Tilting my head back to the night sky, a howl roars free from me, and I pull down my wolf mask and race into the woods.
Luna’s made it farther away from the house than I expected, clever lass. I track the little path of broken twigs and bent branches as she hurtles ahead of me. There’s a scrap of white lace clinging to one of the broken branches, and I pull it loose, holding it to my nose with a growl.
Mo shionnach beag, my little fox, smells like citrus, a bright spark that grows stronger when she’s afraid, and like warmth and flowers when she’s aroused.
Fuuuuck,this scrap of lace smells like both.
“I’m coming for ya!” I roar. “Better run faster!”
I learned to run silently a long time ago, where to place my feet, how to breathe lightly, even when my lungs are bursting. It makes it easier to hear her when she slips and there’s a muttered curse. She’s up again and heading in the wrong direction for my plans. I cross behind her and slam the baseball bat against a tree trunk, watching her jump and race in the opposite direction.
“Good lass,” I whisper, “just like that.”
My eyes have adjusted to the dark, and I can see flashes of her pale hair as she darts between the trees. So close. So fucking close but I love the chase too much to let it end.
My jeans feel tight, confining. I want to rip them off and shed the last tatters of my self-control, run naked like the beast I am.There’s a heartbeat in this forest; prey like the mice and rabbits are falling silent. The trees rustle above me, everything pausing to witness this chase.
Another thump of my bat against a hollow log reverberates, and she changes direction slightly. Sweat’s dripping down under my mask, and my fingers twitch. Those tiny knickers are doing nothing to hide her tight arse. I need to dig my fingers into the soft flesh. Bite it, squeeze it.
Stopping for a moment, she rests her hands on her knees, trying to catch her breath. A hoot of an owl in the tree behind her makes her jump, and she’s off again. The sight of her… that virginal white lingerie and her toned legs, darting gracefully between the underbrush and the pines, it’s too good. A howl bursts from my chest, full-throated, and the predators of this forest howl back.
A stream runs through this part of the woods, and her tracks stop there. I touch the indent of her heel in the soft moss, picturing her leaping for the other side.
“Where are ya, little fox?”
The slightest rustle on this side of the water. A crackle of dry leaves, maybe. Or my Luna, crouching behind that fallen tree just north of the stream, its huge roots still gripping the earth and rocks that couldn’t hold it in a storm but big enough to hide a fierce, wee creature.
I jump over the stream, looking into the woods with my back to her as I wait for her to bolt. She’s patient, holding utterly still, the sound of the creek hiding her labored breathing.
“I know you’re close. I can feel ya,” I call out, listening for movement behind me. “Ya better run faster because I’m gonna take ya down and fuck ya right in the dirt and leaves,shionnachbeag.”I grip my cock, squeezing it. Fuuuck, the zipper’s gonna rub the skin right off it if I dinna catch her soon.
“Are ya wet? I’ll bet if I was closer, I’d smell your sweet slick, dirty girl. My filthy, fecking lass, wantin’ me to catch ya. I could lay you out…” I turn and leap back over the stream. “And fuck ya right on that fallen tree!”
Luna screams, her hiding place gone, and she’s off, racing as gracefully as a deer through the trees and brush. I dinna hurry. I know right where she’s heading; I pushed her to it like a fox to a snare.
Her hair, silver in the moonlight, flies behind her and then she skids to a stop.
There’s a cottage in front of her, more like a shed. Looking over her shoulder again, she races for it, trying to open the door.
It’s locked. She mutters a curse, her hands moving rapidly, checking over the door, under close by rocks, looking for a key. My fingers flex and curl when my clever lass finds the little screwdriver I’d left for her. Not in plain sight. But visible enough for someone determined to find a tool to work with.
Falling to her knees - and feck I can barely hold back a growl at the sight - she looks over her shoulder one more time before slipping the screwdriver into the lock, her brows furrowed as she intently searches for the right twist to release the lock.
Does she remember her lessons?
The door swings open, and she just barely contains a triumphant yell as she darts inside. I’m on her before she can slam the door shut, and I bring her down to the floor, shoving myself between her legs, spreading them wide.
My hand cups her hot little pussy and she moans, unconsciously spreading her legs wider for me. “It was a good effort, little fox,” I chuckle, low in my throat, “but I will always catch you.”
She screams as I thrust three fingers inside her, pumping deep and drawing them out, only to ram them in again. Ripping her pretty lace bra down, I suck on her nipples until they’re red and raw.
“You’re so close already, aren’t you?” She wants to deny it, I can tell, but she stubbornly looks away. “No, you look at me when I have my fingers inside you.” I put my hand on her throat, squeezing lightly. “Ah, there it is,” I gloat, grinding the heel of my hand over her clit. “You need this. Beg me for it.”
“No!” Luna snarls, slapping my face.
Her hand knocks my wolf mask loose, and I yank it off, tossing it away.
The last of my sanity breaks free as I swoop down, biting her shoulder as she comes, screaming and shuddering, her slick soaking my hand. Pulling my fingers free, I shove them into her mouth, watching her eyes widen. “Suck my fingers clean. We have so much more to do.”
