Smart, Wren,I told myself, even as my teeth began to chatter.Keep it smart.
Adrenaline surged in my system, sharpening my focus and giving me some clarity of thought I’d begun to believe I’d lost entirely. Not knowing how long it would last, I just went with it.
The sun had nearly dipped below the horizon now. Dusk swallowed the forest in deepening shades of blue and gray. The wind picked up, whispering through the branches above, and for the first time, I felt the first real warning bite of another storm moving in.
Good. That would help, too.
I kept heading west, using the sun’s dying glow as it slid beneath the clouds as a guide. The hills rolled in that direction, and if I remembered the map correctly, there was an old hunting cabin tucked between a couple of ridges. One that had been available for rental like the one I’d taken.
Shelter. Maybe even a fire if I could get one going. That would be the smart play.
But wariness crept in again. I hadn’t heard them—hadn’t seen them—but thatsensehadn’t left me. The one that said I was prey. Being watched. Being stalked.
No matter how clear-headed I tried to be, my body betrayed me with every step. I was cold. Damp. But I still ached for them. Still throbbed between my thighs with every jolt of footfall.
This wasn’t just heat anymore. It was somethingbigger. Somethingdeeper.
That something was getting harder to ignore.
I didn’t stop moving. I couldn’t. Not yet. But my limbs were getting heavier, my breath shorter, and the pull of the heat inside me was turning into a dragging weight. Like it wanted to pull me down. Make me collapse into the snow andwaitfor them.
But that wasn’t the deal. That wasn’t the game.
They had to earn me. Each of them.
Just before I crested the next ridge, I glanced back—and Iknew. There, across the white expanse, one of them had stepped out onto the riverbank. Far enough to make it a challenge still. Close enough that my heart slammed into my ribs.
I couldn’t see who it was. Their snow gear squared out his shape, and the hockey mask was enough to give me a jolt of fear-laced desire. The shadows concealed the rest of him, but my body recognized his, whether my mind could name him or not.
The hunger.
The promise.
The challenge.
This one, at least, was getting closer.
Exhilaration sprinted through me as I smiled and turned, forcing my tired legs to run again, breath fogging in the cold, heart racing. The cabin couldn’t be far now.
But neither was he.
Come and get me.
The figure caught me just as I reached the cabin, his grip like a vise around my waist, his hard arms wrapping around me with a force that left me breathless. The roughness of his arousal pressed insistently against me, a promise of what was to come. He managed to get the door open with one hand, his other never leaving my body, and pushed me inside with a fierce urgency that left no room for doubt.
Inside the cabin, the air was thick with anticipation and the lingering scent of pine. He said nothing, his breathing heavy and ragged, as his hands moved with rough, efficient movements punctuated by sound of zippers being tugged down to strip down my snow suit. The fabric tore under his urgent touch, and to my utter thrill, he ripped my soaked leggings down, along with my panties, exposing me completely to his hungry gaze.
Then, with a single, hard thrust, he entered me, making me scream. The sound echoed through the small cabin, a primal cry of need and desire that seemed to shake the very foundations of the building. I clawed at the table with my gloved hands, the wood rough and unyielding beneath my fingers, as he fucked me hard and fast. Each thrust was a claim, a promise, and a demand all at once, and I met him with equal fervor, my body arching to meet his.
His hands were everywhere, teasing and tormenting me with expert precision. Hard fingers found my clit, circling and teasing it with a ruthless intensity that had me gasping for breath. Another hand slid up under my jacket, pinching my nipples witha force that sent jolts of pleasure-pain straight to my core. I was on fire, every nerve ending alight with need and desire, and I knew I was his to command.
It was brutal, passionate, and everything I could have asked for. The release detonated through my system, a wave of pleasure so intense that it made me sob. But even after I came, he stayed stiff inside me, his body demanding more. As my breathing returned to a semblance of normalcy, he began to power into me again, and I realized that he was going to keep fucking me until we both couldn't take it anymore.
Laughter-infused tears spilled down my face as I pushed back against him, meeting his every thrust with a fervor that matched his own. It was everything I had ever wanted, a primal dance of desire and need that left no room for anything else. The sound of the door opening and the wash of cold air alerted me to a new arrival, and I heard the muttered oath as my captor continued to fuck me relentlessly, the rhythm of our bodies never faltering.
A new presence in the room only heightened my arousal, the knowledge that we were not alone adding a new layer of intensity to the encounter. My captor's grip on my hips tightened, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more demanding, as if he was determined to mark me as his own before anyone else could claim me. I met his every move with equal intensity, my body on fire with need and desire, until we both reached the peak of pleasure once more, our cries of release mingling in the air.
As the waves of pleasure subsided, I collapsed against the table, my body slick with sweat and my breath coming in ragged gasps. But my captor was not done with me yet. He flipped me over, his eyes dark with desire and determination, and lifted my legs over his shoulders. With a single, powerful thrust, he entered me again, his body demanding more, always more.
