We move faster and faster, and when we get to the river, she doesn’t stop; she just flies out into it, disappearing under the water.
“Fuck!” I hiss.
Vale is right behind her. Kota follows, then Rory and I. She drags herself out of the water and sets off jogging, not even checking to make sure we’re okay. No, she knows we’re fine. Even if we weren’t, we’d still follow.
“Bonnie, you’re going to need to drink something!”
She whirls, sticks her finger up at me, spins around, and keeps running. I let out a bark of laughter and put on speed, struggling to catch up to her.
She’s fast, but so am I.
“Don’t go too far,” Vale snaps.
“Omega, slow down.”
She ignores me.
I put on another burst of speed and catch her pack, dragging her back. She whirls and hits low, kicking one of my legs out from under me.
I tumble hard, but I’m scared I’ll hurt her, so I let go of her pack and crash to the ground.
“You little minx,” I hiss when I sit up and find she’s still running. Kota’s on her heels now, though, and he won’t be so easily tricked. I roll to my feet and race after her.
We run into the dark until she gets to a clearing and stops. She drops her pack, her chest heavy, sweat glittering on her skin in the moonlight.
Her scent is so strong that I’m almost in a rut. It’s hard to think, to do anything but feel.
Kota approaches, and she whirls. At first, I think they’re about to kiss, but then she starts punching. She doesn’t pull them either, and Kota moves with deadly grace, answering her attacks with defensive blocks, watching her, assessing her. I know the minute he’s going to move. I can feel his absolute readiness.
He pounces, and she goes down under him. She screams and fights, refusing to give in until he bites her jaw. I’m close enough to see her eyes turn black and her body relax.
“We have you, Omega, you don’t have to do this alone anymore.”
She lays there perfectly still, not reacting, and then, like a switch has been flicked, she turns languid, arching up into him, purring a sound that is a siren’s call if ever I heard one.
“Are you ready to crawl yet, Bonnie?” Rory says as he crouches.
She turns her head and hisses at him.
He laughs and grabs her hair, pulling it until her head is twisted and her eyes are on him. “I hope you remember what I said.”
“I remember everything. You promised you’d make me crawl.”
Goading Rory is never a good idea, but goading him while he’s like this is the worst idea in the history of ideas.
Rory pulls out his flick knife and holds it out. She stares at him, unperturbed. He reaches out and, in a couple of quick moves, removes all her clothing. They lay in shreds around her, like an angel who’s dropped all her feathers. She looks like one with the moonlight bathing her.
Kota turns her over and sets her on her hands and knees. I get a look at a glistening pink pussy, and my mouth waters. My cock has never been this hard, and I’ve never had my knot rise this early in response to anyone.
Dakota stands up, while Rory strips out of his clothing. Rory lays down.
“Sit on his face.”
“No,” she hisses.
Kota slaps her ass hard enough to make her squeal.
“Sit on his face. He’s been dying to get another taste of your pretty cunt, and he’s been such a good boy.”
