“Yeah, they’re kind of attached,” he says.
Her eyes widen. “Really?” Her thumb presses against the sharp tip and then she pulls back with a wince, putting her injured finger in her mouth. “Sharp,” she says around her digit.
He takes her hand and pulls it from her mouth and slowly brings it up to his own, taking his tongue and licking the blood from her wound. His eyes flutter closed, and I can smell that metallic scent of her in the air. My canines elongating and cock hardening on pure instinct.
“Do you want to play a game with us, little screamer?” Maverick asks.
Her eyes are zeroed in on Maverick’s mouth in almost a daze. “What kind of game.”
“The kind where we chase you. And if we catch you, we get to fuck you.”
Her eyebrows raise and she turns the prospect over in her mind.
“And what do I get if I win?” She asks.
“You get whatever your heart desires.”
“Anything I want?”
Maverick and I nod.
“Deal,” she says.
“You have to stick to the trails when you run though, otherwise you can fall into one our traps,” Maverick warns, and I can tell he’s using his vampire coercion on her to keep her safe.
She gets a blank expression on her face as the coercion takes root. “I stay on the path,” she agrees then blinks hard with a frown that is wiped away quickly as Maverick plants a kiss on her mouth.
“You have thirty seconds,” he tells her. “Start running.”
She turns and takes off into the night at full speed and we start counting down, readying ourselves for the hunt.
Chapter 20
Lydia
My heart is beating hard against my chest as they chase me. I haven’t decided yet if I want them to catch me or not, but the prospect of them fucking me together is definitely having me lean towards yes, the fuck I do want to be caught.
I can hear Maverick and Hendricks counting the seconds down behind me. Their combined voices getting further and further away the more I run. As my adrenaline grows, so does the anticipation of them finding me.
It won’t take them long. They know these paths better than I do, and I’m not going very fast.
Clearly, my vagina is deciding to be a little slut on this trip because I am not putting in much effort to get away from them at all.
“Ten… Nine… Eight…”
My pace slows with each number they call out.
“Three… Two… One…”
“Ready or not, here we come,” one of them says and I can feel my stomach clenching as they come looking for me.
The path is so dark that I can barely tell where I’m going. There’s a blur of something that passes close to me as I slow even more. I turn around trying to see what it could be.
“Maverick? Hendricks?” I say aloud, thinking it’s got to be them.
But nothing answers me.
They got all the wolves, right?
