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Trees whipped past, branches caught in my hair, and still did I not stop. Further and further away I went until I could only hear the sound of my own breathing.
Panting, I took a break. I leaned against a tree trying to catch my breath, my palm on my knees while I gulped in air to ease my burning lungs.
A twig snapped right behind me, and I froze. I held my breath smothered behind my palm, hoping I wouldn’t be seen. I hadn’t expected this experience to be so frighteningly realistic. My pulse hammered in my ears as I waited for whoever it was to move on.
“You’ll have to run faster, little rabbit,” a masculine taunt rose from behind my tree covered back. “Or I might catch you and gobble you all up.”
I took off again. This time I could hear the heavy footsteps in pursuit. Was it just one man alone? A man and a woman together? Or a group of men? I couldn’t tell. I had listed myself as bisexual/pan sexual and open to more than one partner on my application.
“Mine!”
Strong arms tried to wrap around my waist, but I dropped to the ground, using my weight to jerk away from the wolf clawing at me.
I blindly fled. Running, running, running. Suddenly, there was a decline. I tumbled down, my body rolling in the dirt. I was jarred to a stop in damp soil. Adrenaline and fear had me back on my feet the next instant. I ignored the rocks, twigs, and mud sticking to my clothing and hair. I plowed through bushes and hopped over logs, and yet, could not seem to lose the predator tracking me.
Before I knew it, I rounded a bend and met with the tall chain-link fence that marked the parameter of the play area. I contemplated climbing it, I was that freaked out.
But it was too late. The wolf was upon me. And I was trapped.
ChapterSix
Ispun and placed my back against the metal barrier as the large, muscular man strolled into my space, a half-faced wolf mask hiding his features like we were at a masquerade ball rather than in the middle of the forest.
His steps were deliberate. He cocked his head and sniffed the air then smiled. His untucked fitted blue flannel shirt stretched tight over an impressive chest that did not heave in fatigue nearly as much as mine did. His straight-legged jeans wrapped around thick thighs and hugged a mouthwatering ass. The denim showcased long legs. My eyes traveled to where the bottom hem rested on his black boots.
“Are you ready to submit,” he growled, prowling closer.
“Fuck you!” I spat, somewhat shocked by my own animosity. Was I always this bold? “I will never submit.”
So dramatic, I know.
“Oh, little bunny, what fun I’m going to have with you.” He let out a hearty laugh. “If you didn’t want to submit, you shouldn’t have signed a prey contract. You are now mine.” His eyes twinkled. Mine widened in horror. “Mine to capture. Mine to claim. Mine to devour.”
I was about to dash around him, but before I could move, he was there upon me, effectively caging me in-between his massive arms while he clutched the chained links on each side of my trembling body. His heat radiated into my skin when he pressed into me, sniffing my neck and nuzzling my ear.
“Delicious.”
The rumbled timbre vibrated straight to my clit. I whimpered and pressed my thighs together. My heart felt like it was going to explode out of my chest. I gulped down gasping breaths.
I was going to die. For what? Looking for a little titillation? Pleasure and joy in life? I trembled violently, my legs turned weak and gummy. Spots formed in my vision. Had he not been pressed against me, I might have collapsed, fainted at his feet. It would have been easy to eat me then.
He tsk’d. “Hey, little bunny, I need you to match your breaths to mine.”
I shook my head, dislodging tears. No. I would do no such thing.
He grasped my chin with controlled roughness, capturing my attention. “What did I say?” he grumbled.
I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. His eyes, peeking from behind his mask, were intense in their color. Familiar Like home. I found myself drowning in them.
His gaze flicked to my lips. “Breathe with me, pretty bunny. Please.”
The concern in his tone shook me. I nodded. He released my chin and wiped the tears from my cheeks.
“Good girl. My very good girl.”
Warmth gushed between my thighs, and I moaned in both protest and acquiesce.
He smiled and nuzzled my hair. “If you do this, I’ll give you another chance to be a free bunny. Would that make you happy? A chance to escape?”
