Page 11 of Willing Prey

NINE

Shane

When I get home from work, I give Claire a ten-minute head start.

It’s the longest ten minutes of my life, Tanner’s words replaying in my head.

The smug look on Keith’s face as he talked about Claire.

I don’t want to think about any of it. Once I cross the tree line, I don’t.

Everything clicks into place the way it always does.

Stress evaporates, leaving nothing but the sounds of nature in my head.

It’s why I live this far out, even though the commute is hell.

Although usually I’m in the woods hunting whatever animal is in season, or hiking, not stalking a beautiful woman.

It rained last night. Claire’s footprints are easy to spot. She tricked me before, doubling back on her trail, but she isn’t doing that today. Her prints are deeper, the tread of her sneakers blurred, bits of dirt and grass flung around.

My little deer was running. These aren’t cautious, planning steps. These are tracks left by prey with a singular focus: get as far away as possible, as fast as possible. Claire’s in flight mode. I fucking love it.

Forty-five minutes later, I’ve followed her trail deep into the woods.

The farther I go, the more I suspect she truly went exploring after our last hunt.

She’s heading for the lake. That suits me fine.

The idea of fucking her on the sandy shoreline grows more appealing the closer I get.

If she lures me away from the lake, I might just drag her back to it.

Claire doesn’t lead me away from the lake.

I follow her steps to the water’s edge. Several large rocks jut out of the lake at different points, and I scan them, looking for her.

My cock tightens when I catch a glimpse of green fabric.

She’s tucked behind an outcropping on one of the larger rocks.

I can only see what must be her back, or maybe shoulder, and I know she can’t see me.

She wore her clothing into the water, which would have slowed her.

I don’t make the same mistake, stripping fast and slipping into the water without a splash.

The water’s cool, but it doesn’t keep my cock from thickening as I picture the shock on her face when I sneak up on her.

I swim silently, swinging wide to approach her from the back.

As I round the rock, it takes me a moment to realize what I’m looking at.

It’s her shirt, a green athletic top, but it isn’t on Claire.

It’s on a bush, a small scrubby thing somehow growing from a crack in the rock.

I blink at it, stunned. She tricked me. But why take the time to set up a decoy when she could have put more distance between us?

I spin, water splashing, and scan the shoreline where I entered the lake.

At first, I don’t see anything. Then I spot her at the edge of the woods.

She’s too far away for me to see her face, but her tan skin glows against the trees without her shirt.

Snatching her shirt off the bush, I start swimming for the shore.

The second my feet hit the sand, I rush for the fallen tree where I left my clothes. I get there and freeze, Claire’s shirt still in my fist. Where there should be pants, a shirt, underwear, and boots, there are only boxer briefs and boots, my socks balled up inside where I left them.

She took my clothes. I’m going to be hunting her in boots and black boxer briefs.

Shock fills me, and I don’t try to fight back my bark of laughter.

When I thought of all the ways today’s hunt might go, Claire stealing my clothes never entered my mind.

I like it. I like it so much my cock throbs desperately as I tug on my briefs.

She tricked me. I’m hunting her, but she’s toying with me. After lacing up my boots, I follow her footprints back into the woods, so aroused I don’t even care that I’m half naked.

It takes nearly ten minutes of tracking before I catch sight of her.

She’s fifty yards ahead of me, her ponytail swishing across a small black backpack as she jogs.

We’re headed farther into the forest. I own nearly four hundred acres.

Maybe she’s trying to explore every one. A branch breaks beneath my boot.

Shit.

Sneaking a glance over her shoulder, she lets out a surprised squeak.

She takes off, and I follow. Blood thrums through my veins, my heart beats in my ears, and I can already feel her heat tightening around me.

Branches scrape my chest, the sting urging me faster.

I want her nails on my skin, scratching me the same way.

I want to hear her cries echo off the trees, feel her fighting and thrashing underneath me. Anticipation makes my muscles sing.

I’ll get everything I want. I just have to catch her.

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Claire is fast, but I’m faster. I gain ground slowly, but I do gain. She’s tiring, and when she glances back to gauge my distance, she stumbles. She regains her footing, but that misstep is all I need to close the gap. I tackle her, careful not to crush her.

Even with my caution, we hit the ground hard, my shoulder taking most of the impact.

But there’s no time to worry about that.

I can’t wait one more minute. I don’t have the self-control to drag her back to the lake to fuck on the shore.

I need to feel her cunt convulsing around me. Need her here. Need her now.

“Yield.” The command comes out guttural and hard-edged, more animal than man. “Strip. Everything off.”

Wide-eyed, Claire obeys, slipping off her sneakers as she rolls out of the backpack.

Hooking my fingers beneath the waistband of her leggings, I rip them off in one movement, then go for her sports bra.

Tugging it over her head, I throw the bra with zero regard for where it lands.

I don’t care. Not when Claire’s tits are heaving as she pants before me, her nipples begging to be licked.

I press her back against the ground, and she doesn’t resist. I’m glad we landed on a grassy spot, because I don’t have the patience to move.

Dropping my mouth to her tits, I scatter kisses and nips over her skin, teasing around her nipples but not touching them, not yet.

My hips have settled between her thighs, and I’m humping her shamelessly.

Seeking friction on every part of her body I can reach, my cock weeps arousal.

The damp fabric clings to me, but I’m too absorbed with Claire’s body to think about mine.

Too busy soaking up the throaty little breaths she exhales when I finally tease a nipple with my tongue.

Sucking the peak into my mouth makes her grab at my head, threading her fingers through my hair.

Dragging my teeth across it earns me a buck of her hips, my cock sliding against her slick pussy.

Wait, where are…?

Claire pulled down my briefs sometime while I was worshipping her tits. My cock is free, slipping against her skin. I move my mouth to her other tit, groaning around her breast as she rubs her pussy on me. I roll her nipple between my teeth, and she squeals, her hips jerking into mine.

I can’t hold off any longer. Caging her with my forearms, I thrust forward.

She rocks her hips, and my cock slides home, pulled into her like we’re magnets.

When I sink into her heat, our combined exhalations mix into a sound fitting for the forest. Wild.

Untamed. Claire’s nails dig into my back as I pound into her, snapping my hips with every bit of power I have.

Her pussy grips and grabs me, clinging with every thrust. She’s as drenched as last time, her cunt making obscene noises as I fuck her.

“You can run, but your pussy gives you away,” I grunt the words.

Eyes pinched shut, Claire thrashes her head back and forth, teeth sunk into her bottom lip.

“You can try to act like you don’t, but you love this,” I say. “Are you going to be my good girl like last time? Come so hard you almost strangle my cock?”

She doesn’t answer, but her hand sneaks between our bodies to tease her clit. I yank her fingers from where she needs them most. Catching her other hand, I pin both above her head as she lets out a frustrated hiss.

“No. Not yet.” I thrust deep and hold it, grinding my body against hers, trying to give her enough stimulation to torment her but not make her come. “You struggle so pretty. Fight for it.”

“Fuck,” she wails, rocking her lower body.

Claire’s trying to fuck me from below. She’ll take what she wants if I don’t give it to her. I knew she’d be an amazing fuck, but I never imagined it would be this intense. I should pinch myself, make sure I’m not having the world’s hottest wet dream, but I need both hands for her.

Dragging a thumb over her clit makes her shudder. I start thrusting again, too slow to be satisfying for either of us. She’s soaked, her clit slippery between my finger and thumb when I give it a light pinch. Claire yelps, back arching as she hooks both legs around my hips.

“Shane,” she pleads, “please. God, please.”

It’s the most arousing thing I’ve ever heard.

I drive deep and freeze again, giving her clit another soft pinch.

Her thighs are clamped around me, squeezing hard.

Straining against my hold, she tries to get her hands free.

I pull them from above her head to her stomach, pressing them to her body, but not where she wants them.

Watching her writhe, seeing the agonized need for me on her face, has me harder than I knew I could get.

Angling my hips, I pull out of her completely.

Claire makes a sound that could be a sob.

“Tell me you love it, little deer.” I tap my cockhead on her clit, holding in my groan as she trembles. “Tell me you love being run down and taking my big, thick cock.”