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T he wind hits my face,and a wide smile spreads across my face.

I cannot believe that this is actually happening. The fact that I have no idea what Cove has in store for me only serves to further arouse me. He’ll be pushing boundaries, for sure, and I can’t wait to see how far he can push me.

My sex life is almost non-existent. I’ve dated one boy before Cove, and he was my first everything. Our sex wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t great either. It definitely wasn’t kinky. Since our less-than-pleasant breakup, I did a lot of research on different types of kinks.

Some of the things that have caught my eye were bondage, fantasies of control, and of course, primal play. Just by looking at Cove, I could’ve figured that he’s a kinky fella, and I don’t mind it one bit. I’m excited that I’ll be able to put the kinks into reality, at least some of them.

I’m not sure how common it is for people engaging in these plays often to have the same safe word, but we both settled on the word Kortlek. It’s definitely something that otherwise wouldn’t be said during sex, hence it seemed like the perfect word for the both of us.

During my little run further into the forest, I spot Arlo and Blair on one side. I don’t stop long enough to watch them, but their thrill is practically all around, filling the air. With a smile, I continue running, knowing they’ll deal with the prey for the time being.

My feet continue to dark, my hands trembling with excitement. The longer my feet move, the wider the grin on my face becomes. It’s dark, yet somehow, it feels like I know exactly where I’m going. The tips of my ears are sore from the wind, the shade changing to a slight reddish one.

My skin tingles, a laugh escaping me. Cove may be silent on his feet when he’s running, but I feel him near me — all around me. It’s impossible to miss it. He’s getting closer, enjoying the thrill of chasing me.

Looks like he’s found his perfect prey.

My mind is focused solely on the thoughts of what he’ll do to me. Many images and potential scenarios rush through my brain, each one creating a deeper sense of trepidation in my heart. It feels like it’ll burst out, leap straight out of my chest any moment.

My running comes to a halt when I find myself in front of the gate. With a hiss under my breath, I take a left turn and continue moving. I’m not even sure how long I’ve been running, but I know that it feels so fucking good being Cove’s little prey.

I’m about to take another left turn when I feel a hand wrap around my wrist. I’m yanked to the side, unsure of who the fuck just grabbed me. My mouth opens to scream, but a hand covers it, muffling the sounds.

“Found you, bunny.’’ Cove murmurs in my hair.

His hand releases my wrist and sneaks around my waist, pulling my back onto his front, keeping me pressed against him. I’m still trying to catch my breath, panting and breathing heavily. His hand on my mouth slowly moves to him gripping my throat.

“Did you have a good run?”

When I don’t respond, his fingers firmly press into the sides of my neck, making me gasp for air. It doesn’t cut the oxygen completely, but it’s enough to make me gasp for air. My eyes close for a moment, my senses sharpening.

Specifically, it’s his scent that drives me crazy.

Slowly, his hand sneaks up my dark, blood-stained hoodie, his hand sprawled on my stomach. He moves it up and down a little, enjoying the trail of goosebumps the little touches leave in their wake. He inches upward, under my bra and cupping one of my breasts.

A moan slips from me.

“Fucking hell, bunny,’’ he groans. He kneads the soft flesh before rolling my erect nipple between his fingers. The touch is anything but gentle, and I can’t get enough of it. I need more, and his teasing is causing the impatience to grow.

“Cove,’’ my breath hitches a little, voice cracking.

“Yes, bunny? Use your words.’’

He gives my nipple a rough pull, heat pooling right between my legs at the combination of pain and pleasure. Cove presses his crotch into my ass, his hard cock twitching slightly. My throat goes dry at the sensations, and I’m suddenly starting to feel both overwhelmed and underwhelmed.

“I need more,’’ I admit.

Cove chuckles, his lips grazing the side of my neck. His hot breath causes a small gasp of surprise to slip past my mouth. He nibbles on my sensitive flesh, definitely leaving a hickey. His tongue darts out, tasting it.

I’m pretty sure there’s some blood on that spot, too.

And it just makes me wetter. The heat between my legs isn’t giving any indication of stopping anytime soon, and with Cove sucking on my neck and toying with my chest, it makes my knees nearly buckle.

I whine in disappointment when Cove releases me. My disappointment lasts a couple of seconds before he moves to stand in front of me, the mask yet again on top of his head. He’s staring straight into me, a wild, obsessively lustful gaze in his eyes.

“On your knees.’’

Before my mind can process his words, my body obeys. I look up at him, my knees touching the grass beneath me. Aside from a few crickets and our breathing, it’s deadly silent. I shut everything else out, completely focusing on Cove’s movement.

It’s slow. He’s teasing me, yet again, taking his sweet time pulling his zipper down. My gloved hands are fisted, resting on my thighs. My eyes are glued to his face, chest beating rapidly against my ribcage. This is what madness feels like. And if it’s with Cove, mad I shall be.

His zipper comes undone, and he pushes his pants and boxers down in one go. His cock springs free, hitting my cheek. The musky scent causes my mouth to water a little. It’s such a pretty cock. It’s a little curved at the tip and thicker than the man I’d had the displeasure of losing my virginity to.

The tip is glistening in his precum, slowly dripping down the length. And the fact that it’s veiny makes this all so much better. I’m barely containing myself from taking it in my mouth because a single look of warning from him causes me to stop.

“Open your mouth and stick your tongue out.’’

Another command that I obey like a mindless doll.

Cove presses his thumb on my tongue, seemingly inspecting my mouth. A smirk tugs on the corner of his lips, eyes darkening a shade. The Cove I know vanishes. The person — the entity in front of me - is someone I can’t recognize.

He’s hungry. He’s hungry for me, and the shaking of his body just proves how hard he’s trying to hold himself back from fucking me right here and now. I’m aware that won’t happen. It’s too risky. It’s almost four in the morning. Arlo and Blair are bound to finish the game, and once the alarm goes off, we’ll be forced to leave.

For now, I focus on the wild animal in front of me.

Cove removes his thumb from my tongue, and I remain in the same position. He inches closer, gripping his cock at the base. He gives it a good tug a few times before slapping my tongue with the tip. He smears the salty precum all over my lips and tongue, and I moan, closing my eyes.

I swallow the taste, and a wave of pure ecstasy rushes through my veins. The taste is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. It’s like a drug, and both my mind and body yearn for more. The mere thought of what his cum would taste like is enough to send my brain into a state of frenzy.

Cove removes his tie, then ties it around my neck. He tightens it, wrapping the hem around his palm. He pulls a couple of times to test it, then grins widely. I’ve never seen him smile like that. It’s almost scary how possessed he looks.

“You have no idea how good you look like this, little bunny.’’ He lowers his voice, the husky tone causing my body to shudder. “So fucking perfect. On your knees with my cock down your throat, just where you belong.’’

He doesn’t give me a warning and pushes his hips forward. His hands come to thread in my braided hair, his fingers digging in it. He pushes my head all the way toward his crotch, and I gag at the sudden intrusion.

Soon enough, I relax my throat and start sucking. His hold on my hair intensifies, almost as if it’s the only thing keeping him grounded at the moment. My eyes water at the intensity, my tongue pressing at the base of his cock.

Cove groans loudly, his head falling back. He’s struggling to remain calm, and as I look up at him, my cheeks are stained with tears, blood, and mascara. He glances back down at me, and something snaps inside of him. He’s no longer holding himself back.

He starts to violently thrust in my mouth, using it as if it were my pussy. My eyes close momentarily, but I’m met with a stinging sensation on my cheek. Instantly, my eyes shoot open, and I see him suppressing a smirk.

“Eyes on me while my cock is in your mouth.’’

I moan, and he uses the opportunity to thrust in deeper, hitting the back of my throat. A gag from me provokes an animalistic-sounding growl to rumble from the depths of his chest, his forehead dripping with a little sweat, rolling down his cheeks.

My mouth moves in sync with him, the pace at which he’s fucking my mouth causing my mind to go black. All I can focus on is the feel of him deep inside my throat, his hands that continue to hold my hair tightly at the scalp, and the restricting tie around my neck.

“Fucking hell, bunny,’’ he groans. “You’re such a perfect little slut, aren’t you?”

I swallow around him and feel his cock twitch. He grunts in response, his balls slapping my chin as he continues to brutally move. The hand that has the tie wrapped around it moves from my hair, and he tugs on it harshly.

My eyes water, my gagging filling the otherwise silent forest. His breathing becomes heavier, his eyes wide, pupils dilated as he stares at me. A wide smile is on his lips, his white shirt coated in blood.

This is so fucked up.

I’m letting him use my mouth like I’m a whore, in the middle of a forest while being completely drenched in blood. And that’s what gets him off. Whenever his eyes focus on a specific part of my face that has blood stains, his cock twitches in my mouth.

“I’m going to fill your pretty mouth with my cum, and you’re going to be a good slut and swallow it all, yeah?”

I manage a weak nod. That’s all he needs. He picks up the pace, tugging on the tie occasionally to restrict my airflow. He’s panting as his release nears, and I’m just as eager. My throat is sore, but I need this. I want to feel his hot cum on my tongue, to taste and swallow all of him, everything he has to offer.

A whimper slips from me, and that’s all he needs. One of his hands pushes my head onto him, my nose hitting his crotch and the other one pulling the tie around my neck. I struggle to breathe, my vision blurry as I feel the warm liquid in my mouth.

He paints my mouth, half of it going directly down my throat. A loud groan comes from Cove, holding me in place as he finishes.

I swallow every single fucking drop.

He pulls out and removes the tie. I slump down, breathing heavily, trying to catch my breath. He’s in no better state, either. He’s disheveled, the shirt snapping in a few places, making his skin visible to me.

He tucks himself back in and gets down on his knees in front of me.

“Are you alright?”

I manage a weak nod. “Yeah.’’

He opens his mouth to speak but then slams it shut. His eyes look behind me, brows narrowing. I turn my head around, following his line of sight.

A man is there. His back is turned to us, but given the attire and the matching mask, albeit the design drawn in a different color, he’s a hunter too. He stands above a dead body, shaking it with his foot. His hair is longer, reaching just below his shoulders. The sleeves of his shirt are rolled up to his elbows, the ink on his flesh coming to light.

It dawns on me. Mom mentioned someone else would be joining Kortlek's game, and I didn’t press further. At the time, I was so pissed because they picked someone over me that it didn’t occur to me to ask who the man was.

“Who’s that?”

I turn back to look at Cove, his eyes lingering on the man. His jaw is clenched a little, and I can sense hostility on his part. That’s not a difficult thing to have, given that he truly doesn’t trust many people and sees everyone as an enemy.

“That’s Micah Caine, the serial killer known as The Terror of the Night.’’