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I headed north, deeper into the forest and farther from the lake before cutting to the east. My intention was to circle back around, to search the car if I couldn’t pick up his scent.
A branch cracked not too far away, it’s sound deafening in my ears. My spine went rod straight, sending Maya on full alert. The feeling in my stomach was growing worse, turning sour and more wrong by the minute.
Another crack, another snap. This one to the left of me, and then another to the right.
The shadows twitched and writhed in the distance, and for once, I was half tempted to call on them.
‘We’re being circled.’ Maya snarled, sending a burst of strength into my legs as I kicked off into a sprint.
We should have shifted, but only a few long seconds had passed before the feeling subsided, and the sound of padding feet grew quiet and distant. I came to a stop beside a great oak tree, using its thick trunk as coverage. Silence enveloped the forest for so long, that I jumped when a triumphant whoop filled the air.
Before my hand could fall against my racing heart, something huge charged from the brush, barreling into me faster than I could process. There was no pain, only adrenaline and shock as I recoiled seconds too late.
My feet twisted and tripped over the earth as this mass of flesh toppled me over, tearing the air from my lungs when I fell on my back. I snarled and thrashed, sweat and dirt clinging to my skin, filling my nostrils as they hovered over me- their weight bearing down on my chest.
All too easily they wrenched my hands from my chest, pinning my wrists down with brutal force. I wondered if my heart would stop from how hard it hammered, from how fast the adrenaline coursed through my veins, heightening every sensation that rippled across my skin.
“Hasn’t anyone told you, little girl…” Nolan’s voice was dark with anger, his eyes black holes that devoured my trembling, panting face. His breath fanned across my face, “…never go in the forest when a game of Manhunt is being played. Not unless you’re willing to play yourself.”
A fire burned low in my gut, searing my insides as it traveled lower-to where Nolan straddled me. It grew, pooling between my legs every time I thrashed or made him snarl.
“How-how do I play?” I panted, sucking in a breath when his eyes zeroed in on my mouth, narrowing when my tongue darted out to wet my dry lips.
I could see the outline of his hand and stiffened when it traveled lower. I thrashed when I felt the ghost of his fingertips gliding across my hip, where the strings of the b****i met in a neat bow. I clenched my legs together, knowing it was only a matter of time before he could smell me-before he could find out how depraved I actually was.
“You play by running…by praying you don’t get caught.” His voice was soft, but there was nothing gentle in his words. They were unforgiving, revealing a fate I couldn’t escape.
I stiffened beneath him when the pieces clicked together in my mind, bringing back a memory I thought
I had long forgot.
In the past, Scott and I had been to countless parties. Being seen with him enhanced my image, made me more important than everyone else. Or that’s what I had thought at the time. There had been one party in particular, one where Scott vanished halfway through, A game of chase had been happening when the moon had risen, between nearly a dozen male and females. I had never once thought Scott would be among them, that he would cheat on me of all she-wolves. Even when he appeared just an hour after the final howls of the night sounded, I final howls of the night sounded, I never once entertained the thought.
Chase, as my pack called it, was a game between unmated males and females- one that almost always end in having carnal s*x, deep within the forest. I had never played it before myself, and not once did I think a different pack might call it something else.
Seconds had passed and yet I still asked, ” And what happens…if you get caught?”
Fingers brushed my t***h, raising goosebumps even though the chill of night held no affect on me. The dainty bow that held my b****i unraveled, rendering the scrap of fabric useless.
I felt him breathe deeply, his voice turning guttural. “I can smell you, Daisy. You know exactly what happens.”
His hand ghosted towards the other bow. Perhaps it was his determination, or my waning will to fight, but it had been all too easy to situate himself between my legs.
It had all but vanished the moment his hand slipped between my legs, seeking out the heat between them. Stubborn as ever, I bit back my groan when he dragged a finger through my folds, circling my c**t once before pulling back.
“There’s more out there, watching- wanting a taste of you.” He murmured in my ear, peeling away my useless b****i bottoms and tossing them to the side.
He did another long drag with his fingers, bringing that slippery moisture to my c**t. I ground my teeth together, refusing to give him anythingeven the barest of sounds. He let out a snarl as he grew impatient, making my eyes roll when he pressed the pad of his thumb against it.
“Will you fight me, Daisy? Even though I’ve caught you fair and square?”‘ There was that anger again, delicious as it seared my skin and made his movements blissfully rough. His fingers dug into my wrists, pinning them harder against the earth. His teeth nipped at my neck, the euphoric sting of them pricking my skin made my back arch, giving me glimpse at how much Nolan was enjoying himself. ” Even after I stalked you-hunted you, you’d fight me?”
When my face turned red and I refused to answer, he smirked against my neck. “You’re angry with me, for ignoring you, my sweet little mate. Allow me to make it up to you.”
Ever so slowly, he removed his hand from my wrist. The moment I began to move, his hand came slamming back down. His voice was harsh, barely concealing a threat, “Keep your hands where they belong.”
I had promised myself I’d keep up my silent protest, fighting even when my body ached and craved his rough touch. There was nothing gentle about the way Nolan worshiped my body, dragging his teeth and lips across every inch of my skin, leaving tiny welts in their place.
When his arms wrapped around my thighs, pinning my p***y against his mouth, the sound that left my mouth was unmistakable. He had torn the scream from my throat with his tongue running it through my folds and against my c**t with eyes that burned with ferocity.
Just when I thought Nolan would put me out of my misery, he stiffened above me. Even his breath halted, grazing just below my collar bone. He cocked his head to the side, his voice deadly calm.
“Why is my brother’s scent on you?”
I froze beneath him, my mind taking a few seconds to process his question. I sniffed the sweatshirt I wore, catching remnants of wet sand, fresh water, and sunblock. Nolan’s scent had mixed with my own when we completed our bond, but hidden beneath it all, I could distinctly smell Brandon’s mint and cheap beer scent. I hadn’t even realized, and neither had he until now.
“Don’t, Nolan.”‘ I warned him, sitting up when he leaned back on his knees. Shirtless and bathed in moonlight, he looked like a vengeful G*d, eyes swirling with flecks of gold. “He’s using me to get a reaction out of you. Believe me, I didn’t let him get away with it.”
“Show me.” He snarled; his anger directed towards younger brother.
I had always had this adverse reaction to Nolan’s anger. While everyone else blanched and cowered, I found myself excited. My body reacted as it always had in his presence, even though my legs still trembled from what happened moments ago. My mind, however, was focused on not igniting a war between two hardheaded brothers.
With a sigh, I let him into my thoughts, replaying the brief encounter with Brandon. I could hear Nolan’s snarl in my head, feel his rage at his brother’s words. Even the begrudging satisfaction he felt when my knee sent his brother to the ground, was fleeting. As a tremor ran down his shoulders and spine, I wondered how close my mate was to murdering his brother. This feud between the two of them clearly ran a lot deeper than I had thought.
“K*****g your brother wouldn’t win people to our side, it would send them running in the opposite direction.” I tried to convince him in the only way I could, by keeping my stubborn as h**l attitude in check. “We have more important s**t to worry about. If he can’t keep his hands to himself, I’ll make him. Who knows, maybe I’ll let Maya bite off one of his hands. It’s better than you hunting him down while he’s drinking himself into a stupor.”
“He already knows he’s going to pay for touching you, but he knows I’ll wait until he’s sober.” Nolan grunted. Frustrated, he ran a hand through his hair, making the once neat strands messy. “I knew he’d use you to p**s me off. I expected him to insult you or disrespect your position in the pack. It would have been easily delt with. In other packs, it is a d***h sentence to touch an Alpha’s mate.”
I frowned, surprised that this was something he had contemplated. Sean had pissed me off more times than I could count, pushing until we were both red-faced and shouting at one another from down the hall. Dad even had to intervene a time or two. He had doubted my capability when I first returned home, but not once had I thought of hurting my brother.
“What happened between you two?” I wanted to know what would cause such a divide between them, what would pit brother against brother until there wasn’t a shred of familiarity left.
“I’m not sure I even know anymore. His version of events might be different than mine.”
Before I could learn anything further, or at the very least, quell Nolan’s anger, his Beta’s voice played within our heads.
‘Alpha, Luna-we have a Cordelia Warren here at the main gate. Her credentials check out, as does her luggage. We clear to send her on through?’
Nolan and I locked eyes. The rune and protection witch was here, which meant we could finally comb through the house he had built for us. I wondered what damage the witch had done. Who knew how much time she had to roam the house, to tamper with anything inside?
‘Escort her to the estate. I have to check in with Mason and the rest of tonight’s patrol. Let her know we’ll catch up shortly.’
“I can head there now.” I assured him, all too eager to put my relentless worries to rest. I hinted the reluctance in his eye and reassured him, “Breyona and Giovanni will come with me.”
“Have them meet you at the forest line. From the sounds of it, tonight’s game of Manhunt is coming to an end.”
I sent Breyona a quick mind-link, making a small sound of satisfaction as she answered instantly. Her and Giovanni were nearby, already on the move to our meet-up point.
“I wasn’t aware there was a patrol roaming the lake tonight, or that Mason had joined them. I guess that’s why he wasn’t at the party.”
I accepted Nolan’s hand and stood, watching with held breath as he retrieved my bathing suit bottoms and retied the dainty strings.
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