Page 7 of Hunted By Them

“Speak for yourself, I want her to struggle. I want to stare into her terrified eyes as I fuck the fear out of her,” Dash growled.

“We did things your way last time. Now it’s my turn.” I rolled my eyes at him.

He grumbled like a child having a tantrum, but crossed his arms, signaling his submission.

Jaxon crouched in the trees right across from the front door. Familiarity made it easy to pick him and his large caribou antlers out in the darkness. Lightning veined the sky, and his eyes glowed inside the white of his mask.

Dash and I moved closer to the front so that I could see the window, but she would struggle to see us.

The storm rippled and threw one of those blue-white flashes that stole the world and returned it in a blink. In that flash, I saw her at the window. Her hair wild, mouth parted, palm splayed on the glass as she stared at Jaxon’s location.

A burning moved through me that I hadn’t experienced before. Sweet Daisy was stunning. I licked my bottom lip, wanting to taste her. Wanting to be inside her and claim her.

“Come on,” I called to Dash, then jogged to the treeline and around to Jaxon.

I stepped out far enough to let the lightning bathe me in its light and give her a clean look. I knew what she’d see. The antlers curling up like a crown, the deer skull covering my face, dark tattoos of nature and death covered my chest and shoulders. I let her see exactly what she was up against…what she wanted. Then I leaned back into the tree and breathed with the storm until my heartbeat matched its timing.

She darted below the window, and I smirked. She wouldn’t be able to resist looking out again. Sure enough, not even a minute later, her eyes peeked over the edge. I didn’t need to be in the room with her to know what she was thinking. There was fear with an undercurrent of lust staring back at me.

“Keep your eyes on me, Sweet Daisy,” I told the wind, and loved that she looked around like I was in the room with her. Like the walls had spoken for me. “You feel it. The wild inside you has finally found a mouth,” I growled a little louder.

The thunder crashed, chased by a lightning strike.

Dash slid closer on my right, impatient and needy in his desire. “She’s primed, I can see it.”

“Not yet,” I corrected. “But she will be.”

Another flash. The glass fogged under her breath. She didn’t run from the window this time. She didn’t drop to the floor to hide. She stayed still, her eyes locked on me.

Good girl.

I could have smashed through the door, ripped the latch, grabbed her wrists, and pulled her into the rain. But that was what amateurs did when they mistook speed for power. That wasn’t the game. The point was to be chosen.

“Open for me,” I murmured. “Be a good girl and open the door.”

She looked toward the door but didn’t move. Jaxon broke a slim branch deliberately, and the crack echoed. She jerked back, and her eyes went wide.

“Open. Open. Open for me,” I chanted into the wind.

The storm’s energy coursed through me. I’d been hard since the trailhead where we’d first picked up her tracks. My hand traveled down to unzip my pants. Not a show for the world. A show for one window. For one pair of eyes that couldn’t look away.

My cock sprang free, and I sucked in a ragged breath as the cold rain pounded down on my aching shaft. Our Sweet Daisy stood like she was drawn to her feet by the sight of me.

Dash joined me on my right. Jaxon was to my left. Each of us jerked off, our hands working in time to the sound of the drops hitting the trees. A steady pace, a merciless rhythm that had me groaning into the night.

I tipped my head just enough for the antlers to rake the low branches, then let out a sound that was somewhere between a growl and a promise. She used her sleeve to clear away the condensation obstructing her view.

“You like what you see, Sweet Daisy? You want our cocks, don’t you?”

Dash made a hungry sound. “You’re killing her.”

“That’s the point.” I slowed my rhythm. I wanted her to feel time like it was a living thing.

“Fuck, I want to come so bad in that tight pussy,” Dash groaned, his hand moving faster.

“Don’t come yet, make her work for it,” I ordered.

“Fuck…ugh,” he growled, forcing his hand away, but leaving his cock out for her to see.