Page 8 of Hunted By Them

“Come on, Sweet Daisy, crawl to me,” I called out, voice as deep and commanding as the storm. “Come kneel in the rain and put your pretty mouth where I tell you. I’ll hold you by the hair as I shove my cock down your throat. Let you breathe when I say, so you know who owns you.”

The wind took my words. The rain tried to hide them. But the mouse in the room heard it anyway.

She pressed closer to the window, a moth drawn to a dangerous flame. The sight of her choosing to watch nearly had me spilling my release on the ground, but I held off—I intended to come inside of her.

Mark her. Make her ours. Make sure she leaves here with a part of me in her soul, a part of me that she’ll never be able to forget.

She would remember this night—nine months from now—as she brought the culmination of our actions into the world.

My cock bounced as it flexed, begging for more. Her eyes followed as I tucked back into my jeans. I buttoned up, but it did nothing to hide the shape of what she could have had.

Dash swore softly. Jaxon’s mouth tipped up at one corner.

“Open the door, Sweet Daisy. Come to me…come to us.” We stepped back out of sight. “We’re waiting for you.”

Sage

I couldn’t see their faces, but somehow, I knew what they wanted. I heard a voice on the wind ordering me to come outside. To take what I wanted. I licked my lips, unable to look away.

They watched as I peeked over the edge of the window. The weight of their stare was penetrating, even hidden behind their masks.

I didn’t mean to move. That was the worst part. I didn’t decide to stand there staring. The decision rose up and gripped me, holding me in place. Maybe that was part of their power, their lure. I glanced at the door, my hand shaking.

Another strike, and they stepped further into the clearing in front of the cabin. Antlers, a stark contrast to the dark world around them. Chests, all carved muscle with wet skin gleaming. The middle one reached down and undid his jeans. Heat flooded my body as his cock came into view. I slowly stood, eyes glued to him as his hand gripped the long length. He didn’t move fast or frantic. It was like he wanted me to see every action.

My fingers splayed on the glass. It was the only thing keeping me from reaching out to see if this was real or some sort of exotic dream. I knew the lore. People had claimed they heard a call, maybe a baby crying, or their name on the wind. I’d always thought it was fake, the effects of dehydration or too much alcohol. But this…them…no matter how many times I blinked, they were still right in front of me.

I should have looked away.

I didn’t.

Shame raced through me like a fever, but the heat blooming lower in my body was worse. It ached and throbbed between my thighs. I crossed my legs, hoping to trap it there and starve it out. It only grew. The pulsing fell into time with the movement of his hand.

I gasped as the other two followed suit, and soon I was staring at three sexy men who seemed to be half animal and all male. They stroked their cocks, and my mouth watered. It didn’t matter how much I berated myself. My body wanted them.

I was aware of everything, wholly attuned to my surroundings. The boards creaked as the rain cooled them. The cot frame in the corner squeaked when the building shifted. Beneath those details, a steady drum. Him. Words that penetrated the walls to seep into me.

Come to me. Come to us.

A whisper rose under the louder noise of the storm.

Come out, Sweet Daisy.

I stopped breathing, wanting to clamp my hands over my ears, but the whisper persisted.

Crawl.

God, I wanted to crawl to him. Instead, I stood still, frozen in place. Fear kept me grounded to the spot.

Open for us. Let us take you in all the ways you have never dared to voice.

My hand slid down my stomach, and I sucked in a ragged breath as I touched my aching core. My legs spread wider. “Oh, dear god, what is happening?”

Let us in.

My body betrayed me like it had been waiting for this moment my whole life. Desire was not a straight line. It slithered like a snake, but for them…it spiked like a fever. For a few seconds, no more than a heartbeat, they moved together in perfect sync. A beautiful visual burned into my mind forever.

“Don’t,” I told myself, pulling my hand from between my legs and letting it hover uselessly in front of my chest like a flimsy shield. A mockery of protection that could block this all out, to make them go away, and to stop the insanity.