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CATCH ME IF YOU CAN

AMBER

I know we’re being watched, I can feel it.

The notion heats my blood, and wets my panties.

Well, it would, if I was wearing any. I’m soaking my leggings because of the whole heady situation.

I don’t actually have to take a leak, I’m hoping whoever is trailing us will follow me.

The weak little girl who was dumb enough to separate herself from the group.

I just want to let them know it's impolite to stare.

My steps are light as I move through the woods.

I’ve gone off the path in order to hear whoever it is sneaking up behind me.

I’m praying to Lucifer that if that brainwave I share with Summer is real, then she was picking up what I was putting down.

Meaning, I’m going to investigate the noises, and if anyone shows up, shoot first and ask questions later.

As the distance between the group and I grows, I start to second guess myself.

Pausing, I hold my breath, letting my eyes fall shut.

Listening to the forest around me, searching for the single sound that will let me know I was right.

The gentle breeze flows through the trees, whispering against my skin.

A storm is coming; I feel the moisture in the air, the atmosphere is heavy, and I can smell the impending rain.

Pushing past that, I strain my senses to work in the way I was forced to learn.

Then I hear it, a faint snap to my left. It’s closer than I anticipated it would be. I turn my head to the left, waiting for the distinct sound of increasing footfalls. Once…twice…then they stop. “Catch me if you can, fuckface,” I snarl over my shoulder.

Taking off in a full sprint, I silently thank Fallon for insisting I wear pants and a long sleeve in case the weather decided to turn.

Her annoying nagging pays off as the branches lash against me but don’t draw blood.

A body crashes into the back of mine, and I’m hauled up against the rough trunk of a tree.

“You’re a twisted little fuck, aren’t you?

” they growl into my ear. I react quicker than they expect, connecting my elbow with their ribs, and then their face.

They crumple to the ground behind me as I retrieve the weapon from my pocket.

I flick open the butterfly knife, turning to see Lukas kneeling before me.

“Fancy meeting you here,” I say. His handsome face is smeared with black and green paint, and he’s dressed from top to bottom in camouflage hunting gear.

I knew we were being stalked, and it annoyed me to no end that I couldn’t find them in the wilderness.

My father would be so disappointed in me in this moment.

All his incessant training going to waste because, little did he know, his daughter wanted to be fucked into the dirt by the enemy.

“I was out for a stroll and thought I heard screaming,” he says while trying to keep a straight face.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” I roll my eyes. He starts to get up from the ground, but I think I like him much better on his knees. I step to him, holding my blade to his throat. All his movements freeze, and he raises his hands in surrender.

“I’m a twisted little fuck, eh? Now, why’s that?” His emerald eyes lift to mine, and I watch his throat move as he swallows.

“You know why.” Lukas runs his tongue over his bottom lip, and I track the movement like a hawk. Shit, I want his mouth on me.

“Tell me anyway.” My voice is breathy and lust soaked, I barely recognize it. I never sound like a slutty mess because of a guy. I’m the dominant one, the in control one, but there’s something about Lukas I want to surrender to.

“You broke off from the group hoping to poke someone with that little toothpick you call a knife.” I dig the blade a little deeper into his flesh. A drop pools beneath the point, and the sound that slips from his lips can’t be mistaken for anything but pleasure.

“Maybe…but you followed me.” I twist the steel in his neck, and a thin stream of blood starts to trickle down into his shirt collar.

“Please,” he whines.

“Please what, Lukas,” I taunt. Something passes over his face, then he launches himself at me, hand clamping down over my mouth and nose before I can make a sound.

He presses me up against the trunk of the tree, grinding his erection into the apex of my thighs.

I fucking whimper at the sensation like a needy whore, eyes rolling back as he controls my oxygen.

“Please, let me eat that perfect little cunt,” he whispers into my ear.

Fuckin’ hell. I nod. He removes his palm from my face as he crashes his lips against mine.

I thread my fingers into his dark hair, yanking his head back.

I lick my way up his neck, collecting his blood on my tongue.

I lock my eyes with his, leaving my tongue extended and waiting to see if he has what it takes to satisfy me.

He watches his blood drip from my tongue, and soak into the black shirt I’m wearing.

Finally, he takes the hint, moving to lick his blood off my tongue before suffocating me with another violent kiss.

“Is that what you want, Amber? Me on my knees, worshiping you like the queen you are?” His voice rumbles through me as he nips along my jaw, and down my neck.

“Yes,” I pant. His fingers slip into my leggings, beginning to peel them down over my ass. He groans out a sound of appreciation at my admission, gripping my hips and spinning me. My cheek scrapes against the bark of the tree, and my knife drops to the leafy forest floor from the sudden movement.

“But first…” Lukas’s strong fingers find my clit, rubbing slow, tight circles around it. Restricted by my pants around my thighs, he can only get so much access. It’s nowhere near enough to make me cum, just torture me. “Tell me what you wanted to do with that knife, little psycho.”

This is the hottest dirty talk I’ve ever experienced.

Falling into the maddening motion of his hand, and the feeling of his warm body against mine, I fail to respond.

Lukas fists my hair, yanking my head back, and arching my spine.

His fingers abandon my thumping clit, and I cry out in frustration.

He lands three sharp slaps to my right ass cheek, making me moan involuntarily.

He presses his erection into my hip, letting me feel his desire, and I writhe against him. Fuck me, please.

“Answer me,” he growls, returning his fingers to my tender nub. His grip on my hair tightens, and it just pushes me closer to the edge.

“I wanted to play,” I gasp out. His fingers slide back and forth through my slit, and the change of sensation spurs me on.

“I wanted to slice them up, watch them bleed, and maybe even cut something off.” He groans, sinking two fingers into me the best he can at this angle.

It’s euphoric and agonizing, enough to drive me crazy.

I push against him, trying to buck him off so I can take control and fuck his brains out, but he doesn’t give me an inch.

“More,” he demands.

“I wanted to see how much they could take before they die.”

“Yeah? What else?”

“I wanted someone cowering beneath me, begging for me not to kill them.” He releases me, turning me back to face him, then drops to his knees.

Lukas looks up at me from beneath thick black lashes, pulling my pants down slowly. Unlacing one boot, then removing it, he slides my leg free of my pants. He lifts my thigh, placing it over his shoulder, “I won’t beg you for my life, Amber, because I’ll happily let you drown me with your cum.”

He breathes me in, then devours me, tongue swirling around my sweet spot as he spears me on his fingers.

Sucking and thrusting me towards an orgasm that threatens my ability to stand properly.

Lukas nips and licks my clit, pushing me closer to that peak I’m dying to reach.

With his free hand, he reaches up to palm my breast, his firm touch sending me off the edge.

Lukas catches me before I collapse on top of him as my orgasm shreds me to pieces.

Ruthlessly, he slams his fingers in and out of me as he rushes up to smother my screams of pleasure.

With his palm sealed tightly over my mouth, he watches as euphoria overcomes me, eyes rolling back in my head.

“That’s right, little psycho, cum for me.

” I pathetically whimper as he drags out every last second of my release.

“Such a dirty slut, letting me touch you. You don’t even know me.

” He’s right, but his words just spur me on.

“Mmmm, but you’re so wet…so ready for me to sink into that post orgasm pussy and fuck you so hard you have another one.

” I nod and he chuckles, the sound rumbling against my chest. One-handed, he undoes his belt and pushes his pants down his thighs.

Lukas’s monster cock springs free and my eyes widen.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he whispers as his hand abandons my mouth, both cupping under my ass, and lifting me against the rough bark of the tree.

He lines the tip up with my opening, slowly slipping inside and stretching me.

“Holy fucking shit,” I whisper-gasp.

“You need to be quiet so your friends don’t come looking for you.”

“You’re too fucking big,” I whine as he inches father in.

“Thanks for the ego boost, hot stuff.” He pulls his belt free from his pants, folding it up, and stuffing it in my mouth.

“Now, shut the fuck up so I can pound this delicious cunt.” Without any more warning, he thrusts his fat cock as deep as he can.

Screaming against my gag, he praises me.

“Shhhhh, you’re doing so good. Look at you taking all of me.

” Slowly, he moves in and out of me, hips losing their rhythm as he starts to surrender to his own pleasure.

I don’t fucking think so.

Spitting out his belt, I slap him. “You better make the pain I’m going to feel worth it, or I’ll find my knife and make you feel a new kind of pain.”

“Kinky,” he says, a smirk pulling at his lips. Lukas impales me on his cock, holding me tight against him as he lowers us to the forest floor. “Just remember, you asked for this.”

“Do your worst, mountain man.”