“Still want to stretch?” I ask smugly, helping her onto her knees. My hands play with her perky tits, and Ransom leans over me to suck hard on her nipple. Storm takes advantage of where he is to play with her pussy, while Marie whimpers as she drops her head back, content to allow us to use her. “That’s my good fucking girl.”
“Alpha,” she rasps, gasping for breath already. She’s not going to make it very far if she doesn’t control her breathing. Her knife is strapped to her thigh, her shoes are on her feet, and we'll be behind her the entire time.
“He asked you a question, Kitty,” Storm says.
Wilder licks up her cheek, collecting her tears as he hums in happiness. Her eyes are glassy with unshed wetness, something I fully plan to rectify.
I want all of her tears and cum. I don’t do anything in half measures. She’ll be fully satiated by the time we leave here.
Marie’s hair is wild down her back, and Storm pulls a hair tie off his wrist to tie it up after he sucks her arousal off his fingers first. The path here was pretty clear of raised roots. She should be fine to run if she wants.
“Well?” Ransom asks. His cock is still out and leaking, and Marie watches as I lean forward and lick the precum from his slit.
I can feel how torn Marie is, and she presses her thighs together as she makes a decision.
“I’d like to stretch,” she whispers, allowing Storm and Wilder to help her up.
I remain sitting as I watch her stomp the circulation back into her legs, her hard soled shoes perfect for running from us. Her heart is beating hard, her fingers are twitching behind her back with anticipation, but still I wait.
Even when Storm and Wilder put their guns away, I remain sitting, right up until she breaks away and starts running.
“Give her a head start,” I growl, rolling onto my feet.
Ransom puts his cock away as he stands, already poised to run.
“Play with our prey a little first,” I grunt. “Now go.”
Happy running, Pet. Hope you know what you’re getting into.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Marie
My arms are bound behind my back, but my legs aren’t fucking broken. My feet pound the ground as I run as fast as I can. It doesn’t feel as warm as it was earlier in the shade of the trees, and it chills my overheated skin.
A tree branch hits my skin here and there, making me hiss as I run, but I still run, not knowing when my alphas will give chase. I can’t hear them, but that doesn’t fucking matter.
These men can be silent when they want to.
If I strain really hard, I can hear the swishing sound of leaves being displaced, but even that could be the fucking wind.
“Are you running yet, Pet?” Lore yells, chuckling.
Hush! I can’t hear.
I swallow convulsively as my mouth waters from the adrenaline and fear of being chased as I flee, and I tend to concentrate on my surroundings.
Fucking Lore, playing dirty.
Ransom steps out from behind a tree into my path, and I squeal as I almost slip trying to change directions.
“Fuck off,” I rasp, finding traction and continuing to run.
“Oops, so close, Sugar,” he croons.
He’s mocking me. Dick. Whatever, I’m still free!
I manage to run a few more steps when I hear someone behind me. Squealing, I dash around a tree, giggling when I hear the alpha behind me crash into it. Shit, that could have been me!
