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Chapter 16

Dorian

W aiting for The Hunt to start tonight is probably one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. I have never, and I mean never, have been more excited than I am right now. Raven is one of a kind. She’s strong, smart and gorgeous. She’s a fighter and not one to take bullshit lying down.

I want her to fight it.

I need her to.

I can’t wait to have her writhing beneath my body, painting the snow crimson while she pleads for her life.

Fuck. Now I’m hard again.

I stride out of my room and head for the living room. There is bound to be someone here to fuck that I’m not related to. Maybe one of the servants will be willing to service me before tonight. I spot one I think would do the job when Malachi steps out of nowhere and claps his hand across my back.

“Trust me when I say it’s not worth it, brother. She tends to just starfish it and go limp. It’s not fun when they don’t struggle, and you know it,” he breathes into my ear.

I nod in agreement and turn to face him.

“Then who would you recommend I take out this frustration on?”

He smirks and laughs wholeheartedly, steering me toward the kitchen.

“Well, she goes by the name Raven and has the most perfect tits and ass, if I do say. But you can’t have her yet. She’s in preparation for us later. I think you’d be happier just to wait until then because you’ll need that frustration for the chase.”

I nod again. He’s right, as usual. I do think with my dick at times, and this is one of those times.

“You’re right, little brother. I’ll wait til later. But if I have to wait for a nut, you better pour me a strong one.”

We continue to the main kitchen and banter back and forth for a while. Letting the excitement get to us both and plot out how we are going to do this whole damn thing. Poor Raven will never see us coming, and by the time we are through with her, she’ll be begging for lights out.

We decide to part ways now that we are both buzzing pretty good and head for our beds again. It’s three in the afternoon now, and the hunt will begin at six. We’ll need to sleep off this bourbon if we’re to do this right and remember it.

I have an inkling we won't forget tonight.