Her tits bounced with every thrust, and in the barely there light of the moon, I could see a rosy flush creeping up her neck.
Beautiful, fucking beautiful.
Her cunt gripped my cock like a vice, and it took every ounce of self control I had to not blow my load in her right there.
“You like being fucked like a feral little thing in the dirt, don’t you?” I sunk my fingers into her hips, pulling her closer so I could get that much deeper in her.
Her legs started to shake as a broken moan exited her chest.
“You’re going to cum for me, right now,” I ordered.
Her head shook with a desperation to deny my one request, but her body betrayed her. Her thighs trembled and her chest shook like she’d forgotten how to breathe. Her fingers dug into the moss below and her hips arched.
An animalistic scream tore through her as she shivered, her pussy constricting and releasing with the beat of her heart. I didn’t last much longer than that. Maybe two pumps if I’m being generous. That didn’t stop me from staying buried in her, wanting to keep my cum inside as long as possible, wanting to do anything I could to mark her from the inside out.
“Mine,” I growled, no intention to let go.
No part of me wanted to see her go, but the night was far too young to end it here. Plus, there was no fun in round two if I didn’t chase her first. So, slowly, I pulled out.
She was a shaky mess as she rolled to her side. Her dress was still hiked up, my cum having spilled out onto the milky part of her inner thighs.
“Run, Little Light,” I commanded. “The next time I catch you, Iwon’thesitate to kill you.”
Lux’s hair bounced with frantic nods as she fought onto her knees. She stumbled twice but found her feet and snatched her bag off the ground before running away on shaky knees.
Part of me wanted to follow her, but now that I had her scent, there was no getting away from me. Plus, few of our toys ventured into Solomon’s chapel, and that isexactlywhere Little Light was headed.
Chapter 4
Lux
Ihad no idea how fast I could run until I needed to run for my life. Each step jostled the bag, causing the weight of it to crash into my sore back. The fall from the tree hadn’t disabled me, but every movement caused a new type of agony. It was as if I’d been bruised from head to toe, and every step felt like someone pushing their fingers into freshly purpled flesh. I didn’t scream, even though I really wanted to. Instead, my teeth dug into my lower lip.
“You can run but you can’t hide, Little Light!” Ronan’s voice echoed through the forest, and I moved a little faster.
There was a definite reverence in the way he’d touched me, but I had no doubt that he’d meant every word when he said he’d kill me if he caught me again. I didn’t have a watch, and my survival skills were limited to say the least. That meant I had no idea how much longer this night would last, but I had to keep going.
This was a small price to pay for the life of comfort soon to come.
The trees passed by in a blur, my slip caught on some of them. The snagged material tore, but it didn’t slow me down. I could have my decency once the sun rose.
A building of cracked stone came into view. Thankfully, it didn’t appear to be connected to the main manor. Seeing as Ronan was outside, I assumed the other three were patrolling the house, waiting for the skull headed man to chase me into the safety that came with the familiar.
I bound up the crumbling steps two at a time and used what remained of my strength to push open the massive oak doors. Their deafening groan of the hinges felt like a personal attack, as if the environment was alertingeveryliving creature within a ten-mile radius of my location. Still, I pressed inside the building, allowing the doors to slam beside me.
My eyes quickly adjusted to the near perfect darkness, the only light came from the moon streaming in through bits of broken stained glass, forming sporadic spotlights, highlighting abandoned pews and a large cross covered in cobwebs.
Instantly, I froze, goosebumps forming on the back of my neck. A deep-rooted feeling of dread filled my stomach. I quickly dismissed it as the creepy location getting to me, but it almost felt as if I was being watched,again.
I shook the idea off and tiptoed down the aisle. As I approached the pulpit, I noticed a small wooden booth tucked away in the back of the church, hidden behind a large wooden pillar. I didn’t hesitate to go that way. It looked as though it’d been forgotten, and that made for a perfect hiding place, at least in theory.
Once I reached the booth, I yanked back the curtain. A plume of dust erupted at the motion, and I suppressed a cough.
Definitely forgotten.
Without another thought, I slipped in, closing the curtain behind me.
The small box around me was a mess of dust, and the grime stuck to me as I slipped into the seat. This might not be a place to stay for long, but at least I could catch my breath.
