“No, they won’t.”
Understanding passed between them. He would slow the others down if necessary.
“Ready?”
She nodded. He gave her ass a slap, and she darted into the woods.
Within moments she heard a horn blow and then the noises of men running somewhere behind her.
She tore down the path like all the times she’d had to race away from trouble in the past. She had plenty of experience at this part. Soon she was flying through the woods, her heart hammering, her breath short, but the crippling fear had gone.
She never saw any forked tree. By the time she left the path it was without any clear thought of where she would go. She only knew she wanted to get away.
It was a long time, or perhaps it just felt that way, when she tripped over something and flew forward. She didn’t hit the ground. Instead she was scooped up in some sort of fabric pouch and flung up into the air.
Her stomach flipped and she gasped, dizzy with fatigue, muscles twitching. Inside what she realized was a snare, she swung back and forth, trying to catch her breath.
She was just trying to figure out if she could swing to the tree when she heard voices.
“How did you get here?” Rocurt demanded. “You’re no tracker.”
“How do you think?” Evston said. “I gave myself an advantage. I’ll climb up and unhook it. You catch her.”
“Then get moving. Before someone comes and wants to lay claim to the victory with us.”
It was a few tense moments before she fell from the sky. Her progress was halted abruptly before she hit the ground.
Instead of freeing her however, she was flung over a beefy shoulder still in the pouch and was forced to endure a bumpy escape from the woods.
Inside the cabin, the fabric was cut away and she stood before the Calex men with her wispy hair standing on end and her eyes wide.
“You didn’t follow my instructions,” the commander said.
“I—”
His fingers grasped a handful of her hair and pulled her head back. He kissed her. His mouth was hot and tasted of salted meat and ginger. It made her stomach growl.
His hands on her waist lifted her up, his mouth coming away from hers and settling on her breast.
She sucked in a breath and threw her head back. The adrenaline and relief and arousal all mixed together.
“She’s dirty from the run,” Rocurt said. “We should wash her.” He tossed her onto the bed, knocking the wind from her. “After,” he said. “We’ll do it after. She’s yours. Choose the place for me to use.” Rocurt shoved down his pants, freeing his enormous cock, which was fully erect and aggressive-looking.
She drew in another ragged breath.
“Lie back and spread your legs, pet,” Evston said.
She shuddered, but didn’t resist the order. Mostly because she didn’t want to.
Brandese pulled her knees up, offering the commander the soft swollen lower lips just above her deer’s tail. He crawled onto the bed and thrust into her. Her back bowed, and he groaned in pleasure.
He lowered himself so he was on his forearms, thrusting into her in small deep pulses. The gorgeous stretch in her slippery pussy ignited her need. The tips of her breasts grazed his hard muscles, and deep inside, her womb clenched.
She slid her arms around him, and he kissed her again, his tongue sliding into her mouth and caressing hers.
There was a thud and something bounced over Rocurt’s broad back. He stopped moving and turned his head.
“Dead realms,” Rocurt spat. “What do you want?”
