Page 18 of Hunted By Them

“She’s not prey,” I snarled. “She’s ours.”

We carried her through the storm, her body swaying between us, dripping rain and mud. I glanced back at her, and her nipples were still stiff peaks. Every tree we passed was another step closer to us claiming her.

We climbed the bank, which provided an amazing view of the woods below. The cave’s mouth glowed from the lit fire. We trudged inside to where thick blankets, ropes, and the hot spring waited. This spot was a gem. A one-of-a-kind beauty that we coveted and protected to make sure no one else found it.

This was our den.

We gently laid her on the stones near the pool. I turned and bent low, mask brushing her ear.

“Tonight, Sweet Daisy, you become ours,” I promised, my voice raw with need. “You’re ours until we set you free, and there will be no mercy.”

She whimpered, shaking as she looked at me.

“How long are you going to keep me?”

Her tone was somewhere between eager and terrified.

“For as long as we want. But I promise you this…you won’t be leaving here until you can’t walk, can’t scream, and your pussy is dripping with our come.”

I smirked as her mouth dropped open.

“Get her ready,” I ordered.

RYDER

Firelight danced along the wet walls, and the pool glowed like molten glass as steamy tendrils reached up to the ceiling. The ropes we’d set earlier swayed from the rock ceiling, ready for their purpose. Everything here had been chosen and prepared with Sweet Daisy in mind. It wasn’t chance that brought her back…it was inevitability.

I’d spotted her on the trail, looking lost, her face outlining whatever hardships had brought her to the woods to rediscover herself. I’d seen that look many times on men and women alike.

Standing in the abandoned Ranger tower, I kept the binoculars on her for as long as I could before she turned a bend and was out of sight. From my vantage point, I knew she would never make it back to the parking lot in time. It was like she wanted to be swept away by the storm. The moment she smiled, opened her arms, and turned in a circle as if welcoming the forest, she sealed her fate…Sweet Daisy was mine.

Mud streaked Sweet Daisy’s calves, water beaded on her bare skin, and her chest heaved as she tried to make sense of her surroundings. I looked her over as she lay on the ground, her spring green eyes wide as they darted between us. There was still an inkling of fear, but she was no longer trying to deny what she wanted. Out here, she wasn’t Sage, the girl who was in the state park trying to escape her life. No, she was mine…she was Sweet Daisy, my succulent little flower ripe for the picking.

“Strip her,” I ordered, my word as good as law.

Dash crouched first, peeling away what was left of her ruined shirt and bra. With a yelp, she covered her chest. Jaxon unbuttoned her jeans and tugged them down her legs. He growled softly when he had to stop to untie her boots.

After tossing her ruined clothes to the side, they paused. My girl was on the ground naked but for the pink underwear with little daisies all over them. I smirked under my mask. Dash made a feral sound as he tore the material in two. She squealed as the sweetest prize of all was revealed to the cool night air.

Dash brought the tiny piece of material to his mask and inhaled deeply. My blood burned to rip it away from him, but I kept myself in check.

“Fuck, she smells good…like a little fucking doe in heat.”

Chuckling, I squatted down and locked eyes with my Sweet Daisy. “Is that true? Are you in heat for us?”

She glanced around, but her gaze came back to rest on me. “I…I don’t know what you mean,” she mumbled, making me smile.

One slow movement at a time, I crawled up her body. She trembled beneath me, goosebumps rising over her skin in a wave chasing my touch.

Inches from her face, I pressed a knife to her throat. She drew in a sharp gasp and trembled harder.

“Don’t play dumb, Sweet Daisy. Being in heat means your body isn’t yours anymore. There is a longing…an aching deep inside of you, for come…our come. That’s why your thighs press together every time you look at us and why you came back to the cabin when you should’ve run. Your cunt wants to be filled, begs to be bred, and needs us to own you in every way. That’s what being in heat means. It’s your body spreading open for us to claim until you can’t think straight.”

With a flick of the knife, I nicked her chin. Blood beaded, and I dragged my thumb through it, bringing it to my lips for a taste.

“Now answer the question…are you in heat for us?”

She licked her lips, her voice soft and filled with lust as she spoke the single word.