Fuck it. I toss them in anyway.
When I step into the hallway, Liam is already waiting, scrolling through his phone. He glances up, those blue eyes seeing right through me.
“Nervous?” he asks softly.
“Excited,” I correct him, though it’s both. My stomach is a knot of anticipation, my skin electric with awareness.
Dom emerges from his room with a large, sleek, black travel case. When he catches me staring, he winks but offers no explanation. I sense it’s filled with things to make my fantasy all the more exciting, as he has a duffel bag too.
Cora is the last to join us, her overnight bag slung over her shoulder. She’s changed into jeans and a light sweater, perfect for the woods.
“Ready?” Dom asks, keys already in hand.
We load into his Range Rover, bags in the back, anticipation thick in the air between us.
As we pull away from the penthouse, the city falling behind us, I can’t help but think I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.
The driveto Dom’s cabin takes just under two hours, winding through increasingly remote roads until we pull up to a stunning modern structure nestled among towering pines. Despite my growing arousal, we spend the afternoon like any normal weekend getaway—unpacking, exploring the cabin, Liam and Cora preparing dinner while Dom builds a fire.
But the undercurrent of anticipation never leaves. Every time any of our eyes meet across the room, I see the predatory glint that tells me they’re ready to chase me.
As darkness falls, we finish the last of our wine on the back deck. The forest stretches endlessly behind the cabin, a sea of shadows and moonlit trees. My heart hammers against my ribs, cock already half-hard just thinking about what’s coming.
Cora sets her glass down with purpose. “I think it’s time,” she says, her voice sending a shiver down my spine.
Dom nods, disappearing into the cabin before returning with the three masks. In his other hand is a flashlight.
“Ten minutes,” Liam explains, checking his watch. “That’s your head start. The rules are simple—you run, we hunt.”
“And when we catch you...” Dom trails off, his meaning clear from the way his eyes darken.
I swallow hard, my mouth dry. “And if I evade you all night?”
Cora laughs, slipping on my mask. “Then you don’t get what you really want, do you?”
She’s right. As much as I want the chase, what I truly crave is the capture—being tracked down and claimed by the three people I love most.
Dom hands me the flashlight. “Ten minutes start now.”
I don’t hesitate. Adrenaline already surging, I bolt into the tree line, the beam of light bouncing wildly as I navigate between trunks and over fallen branches. The forest floor is soft beneath my sneakers, years of pine needles cushioning my steps.
My breath comes in excited gasps as I push deeper into the woods, deliberately leaving occasional signs—a broken twig here, a footprint there. I want them to find me, but not too easily.
God, I’m so turned on I can barely think straight. My cock strains against my pants with each step, the thrill of being prey to them making me dizzy with desire.
My phone vibrates in my pocket—the ten-minute alarm. My head start is over.
They’re coming.
I pause behind a massive oak, heart hammering as I silence the alert. The forest feels different now that I’m being hunted. Every shadow stretches like a predator; every rustle of leaves makes me flinch.
Fuck. My cock throbs painfully.
I click off the flashlight, relying instead on patches of moonlight filtering through the canopy. Moving deeper into the woods, I keep my footfalls as silent as possible, pausing occasionally to listen for pursuit. The night air fills my lungs—crisp, pine-scented, and charged with anticipation.
Time stretches oddly when you’re being hunted. What feels like hours is probably just minutes. I check my phone—twenty-five minutes since they started tracking me. I’ve made it this far. Part of me wants to keep running forever, prolonging this exquisite tension. The other part aches to be caught, pinned down, and claimed.
I duck under a low-hanging branch, angling toward what looks like a small clearing ahead.
