A slight crackle from behind alerts me to Blade's presence. He stays back, watching our little game with intense interest, his gaze unwavering. But this is my hunt now; his turn will come.
Her breathless pants become louder as she trips over a tree root and stumbles. In an instant, I'm on her. Before she can recover, I pin her against a tree, my body flush against hers.
"No more running, Red," I growl into her ear. Her eyes flash with defiance, coupled with an unmistakable hint of desire. Her chest heaves as she fights for control and composure beneath my touch.
Shadowed by the tree's thick foliage, we're hidden from the curious glances of Blade further off in the distance. With my left hand wrapped around her neck, keeping her still, my right hand travels over the curve of her breasts, her nipples hard with arousal and from the cool night air.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do when I have to give you up tomorrow,” I whisper as she whimpers softly while I dip down to take a nipple into my mouth. Her breath hitchesas I suck hungrily, my teeth gently grazing the sensitive nub.
"D-don't…" she stutters out, her body trembling under my touch. But her words are empty, her resistance half-hearted at best. A soft moan escapes her lips as I continue to tease her, nipping lightly at her sensitive skin.
Finally, I pull away, confusing her before I grab her roughly, turning to force her chest against the tree. Wasting no more time, I plunge my cock into her from behind, eliciting a loud, gasped moan from her as I do. “That’s right. Don’t forget to whom you belong, Red…” My words are a low growl in her ear, my thrusts coming without mercy as I push her closer to the edge. The rough bark of the tree scrapes against her bare chest, the slight pain mixing with the pleasure coursing through her body. Her gasps and moans fill the air and the rhythm of our bodies becomes a primitive song that seems to echo through the silent forest.
The ecstasy builds up within her, engulfing her in a storm of pleasure as she clings onto the tree for support. With every thrust, I claim her deeper, harder, until she's crying out my name, the only name she knows, teetering on the brink of oblivion.
"Shadow!" she screams as I press into her one final time. The coil within her snaps and waves of bliss ripple through her body. The forest is alive with our shared ecstasy and in that moment, we are no longer hunter and prey but two bodies caught in a dance as old as time itself.
As her body convulses under mine, I give myself over to the pleasure as well. For a moment, I wish it were really my name she was screaming; Alec, not Shadow as my release rips through me and I bury my face into the crook of her neck, tasting the sweat on her skin as we ride out our climax together.
Eventually, our heavy breathing subsides and I find myself pressed against her back, still panting slightly as I hold her close, my fingers tracing lazy circles on her hip. She's quiet, almost dazed, as her body gradually recovers from the intensity of our shared pleasure. I lean in closer to brush a gentle kiss on her exposed shoulder; the conflicting roles I play with her both confusing and tantalizing me.
A rustle behind us causes me to stiffen. Blade emerges from the shadows, his gaze predatory and his smirk dark. His eyes roam over both of us, unabashedly taking in our disheveled appearances.
"Your turn, Blade," I grunt out reluctantly, my fingers digging slightly into Red's hip. She turns to look at me, her eyes wide dart between us.
Blade steps forward, his gaze burning with anticipation. "Run," he simply states; a wicked grin playing on his lips and his eyes gleaming under the moonlight eerily reflecting off his mask.
Red hesitates for a moment before breaking free from my grip, taking off once last time.
49
As Red’s figure melts into the forest, a wicked grin spreads across my face as I watch her unknowingly turn toward the house and the lake, my heart pounding with adrenaline and excitement. My hand grips the hilt of my blade so tightly it hurts, aching to be used. As I pursue her, my breath comes in ragged gasps behind the mask. And between my legs, my cock throbs painfully with desire, fueling me forward in this dangerous game of cat and mouse.
My very being thrums with a dangerous hunger as I close the distance between us, moving with feral grace through the trees. The sound of her heavy breathing grows louder as I near her position by the lake.
Finally, we stand face to face in the moonlit clearing between the lake and the house, our eyes locking in a deadly game of predator and prey. Panic flickers in Red's gaze, but it is tinged with an undeniable thrill that only spurs on my lust for her.
"Ah, there you are, my little kitten," I taunt, watching as the pale light illuminates her body.
"Blade," she spits back, her voice trembling yet determined, knowing there is no escape from me.
But still she stands her ground as I approach, her eyes darting from my piercing gaze to the blade glinting in my hand. Her fingers instinctively trace over the mark I left on her stomach earlier, and a smirk spreads across my lips. "Hoping for more?"
She tenses, dropping her hand back to her side as she shakes her head. "No."
Her denial wavers, causing me to chuckle darkly. "I don't believe you," I say lowly, closing in on her until we are mere inches apart. I grab hold of her roughly, relishing in the gasp that escapes her lips as I bring her down to the ground with me. My blade presses against her throat before she can even think to resist. "You're so beautiful when you're afraid."
I revel in the way her body trembles beneath me, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist as I tease her with my cock, slick with a mixture of her arousal and the cum of Shadow and Raven. Her eyes lock with mine, and she whimpers. "Please," she pleads, but I only laugh.
Sliding the blade down between her breasts, I sit back on my knees. "You're scared, yet you haven't used your safe word."
She shakes her head, her hands reaching up to intertwine with mine around the blade. "I trust you," she confesses softly before pressing the sharp edge against her own skin.
As she willingly surrenders to me, a powerful rush of desire and control fills me. My cock hardens even more at the sight of her submission, but my mind is filled with conflicting thoughts. I trace the sharp edge of my knife along her skin, leaving precise marks just below her ribs. She winces with each cut, but remains still, transfixed by me. A sense ofsatisfaction washes over me as I run my thumb over the initials I carved into her flesh; DH.
But as I bask in my dominance, she suddenly surprises me by snatching the blade from my hand and flipping me onto my back. A sly smirk appears on her face as she straddles me, locking eyes with me in a way that ignites a primal hunger within me. "Now it's my turn," she declares, and I can't help but feel conflicted by the mix of pleasure and uncertainty coursing through my body.
She impales herself on my cock, her head thrown back, her body writhing with ecstasy. My grip on her thighs tightens as I watch her, mesmerized by the sight of her riding me while locking eyes through my mask. I am lost in her, forgetting everything except the burning desire between us.
