Page 34 of Room 13: Bred By the Bears

“I trust you Armel.”

“Good girl. You have a safeword. What is it?”

“Goldilocks.”

“And when do you use it?”

“Anytime. I say it and everything stops.”

I pressed a kiss to her head, directing her chin to the safe zone.

“There is a safe zone every mile or so. If you get scared, lost, need to take a breather, or don’t want to play anymore. Go there and have a seat drink and some water. It’s already stocked and cooling. The phones aren’t working yet, but you can text me or any of us and we’ll come to your rescue. And I’ll catch up to you eventually and would know if I see you sitting in there. The path is one large loop. You can’t get lost even though it’s designed to feel as if you can. Just follow the arrows back to the path, and you can follow it back.”

This time she wore gym shoes. It was going to be fun. I felt my inner beast running back and forth as if caged in a wrestling ring, beating against my chest with the anticipation of being set free.

“Do you have questions, Little Cub?” I asked.

“No.” She licked her lips surveying the area. “I’m good.”

I pressed a kiss to her cheek before letting her go with one instruction, “Run.”

I gave her a minute to find her rhythm. While I waited, I sauntered over to the time out space to collect a few things from the first aid box. I’d hoped to find an ace bandage or something similar I could hog tie Miele with, but what I found was even better.

Me: The “special considerations” in the first aid box ???? Chef’s Kiss. ????

Odin: ???? ?? can’t wait to hear what you think of my trail

With that,the game was on.

twenty-two

I’d takento the trails to clear my mind. I couldn’t be in the big house with Casey anymore. He made too many good points. I’d tried the lake where Margaux and her friends Journey and Rae were with the kids, but after the conversation with Casey that was the last place I wanted to be. Having no clue where my men were, though I expected in one of the cabins, I took off in the opposite direction toward the trails.

Armel’s hand over my mouth, his arms taking me prisoner, that rapid shot of panic and adrenaline was the exact elixir my body needed to excommunicate every other thought from my brain. No longer was I thinking about Casey’s overly empathetic gaze or words that hit strong and true right between my ribs to the aching, festering wound in my heart.

All of that was gone, and the only thing my brain could process was the stimuli coming at me from all directions as I sprint through the woods. He’d kissed me before he told me to run. It was the strangest thought to have in the middle of running for my “life,” but feeling that bit of tenderness added to maelstrom of emotions I’d been trying to escape.

“Too easy, Cub.” Ryker jumped off a boulder above me, directly in front of my path. “I thought you’d make this much harder. Are you even trying?” He taunted, lunging toward me.

I twisted like a running back with the game winning football, squirming just far enough away from his long arm to squeeze past and I was gone again, skittering down a gentle slope trying to get as much distance between me and him as possible. Even if I ran into the forest, it was easy, at least in the daylight, to see that well marked trail.

“That’s better,” he called to me, his deep voice seeming to come from everywhere all at once. “I’ll catch you eventually.”

Neither of us ever visited the area before. Yet Armel moved with the lithe grace of an animal in their turf. Everywhere I went, he’d already expected I’d be there. If I went up, he was there waiting. If I went down, he’d pounce just as I thought I’d lost him.

“Are you giving up already?” He asked, pinning me to the ground, holding open my thigh despite me struggling to get away. “Because you laying here with your legs open? It makes me think you’re ready for me claim you.”

I tried to kick out, to scramble over onto my stomach and launch myself back up and into a dark patch of woods I spotted off to my left. Except, his mouth found my thighs, and the pleasure of his seeking mouth warred with my desire to continue the pursuit. His questing tongue made it past the gap of the leg hole, catching just enough of the lip of my pussy for my hormones to kick in and prep me for welcoming his cock home.

“Oh, already?” He tsked at me, disappointment dripping from his voice. “I thought for sure you’d wear yourself out before making it this easy for me to mount you. You must really miss my cock.”

I lifted my ass in the air, watching him smile as he ran his hands down my haunches. I rotated my hips, teasing him with the movement. He went to shove his basketball shorts down his hips to free his cock, and that was when I made my move. I focused all of my energies on a burst of strength in my thighs catapulting me into a runner’s crouch and taking off at full speed into the darkness the oversized pine trees promised me.

“I fall for it every time.” He chuckled. I heard his shoes getting purchase on the pinecone and leaf laden ground, rapidly approaching.

I heard an animalistic roar from my left and for a hot second panicked our activities had startled an unsuspecting bear. Slowing, preparing to change course, it wasn’t until I felt him slam into me, tuck himself around us, and roll through the forest floor that I realized my mistake.

He clapped a firm hand on the soft flesh of my sit spot. The loud crack startling some birds in the area. It could have been my apoplectic squeal. Heat bloomed from where he’d spanked me, drowning me in a new sort of heated desire. The adrenaline carried it to my sex as if it got paid for expediency.

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