Thank you for taking the time to read and vote/comment. Your feedback really helps! This story is somewhat of a continuation to 'Hunted'.
It wasn't as if he'd never hunted me before, but tonight had been different. I'd seen that hungry glint in his eyes only one other time, when cosmic energy seemed to flood through his entire being. His eyes became obscured with color, his body tighter, firmer, his movements more pronounced than I had ever seen. Yet tonight, tonight he was even wilder than then, filling me with a fear I'd rarely felt with him.
My pulse quickened when he grabbed me firmly, naming me his unwitting prey. His fingernail ran against the fabric of my shirt, sliding between the small valley of my breasts. He could hear my elevated heartbeat, knew I was frightened maybe just a little, and smiled cruelly as he used it to his advantage.
"My body is telling me to run," I whispered, stepping back slightly from his grasp.
"Run," he said in a sneer. "It makes the sport so much worthwhile." His laugh held nothing but derision and even then I turned, looking toward the door. Where else would I go to escape him? I wasn't sure I would even make it that far, but his words gave me haunting reassurance. "You'll make it," he whispered. "I'll let you make it. And then I'm going to find you."
My mind raced with overwhelming fear. There was little I could do but play his game. I ran out the door, leaving it wide behind me, fumbling with my car keys. I opened the door to my car, dropped the keys in my panic, and quickly found them. I drove fast and hard, not even sure where I was going, knowing that anything short of hurting him would be pointless.
Instinct told me to dump the car and to try to escape him in the woods. I knew he wasn't far behind me even as I slumped against a tree, trying to stay my stilted breath. I had no idea what the hell I was doing, running through a maze of trees and brush, feeling those long fingers reaching out to scrape against my skin as branches and twigs snapped against me.
"Little girl, don't hide so well," he teased, jumping down so close. I fell to my knees, pressing myself to the cold, wet ground, crawling soundlessly toward a fallen tree. "Aren't you even going to make this a challenge?"
He broke out into a laugh the moment I found myself at the edge of the clearing. "There is nothing I can do to escape you. We both know it," I screamed, throwing my hands into the air in frustration and fright.
Walking down the moonlit road, the heels of his boots clicking against the pavement; scanning the clearing and spoke once more. "There's a cabin waiting. Two miles up the road and through the Western trees; now run."
Huffing in the cold night air, my lungs began to burn once more. I hit my stride, kicking out the last mile before finding myself in front of the old log cabin, scrabbling with the doorknob, trying to find my entrance. Inside the darkened warmth I fell to my knees, begging my lungs to stop stinging, trying to listen for him above the sound of my pulse.
The first footsteps fell just above my head. The slow clacking sound as he paced the roof made me tremble with anticipation of his coming. The sound drew down the slope until I heard him drop to the porch. He turned the handle to the door, opening the lock from inside by some slight of magic, throwing it open and then closing it without even a backward glance.
His smile fell upon me; not exactly expressing he was happy to see me. It said danger, warning, flee. I stood quickly and stepped away from him until my back was flush with the farther wall. "Baby, there is no escaping you. You know that."
"No, there wouldn't be, would there?" he sneered once again. His eyes panned downward as the smile curled up one side of his lips. I shivered with fear against the wall, against the drapes of the window I was pressed so tightly beside.
He cocked his head, walking around an antique table, standing a few inches before me. "Are you frightened?"
The word seemed to slur on his lips, caught up in his devious smile. "I would be lying if I told you I wasn't. Yes," I whispered. "I'm frightened."
"Little fox, would I hurt you? I am a hunter of wolves." His hand stretched out, sliding pristinely sharpened nails over my skin. I shivered again with the sensation, two feelings warring inside of me. One said fly, the other bade me stay.
"No," I returned hushed. "No, not much. Nothing you couldn't heal." I knew it in my own heart that he wouldn't hurt me beyond simple pain, beyond pleasure pain. Part of me was growing into that feeling, the intensely erotic nature of his beast.
Those fingertips moved slowly over my lips. The tip of one brushed the inside of my mouth and I could hardly stop myself from taking it inside of me. I sucked it warm and wet, sliding it back into my throat as I closed my eyes. I could almost feel him smiling at me as he sighed, tainted with the sound of his smugness. "Yes, that's it," he hissed, pushing another finger into the heat. I swallowed them both back, pulling away only to slide forward once more.
"Perhaps you know how to tame this creature after all, my beautiful, clever girl. Then again," he trailed off, that glimmer returning to his eyes.
