Page 13 of My Masked Stalker (Beautiful Stalkers #1)

KILLIAN

L eaves crunch under my heavy footfalls.

I’m not trying to be quiet—I’m driving my prey exactly where I want her.

I staked out this path through the woods, set a little surprise for her where she can’t bypass it, and even rented a nearby cabin.

I have a sturdy SUV waiting for us there, ready to take us to my city apartment.

But first, my Red needs to accept that I’m it for her.

I grab my phone, the light of the screen blinding me for a moment, even though it’s on the lowest setting. Two taps and I pull up the clone of Emily’s cell, opening her text messages. I tap out a message to Barb Wire:

Barbs. I couldn’t find you at the exit, but I felt super nauseous all of a sudden and called a taxi. I didn’t want to ruin your night. Love you, Cinnamon Roll.

That’s the girls’ safe word, a smart measure between girlfriends. No match for a hunter like me, though, with Ethan in my arsenal.

I watch as the text is marked read, then the three dots indicating Barbara’s typing out a reply. It doesn’t take long.

:( Kay. Love you too, bitch, call you tomorrow xoxo

Perfect. I know my girl wouldn’t want to worry her friend, and she’s a bit too busy running to make calls right now. The only thing she should be thinking about is what a mess I’ll make of her once I catch her.

My dick throbs at the thought of finally taking what’s mine, sinking into that sweet pussy, ravaging my sweet Emily.

I groan and adjust myself, then check the GPS of Emily’s phone to make sure she’s still heading in the right direction.

My sensible kindergarten teacher wouldn’t leave the path, though.

Like Red, she’s heading straight where the wolf wants her.

I take out a pack of wipes and start scrubbing at my face and neck, removing some of the black paint. I’ll need a bath to get the rest off, but I’m tired of hiding myself from Emily. After tonight, there won’t be an inch of me that isn't imprinted on her.

I push away a low-hanging branch and duck under another one.

A torn piece of red fabric tells me Emily didn’t pass through as gracefully, and I bring it to my nose, inhaling the lingering smell of her perfume.

My cock twitches like a finger on the trigger, ready to take its shot.

She better not be scratched and bruised when I catch her—only I’m allowed to put a mark on her delectable body.

She’s almost where I laid my little hunter’s trap. Just a simple snare meant to catch my innocent bunny. I can’t wait to hear her scream echo through the woods.

This is what kept me going while I was recovering from my gunshot, the thought of how my kindergarten teacher’s pussy will choke my cock as I thrust into her over and over until we’re both panting, sweaty messes.

Damien’s upset at me, naturally. I should be in bed, recovering, keeping my leg still, not traipsing through corn mazes and woods that look like they’re haunted. I’m too full of adrenaline from the chase to feel any pain right now, though I’m sure he’ll tear me a new one if I open my stitches.

I start catching the crunch of her boots ahead, the wind carrying her ragged breathing back to me, and force myself to slow my pace down. The longer it takes for me to catch her, the stronger her anticipation and fear will be, and the more powerful her release once she surrenders her fate to me.

The woods grow quieter the deeper we penetrate, wildlife hiding from our invasion. When a scream shatters the silence, along with the snap and creak of the rope, my lips curl into what’s probably a very self-satisfied smirk.

Gotcha .

I hear her body thrashing in the snare, her audible gasps as she struggles to free herself.

Or maybe her brain needs time to catch up to her upside-down situation.

I chuckle, and the sounds stop. Just a few more steps and I see her, suspended near a narrow wooden bridge, the only dry path across the forest stream.

Her cloak flutters toward the forest floor like a dropped banner, the hood sliding off her head as she dangles, hair falling in wild, tangled strands toward the dirt.

My girl’s upside down, swaying in my snare, pale thighs flashing above the edge of her stockings.

The sight alone makes my cock throb against my zipper.

She gasps again, twisting, her hands pawing at the rope binding her ankle, but she only makes the knot cinch tighter. The sound of her little whimper cuts through the night air, and I step out of the shadows at last, boots crunching deliberately.

“Shhh, sweetheart,” I rasp, watching her freeze. Her wide eyes spot me between the trees, glinting like silver in the dark. “You’re only making it worse. You’re mine now.”

She’s dangling like the sweetest piece of fruit I ever snared, and fuck if I’m not the hungriest wolf alive.

I close the last of the distance between us and run my hands over her torso, up to the stiff netting of her skirt.

With one smooth motion, I pull the pleats over her hips, exposing her soft pussy.

Her scent hits me full force—vanilla, strawberries, and raw arousal.

My cock jerks again, straining to be freed, dampening the inside of my pants.

I grab her bare ass and bring my mouth to the feast dangling inches from my face.

“Perfect,” I growl against her folds, my breath misting hot over her. “I could eat you forever.”

Her gasp comes out ragged as her lungs struggle with her upside-down position. I drag my tongue from her clit to her entrance, slow and filthy, and her whole body jolts in the air. She cries out, a sound halfway between a sob and a moan, and the rope creaks with her struggle.

I unzip, dragging my cock out into the cold night, and press the thick head against her parted lips. “Open,” I order, voice harsh and low. “You’ll take me while I take you.”

Her mouth obeys on instinct, the heat of her tongue meeting my tip as I push inside. She muffles a startled moan around me, and the vibration shoots through my dick. I groan against her clit, devouring her as I thrust deeper into her mouth.

We move in a savage rhythm—my tongue lashing her clit while her muffled whimpers buzz against my shaft, saliva leaking from the corners of her lips, my chin soaked in her sweetness.

She’s dangling, helpless, caught, but her body writhes against the rope like she’s offering herself up to the predator that owns her.

I pull back just long enough to growl into her soaked pussy, “My Red, dangling right where I want her. Caught, claimed, and devoured.” Then I sink my tongue back into her, eating her like the wild fucking animal I am.

When I feel her start to twitch and flutter against my mouth, I stop, pulling my dick out of her hot mouth with a groan.

“As much as I’d love to flood your mouth like this, baby, the first time I’m gonna come inside you will be in your tight pussy.”

I reach for my Ghoststrike at my belt, flashing the knife in front of her face and making her choke on her fear.

Delicious .

With a swift motion, I cut the rope at the same time as my arm wraps around her waist. The rope snaps with a violent twang, and she plunges toward the ground before my arm clamps around her body, slamming her against my chest. I bring her down to the ground, on her hands and knees, her ass nestled into my crotch.

She’s trembling against me, not knowing if I’m her executioner or her savior. The truth? I’m both.

Unclasping her cloak at the neck, I let it fall to the ground, exposing her to me. She’s now covered only by the skimpy corset and micro skirt costume I picked out, and I rub her side in a soothing circle.

“That’s my girl,” I whisper into her ear, watching with satisfaction as she shivers in response.

In a moment of either masochism or insecurity, I place my knife on the ground in front of us, well within reach of her right hand. If she wants to stab me now, I’ll fucking welcome it.

“K—Killian?” she stutters, the vulnerability in her voice priceless.

“My heart is yours, sweetheart,” I rasp. “Take it or plunge my own knife into it. It’s up to you.”

I grind my crotch against her exposed ass, my cock, still wet from her mouth, nestling in the crevice.

“But know that if you don’t pick up that knife,” I continue harshly, “I’m going to finally take this snug pussy, fill it with my cum, mark you as mine and only mine. And I’m never letting you go.”

When her trembling fingers wrap around the hilt, my breath stops, the heart she now fully owns sinking into my stomach.