Page 82 of The Prey
“Listen, it’s going to be okay. They were just trying to fuck with me.”
“Wait, why? What's happening? Why did they bring me out into the woods and dump me here?” She questions, her voice small and whisper thin. “And how did you know I would be here? Are you going to hurt me?”
I had hoped this event would come and go without a hitch, but I guess Lee and Drew had other fucking plans. “No, no one is going to hurt you. Lee stuck you in the middle of the annual event for The Mill. The Hunt.”
Her eyes go wide. “The Hunt? Like the sex game thing.”
I feel my neck flash hot at her accusation. “Yes, it’s a primal hunt. A lot of people beg for an invitation to this event,” I say, almost indignantly. “But you didn’t sign up for it. You aren’t here because you want to be, so it’s okay. I can take you back to the house.”
I push up to ease some of my weight off her, but when her tiny hands curl into the fabric of my shirt, I pause. “Wait.”
Her blue eyes shine like luminous pools of water. I notice she’s breathing deeper now, her features relaxed, and it allows me to calm as well, but in the wake of that calmness, I realize how close our bodies are and how badly I still want her. We never finished our conversation from last night, but discussing that now feels wrong. I know we need to talk about it, but all I want is to be inside her, to claim her, and keep her.
My cock grows thick at the thought, and I realize the moment she feels it pressing against her pussy. A soft breath escapes her lips, similar to that of a gasp but more sexual. Her pretty blue eyes widen with shock that bleeds into curiosity as we stare at each other.
The air between our bodies grows heavy, electrically charged. I find myself panting, a desperate need threatening to tear me apart at the seams. The fate of us lies in her hands, and only hers. If she wants me to take her back to the mansion, I will.
But if she gets up and runs from me, there will be no going back. I will chase her, and when I catch her, I will fuck her into submission until the only thing she sees and feels is me.
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Elyse
Shock waves ripple across my skin, and I find it hard to admit even to myself how turned on I am right now. As afraid as I was a short time ago, that fear is nothing but a fleeting memory now. Especially with Sebastian’s cock pressed against my pussy. If I lift my hips even an inch, I’ll have him right where I need him.
No. I can’t. This is wrong. I shouldn’t be here.
I look away, and the heat, the tension…it snaps.
Shivers wrack my body as adrenaline continues to course through me. My brain picks at the things Sebastian told me. How this is a game—The Hunt, he called it. I can’t seem to wrap my brain around why Lee and Drew thought putting me in the middle of it was a good idea.
Even worse, now I’m wondering if Sebastian was going to play this game with another woman. That seems to cut through the haze more than anything else. Him taking another woman down to the bare leaves and fucking her like an animal.
Oh. Fuck. No.
I shove at his chest, and his mouth goes slack under the shadow of the mask. Concern is etched deep into his features. “Move. I want to get up.”
He nods and slowly pulls away.
“Why would your friends bring me out here? They said they were trying to help us. That this would help us. I don’t understand how any of this is helping us.” I feel like I’m losing my mind, and maybe I am.
What was the intention behind all of this?
He scrubs his hand up his face, almost toppling the mask off the top of his head. “Fuck. I’m going to kill both of them.”
I scramble to my feet and stare down at him, but as soon as my eyes lock on his, I realize he's not looking at my face. His dark gaze is trained on my body, and the flames of desire blaze a path of territorial need from my thighs up to my tits.
I rip at the blindfold that’s still hanging around my neck, and then tug at the fabric, but the knot is too tight. Annoyed, I give up and turn my attention back to him.
“Why are you people like this?”
“Like what?”
“Psychopaths who kidnap people and bring them into the woods to be attacked by other people.”
“I’m sure there is a reasonable explanation for why they did this, and I will figure it out as soon as I get you back to the mansion. If that’s where you want to go?” His tone has an undercurrent, and it’s like he’s asking me something without asking me.
I’m not sure if I’m reading too deeply into it or not. Is he asking me if I want to play? If I want to be hunted by him? I can feel him watching me, his gaze penetrating deep into the darkest parts of my soul, shedding light on spots that have never seen or felt the warmth of the sun. I trust him. I know this. I trust him more than I’ve trusted even those that were supposed to protect me and raise me. Sebastian would never hurt me.