and something so wrong it shook me to the core.
Still, I didn’t answer. I didn’t trust my voice.
“Your silence is sweet,” he continued, his voice sliding from one side of the room to the other. Never landing in one spot, always moving, teasing, stalking. “But your body screams to me. Don’t you hear it?”
I gasped, feeling the heat of his breath kiss my neck. It was wet and warm, and it caused me to whimper. I didn’t mean to. The sound escaped like it had a mind of its own.
“Do you feel that heat between your legs, the way your cunt throbs at the sound of my voice? That’s not fear, Red. That’s the part of you that’s mine. That wicked primal part. The part that’s tired of pretending.”
I shook my head, but I knew he wasn't lying because what he described wasn’t a lie. He knew exactly what I was feeling. That sweet pulse followed by an intense ache. He was inside me without ever touching me.
“You don’t belong in the human world,” he murmured, his voice sounding like silk dragging across broken glass. “You belong here. In the dark. Bent over a tree root with your skirt hiked up and your plump ass bared for me. Crying out because you love it even when you hate it. I can smell your need. It’s dripping.”
I let out a shuddering breath, one hand sliding down my cloak without meaning to, brushing over the belt that kept it closed. My fingers trembled. I was losing control. And part of me wanted to, because I could feel his dark intent behind each of his words.
He wasn’t speaking for effect. He was circling his prey. Watching andcarefully calculating every move. He became thewoods, and I was his prey. He made it clear that there was no escaping a monster like him.
“You should run again,” he growled softly, that dark smile bleeding into his tone. “Run deeper. Make it fun for me, little Red. Make it worth the hunt. Let me chase you until your legs give out and you fall to your knees. Let me catch you with your breath ragged and your thighs slick with that sweet cream of yours. I want your fear; I want your body trembling with the same need you awakened in me.”
My lips parted, and a moan slipped out again, quiet and shameful. I hated that I liked it.
But instead of hearing his satisfaction, instead of facing him with some broken shred of defiance, I did the exact thing he wanted me to do.
I ran.Gods help me, I ran.
Not because I wanted to escape, but because Iwantedto be chased.
I crashed through the back cabin door as if the devil was clawing at my heels, which technically, he was. The old wood slammed open against the frame with a crack, and the sound echoed through the trees like a warning shot. The red sky swallowed me whole, and cold air bit my skin, slicing across the bare parts of my thighs, making my nipples pebble beneath the thin cotton of my dress. My cloak snapped behind me, torn at by thorns and greedy branches that scraped at my flesh like punishment. Although they felt more like a buildup of what was to come.
I wasn’t running toward safety. I was running right into his clutches, and worst of all, I knew it.
My boots slammed against the forest floor, each heavy footfall reverberating through my bones, rattling down to the place between my legs that pulsed with a sick, shameful rhythm.The air around me felt too tight, too hot, so thick with the scent of him.
My breath came in jagged bursts, but not from exhaustion. From arousal andanticipation.
With every step I took, I actually hoped that he would catch me.
My thighs were soaked. My pussy throbbed. The fear that pulsed in my veins only made it worse. There was no safety anymore. No rules. No more pretending I didn’t want the wolf to find me, slam me into the nearest tree, and fuck the breath from my lungs until I forgot my name.
And gods, he knew it and he was relentless in his pursuit.
“Run, Red, run. Make me chase you. Let me earn the taste of your screams,” he sing-songed.
I didn’t hear his steps or see his shadow. But I felt him, in the curl of fog that kissed my legs, in the wind that curled around my waist, in the low growl that buzzed inside my head, steady and hot. I screamed not knowing what my end was going to be.
Every inch of me knew he was close behind, tracking and hunting me with that wild hunger. He’d scent-marked me with nothing but his voice, and now he wanted flesh.
The little girl inside me was screaming.
But the woman… the woman wasmoaning.
“Faster, Red,” he purred. “Make those pretty tits bounce for me. Let them ache the way you make me do. I want to see your nipples straining against your dress. I want to bite them through the fabric until blood runs down to your pussy, mixing with your virgin scent, and you scream my name.”
I whimpered, as tears filled my eyes from the wind, from the heat, from the madness of it all. I ran until I couldn’t anymore. Until I stumbled and collapsed through a barrier in the clearing, gasping for breath, my thighs were slick as he said they would be, my chest heaving. My cloak was twisted around my legs. Myhair was a wind-blown mess, my lips parted and wet with an all-consuming need.
I wanted him.
I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anything else in my life.
