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I know the exact moment I have him. It’s there in the way his pupils dilate, the way his expression becomes more animal than man.
When I tilt my face toward his ear, he lets me. “I want you to hunt me down. I want you to stalk my every move. Find me scared and lost and all alone in the forest. And when you catch me, I want you to hold me down and follow every filthy instinct you have.” My hand covers his at my throat, and I stroke the back of it with my thumb. “Can you do that for me?”
CHAPTER
SEVENTEEN
LYNX
My brain is being eaten by sludge. A slow-moving, logic-infesting rot that’s rolled over my mind and left nothing behind except for this bright flare of light.
My hand tightens on Sasha’s throat, desperately trying to cling to sanity, even as it slips away. My dick has never been this hard, and there’s something about how fucking pretty Sasha looks, how vulnerable and innocent, and the way he revealed those fucking panties that are not at all practical or probably even comfortable, and how I know that image is going to be burned into my memory for life.
I want to tear him apart with frustration. I want to prove to him that I’m right, and he’s in trouble, but all I can concentrate on is I want you to hunt me down.
After that, everything else disappeared.
Like a switch flicking from fight to hunt, I’m ready for it. Ready to smell his fear and stalk his movements. Ready to follow that thundering heartbeat and terrified gasps through the dark until I can pounce.
I’ll show him how vulnerable he really is.
Maybe then he’ll finally listen when I tell him he needs protection.
He does that thing where he rolls his hips over mine again, and I choke on how good it feels. The weight, the pressure, another human giving in to his instincts as much as I want to give in to mine.
It’s a mission to keep my free hand attached to this chair, but I’m scared that if I let go, I’ll become untethered. I already can’t think properly. I’m becoming all instincts, and my instincts are telling me to lean in, to bite that delicate skin until it parts under my teeth, to hold him down and push into his body and fuck him until I clear this sludge from my brain.
I need it.
I fucking need it.
“Run,” I choke out.
Sasha whimpers, the sound sealing my fate. He stands up, that enticingly wrapped cock right in my line of sight, and my mouth waters with hunger. The pale pink against his creamy skin is begging me to destroy the perfect image, but before I can tear those panties to shreds, he backs away, breaking contact between us.
“Give me until ten, okay?” he says in a voice that’s like syrup. “One …”
“Two,” I say almost instantly. “Three.”
He reaches the door before I can say four and pauses, back to me, letting me get a good view of how that lace perfectly bows over his ass cheeks—before he drops the panties to the floor.
“Five!” flies out of me.
He answers with a laugh. “And, Lynx? Don’t be scared to hurt me a little. I promise you I’ll like it.”
Then he bolts.
I’m out of my chair like it’s electrified and at my door in time to see his naked, pale body disappear into the tree line. He can have all the head start he wants; I know these woods better than anyone, and it’s not going to take me long to pick the exact trail he’s taken. There are only two options in the direction he’s headed, and I’m positive I know the one he’ll choose.
My gaze catches on his panties, lying innocently at my feet, and I crouch down to pick them up.
They’re as soft as his fucking skin was, and I can’t stop myself from lifting them to my nose and inhaling.
My senses are flooded with the scent of his arousal, and I crush the material in my fist.
You better run, Sasha, because I’m coming for you.
I give myself enough time to turn off the oven, lock my front door behind me, and slowly walk down my front steps, tucking the panties in my pocket.
