Page 21 of Run, Little Doe
The forest holds its breath again.
There’s no going back now.
Not for her.
Not for me.
I lean back, breathless from the kiss, and look at her. Her eyes half closed, lips swollen, chest heaving. She’s perfect, and I can’t wait any longer.
It’s time the Wolf claims his Little Doe, again, and again, and again.
Sirena
The world is silent except for the sound of us. The ragged pull of my breath. The slow, steady rhythm of his behind the mask.
Somewhere, the last embers of the bonfire are dying, but here in the forest, the heat hasn’t faded. It clings to my skin like smoke, like sin. The night air bites at the sweat along my throat, and still, it feels too hot, too close.
For a long moment, neither of us moves. The forest waits. My body does not. The tension between us could be cut with a knife; every movement feels as if it has been charged with electricity. Every touch of his hands against my skin feels like fire. His kiss is bruising, claiming, all encompassing, and I cannot get enough. His lips are soft, yet his beard is rough against my skin, and I relish the feeling. He moves from my lips, across my cheek, and starts to kiss his way down my neck. A nibble here, a lick there, sending waves of ecstasy through my body. When I finally draw breath, it shakes. He hears it. I know he does because I feel his exhale against my neck, rough and low — a sound that curls around my spine like a warning.
My body remembers the chase even as it stills. Every muscle thrums with leftover adrenaline, with something darker beneath it — a hunger that’s been living inside me for longer than I want to admit.
I want to ask himwhy? Why me? Why this? But my mouth won’t form words. It only parts in a soft, soundless plea.
He presses his body closer, slow enough to give me the chance to escape, to run again — but I don’t. I couldn’t, even if I tried. The rough fabric of his clothes brushes against my thighs and my chest. The mask grazes the side of my temple, cold against my flushed skin. I feel caged, caught, and yet I’ve never felt safer.
His hands move from my hips, one moves to trace the exposed skin at the bottom of my tank top, while the other dips lower tracing the inside of my thighs. My body scorching under his touch, betraying my mind and proving this is everything I’ve wanted and so much more.
Every nerve in me sparks. My pulse flutters where the ribbon ties at the base of my skull. I think he’s staring at it — at the place where it presses into my neck, pulse skittering marking the rhythm of my surrender.
“Little Doe.” My name isn’t in his voice, but I hear it all the same, and something inside me gives.
I spread my legs just a little bit wider, and he notices. Of course he does. He chuckles against my throat as he begins to kiss down my neck to my cleavage. He lifts his head from my neck, eyes tracing every curve of my body, stopping on every tattoo that traces my skin, while his left hand lifts my tank top up to my neck, exposing my black lace bra. He hums to himself, “Wrapped in darkness, the most beautiful of sins,” as his head dips to kiss the top of my breast. He pulls down the cup of my bra exposing my bare breasts to him then swiftly taking my nipple into his mouth while his other hand slips beneath my panties brushing against my most sensitive nerves.
His left hand finds my waist again — not gentle, but careful, as though he’s afraid I might vanish if he touches too hard. I don’t. I lean into him, unthinking, every inch of me burning for more. I’m breathless, needy, and lost in the moment. The forest breathes with us. Leaves tremble. Somewhere far off, a nightbird calls, and I can’t tell if it’s mourning or warning. When he pulls back again, just enough to look at me, I almost whimper. The space between us feels like a wound.
He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t have to. The way he looks at me — through the hollow eyes of the wolf — says everything.You ran. I followed. Now you’re mine.
The worst part is, I want it. I want all of it — the darkness, the danger, the hunger that lives in the space between us. I need it like I need air. I haven’t felt this alive in months.
His finger grazes my entrance, slick with need, and without warning, he slips a finger inside. I gasp at the sensation. He removes his hand and brings it to his mouth, tasting my arousal on his finger, “Delicious,” he says in that rough tone that strikes me to my core. He reaches around my back and unhooks my bra with one hand, and without a second thought, ties my hands behind my back with it. It’s terrifying and exhilarating at the same time.
“Don’t move.” He tells me in a stern voice, and I’m afraid of what will happen if I don’t oblige. When his hand comes up my body to the side of my neck, his thumb tracing the edge of the ribbon behind my ear, I tilt my head without meaning to — bearing the softest part of me. An invitation and a dare, granting him the permission I know he needs.
The mask hides his expression, but I feel his restraint tremble. For a moment, I think he’ll undo the knot, strip away the mask,make me see him — but he doesn’t. He lets it stay. Maybe that’s what makes it worse. Or better. I can’t decide.
The night presses closer around us. The world smells like pine, pumpkin, smoke, and something wild, something dangerous. His breath ghosts across my ear. “This was never about the running,” he murmurs. “It’s about the moment you stopped. The moment you gave in to your darkness.”
My heart stutters. I want to tell him I didn’t stop — he made me, but that’s a lie, and we both know it.
Without a second moment, his head dips, and he again takes one of my nipples into his mouth, licking, nibbling, and torturing me with his intentional movements.
His body dips, while his hands find my ass underneath my skirt, pulling my body towards his, feeling his erection pressing into my stomach. He lifts me, and instinctively I wrap my legs around him, desperate for more contact as I press my lips to kiss, my tongue darting out brushing his lips as he opens his mouth and welcomes the deeper kiss.
With one hand holding me up by my ass, his other hand reaches between us, brushing my most sensitive nerves. My insides clench at the sensation, the anticipation is killing me. He moans against my lips, and I can feel his dick twitch beneath me.
Without warning, he growls and rips my panties off in one quick movement. I can hear the zipper of his pants over our panting breaths, and in an instant, I am filled with his cock. It’s stretching me deliciously wide. In his arms, even the pain felt holy. Like an otherworldly experience. Every nerve ending in my body scorched with need. Need to feel his rough, calloused hands on my sensitive skin, the scrape of his beard against mythighs. The need to feel his massive cock pounding my pussy relentlessly.
His hips buck furiously with heat and need. This is nothing like I imagined it would be, it’s rough and claiming and so fucking hot. This man, this wolf, giving over to his animal instincts and pounding me into this tree. The bark scrapes my back, and I’m delirious from pain, pleasure, I’m not sure which.