HANNAH
Holy fucking shit.
Why does my body burst to life at the idea of being held hostage by these two men?
I mean, I’ve been in a constant state of horniness since this morning, probably because every time I move a muscle, the pressure in my ass has my pussy desperate to be filled the same way.
Apparently, my body hasn’t gotten the memo that we’re angry at both Asher and Rowan.
“You like the idea of being chased, Little Doe?” Asher’s voice is darker than I can ever recall it being, the roughness sending need straight to my core.
Fuck.
“Answer him,” Rowan says from beside me.
When the fuck did he even move?
“Yes,” I whisper. “I like the idea of being chased.”
“You gave our girl an apt nickname.”
Asher smirks. “I sure did. This house is quite secluded, surrounded by a dense forest.”
A shiver vibrates through my body, giving away how much their words are affecting me.
“Maybe one day we’ll have to go for a run,” he murmurs, his lips so close I’m struggling to remember why I can’t close the distance and taste him.
“And by a run, you mean a hunt?” Rowan asks roughly.
The image they’re painting has my pussy so wet I’m pretty sure the chair beneath me is soaked. Before Asher, I liked dirty talk as much as the next person, but now? Now his words elicit the same kind of response his body does.
“Exactly.” He smirks, tightening his hold on my throat. “Do you want us to hunt you, Little Doe?”
Jesus.
If it were possible to melt, I’d be a puddle on the chair by now, because the picture they’re painting, the promises they’re making, are doing things to my body that I didn’t think were possible.
I nod, unable to force words to my lips.
“You know I need a vocal response, Hannah,” Asher admonishes.
“Yes,” I whisper. “I want you to hunt me.”
“Fuck,” Rowan groans, his hand fisting his tented sweatpants.
“Your wish is our command.” Asher brushes his lips over mine in a barely there kiss.
“Not today, though.”
My eyes flicker to the side to meet Rowan’s wild gaze. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him look quite so…unhinged, but seeing how I affect someone as put together as him does nothing to tamp down my need.
“Don’t look at me like that, sweetheart,” he murmurs, dropping into a crouch beside the chair. “It’s not safe to send you running through a forest right now, but you better believe assoon as it is, we’ll take you out, give you a five-minute head start, and then when we catch you, we’ll fuck you in the dirt. Force you to take us both until you’re a filthy, panting mess. How does that sound?”
A strangled moan fills the room, and it takes me a moment to realize the sound came from me. “So good.”
Rowan smiles down at me, his eyes full of pride. “So fucking perfect for us.”
My chest warms, the feeling of being truly wanted for the first time in my life moving through me like wildfire.
