Oliver and KC both kissed me and each other before they were off, which told me their plan was to separate. Poor choice. I smirked. This was going to be so much fun.
My men raced into the maze, Oliver taking the lead, which was both surprising and not. He wasn’t an athlete like KC, but he was fueled by pure adrenaline. KC, however, had been slower since he’d been struggling with cutting his smoothies out. I’d need to broach the topic with him soon.
I clenched my hands with excitement, a jittery feeling spreading through me like poison. I was high on the idea ofhunt,hunt,huntand it sent me back to the second time I’d met Oliver in the alley behind my shop. I’d chased him and tackled him and made him cry. It was beautiful, and I was hungry to catch him. But I wanted KC, too, because I couldn’t imagine how he’d react to being prey. Would he fight or submit?
My leg bounced in anticipation. As Steel raised the horn, I slid the mask down onto my face. The red glowed around myeyes, but there was something comfortable about being behind the mask.
The horn blared.
I took off, racing into the maze. Inside was a labyrinth of walls and sections filled with different objects that ranged from chaises, padded benches, and so much more. They were arranged to fuck on, and the sight of them sent a thrill straight down my spine. Blood filled my cock and it pressed insistently against my jeans zipper, ready to be free.
My fingertips buzzed with electricity. There was a primal urge driving me forward. Every time I turned a corner, I bounced off the wall, my feet thumping against the wooden floor as I ran. I was hungry. Desperate. And so fucking horny.
I came across a man who had the same build as Oliver, but my gut told me it wasn’t my guy. He was too submissive as he stole past me. Despite playing, Oliver’s ferality was delicious.
KC, on the other hand, had me intrigued. Another three corners and I caught sight of broad shoulders that definitely belonged to him. The lights flickered from blues to violets to darkness, amping me up higher in my already ravenous headspace.
I chased.
KC was fast. He knocked people out of the way, turning to look over his shoulder as though he could sense I was following. Good. Let him shake in his boots. He was mine.
My thighs burned and adrenaline seared my veins. Hunger curled low in my stomach and my cock became uncomfortable in my underwear.Huntbecame a mantra in my head. When KC took a left, I was right behind him.
He twisted as I tackled. A yell spilled from his lips as we went crashing to the floor, and I grinned wildly.
“Code word,” I purred.
KC bared his teeth and wriggled under me but still managed to spit out, “Kitten.”
“Good boy. Mine is motorcycle.” I raised the mask to lick a stripe up his cheek, and he went pliant beneath me. Perfect submissive prey. “Caught you, Kansas. Now it’s time to find our kitten, and then I’m going to fuck you while he sucks your cock.”
He shuddered and moaned, and it was sweeter than a tattoo gun in my ears, making it sound like goddamned heaven.
I heaved him to his feet and kept my grip tight on his wrist. “Let’s go find our feral kitten.”
16
OLI
The lights in the maze made everything an underwater dream, and whether it was sweet or a night terror had yet to be determined. At some point, I’d slipped past KC deeper into the maze, but he didn’t seem like he was interested in hiding.
No, KC wanted to get caught.
I was pretty sure he was too shy in the bedroom to run me down and fuck me.
Ren wasn’t getting me without a fight, though.
My shoulders tensed as I came to a cross point in the maze. I could go left or right. I chose left and ran for about fifteen feet before I came to a dead end with a sex swing suspended in front of the wall.
“Fuck!” Frustration pounded in my head along with my pulse as I tore back in the direction I’d come. I noticed an opening I’d walked past in the weird, pulsing lighting and took it. I passed a group of three people, two women and a man, who were all wearing green wristbands. If the man was gay and a woman caught him, what would he do? Safe word, maybe? That madesense. I didn’t stop to ask, though, just kept moving off to the right.
I came to another choice—left or right?—and noticed one of the refs lurking nearby along a wall. He must’ve realized I was staring at him because he moved closer and smiled. He probably looked nice enough, normally, but the lights made him appear sinister.
“Better run,” he said.
“To where? I can’t find a way out! How do I win?”
The ref laughed. “The only way out is the entrance. I suppose if you think getting out of the maze iswinning, then you have to pass your hunter without being seen.”
