“I can smell you, little bunny,” a voice taunts. With wide eyes, I search the blackness of the path I fell from. A large shadowy form pauses on the other side, inhaling deeply. “You can run, but you can't hide.”
The words have my stomach quaking with something more than fear. Apricots and freesia carry on the breeze, mixing with the syrupy sweet scent of a maple tree being cut. Wade’s right there. Holding my breath, I wait for him to move.
“Have you found a burrow?” He tilts his head to the side, staring straight at me. At least I can feel his dark eyes run over my face. He can't miss me. But he doesn't break though the row of corn; he chuckles. “How did you get over there?”
It's obvious he isn't looking for a response as he loops away. The rest of his words carry back to me.
“Run fast, Bunny, I enjoy the chase.”
Slick dampens my thong and bunny suit as the idea of being caught by him races through me. I force my legs to move and rush to the exit of my dead end. I head the same direction the girl had been caught earlier, hopeful the threat of being next is gone.
Moans echo through the thick blades. Rising up like a symphony around me. Then the animalistic slapping of bodies coming together follows.
My pheromones spike with need, and I'm sure they saturate the nearest stalks. Anyone hunting me will have a clear path to follow.
The further I go, the more screams of pleasure fill the night. More alphas forcing submission on the betas and omegas they trap.
All part of the hunt, I assume.
If Dee knew what this was and didn't give me a heads up, I'll kill her.
Still, I can't deny the thrill. Or the way my body has been alive since Oz tugged my hood off. It calls to that hidden, dark place inside me. The part that wants to run from danger and ultimately be caught.
This is just a safe way to live that fantasy. I just hadn't realized it included sex. Very animalistic, public sex.
Two girls run past, giggling and looking behind them. I glance over my shoulder to see a hunter close on their heels. He grazes by, ignoring me in favor of one of the fleeing omegas. I slow to a stop.
I'm completely lost. My strategy of keeping a hand on a wall failed the second I tumbled into the new path.
Propping my hands on my hips, I gaze up at the night sky. If I can find a constellation I recognize at least I'll have a point of reference.
Nibbling on my lip, I find Orion peeking over the horizon. He's to my left, so that's east. Right? I was facing west when they pulled my hood off. Not that any of that gives me an idea of which way to go.
A cracking blade beneath a booted foot alerts me to a presence. Beckett in all his bare-chested, mountain man glory stands twenty feet away. His eyes seem to shine in the dark, reflecting the moon as he waits for me to move.
A slow, panty-melting smile tugs at his lips as he flashes his straight, white teeth at me. “You didn't run fast enough, little bunny, and now I'm going to show you what that means.”
Chapter
Three
I spinon my heel without a second thought and fly down the path, slipping into another row that splits into two.
Only to come face to face with Ozwald in his wolf mask. He grins, baring his teeth at me, a crazed excitement gleaming in his eyes. Twisting away from him, I run straight into Wade’s chest.
His beak bumps my forehead, and he tsks his disappointment. Before he drops his voice low and whispers into my ear, “Looks like you've stepped right into our trap.”
The feathers of his mask brushing my cheek, and a shiver runs down my spine. Out of instinct, I jerk back when his arms go around me. They are like metal bands circling my waist.
“Oh, she wants to run some more,” he says, looking at Ozwald over my shoulder.
“I didn't sign up for this,” I say. The lack of confidence in my tone and pheromones bleeding off of me tell my lie.
Ozwald laughs, closer than he was before. “Bunny, we have all the contracts locked up safe in our home. Tell us your name, and we can show you where you signed.”
I swallow. The idea of admitting to my bosses that I'm the invisible girl that works for them and fetches them coffee andfiles while they are deep in a case is terrifying. It's better they never know.
This one night I can give in to this insane fantasy. They never have to know. I can be the mystery omega they ravished in a corn field. Two birds, one stone. I'll never have to imagine what it would be like to be with them…to be that lucky girl I witnessed them with. Because I'll have that memory after tonight. And I can hold my head up when I enter the office on Monday. It will be my secret.
