“Fuck. This is hot,” Amanda says. Henry leans down and bites my neck, making me whimper.
“Aw. Look at those beautiful thighs trembling for me,” Adam says as he pushes deeper.
“Oh my God, Adam,” I moan.
“Be careful moaning my name, little girl,” he says seriously. “Come for us, Wren.”
When I tip my head back, Henry kisses me deeply. He devours my moans as Adam works my orgasm out of me and only pulls away when I do. Adam wraps his arms around me and hugs me until I stop shaking and my breathing returns to normal.
“You called me a church slut,” I mumble.
“You like that? Thought that was pretty good,” he laughs and kisses the top of my head. “If I dated women, I’d snatch you up, Wren.”
“I wouldn’t want to date women either,” I laugh and sit up. “Men are easier to understand.”
Adam helps me out of his lap and I turn to find a man standing with Amanda. The way he is staring at me has me melting in his gaze. He is tall, and broody. He has a darkness in his emerald green eyes and something about his aura terrifies me but draws me in all at once. There is something vaguely familiar about him, but I can’t pinpoint why. His dark brown hair is just long enough that I could run my fingers through it. Somehow even in its disheveled state, it’s perfect.
“This is my older brother’s best friend, Tate,” Amanda says. The way she is smirking at me, I am assuming he’s been here for a while.
“Wren,” I say sweetly.
“Like the bird?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.
“Yep,” I chuckle. “Like the bird.”
“Amanda says you’re interested in joining the hunting games. Is this true, little bird?” he asks. His deep and gritty voice causes a warmth to spread over me, settling in the pit of my stomach.
“Uhm… Y-Yeah,” I stutter.
“Okay,” he says simply. I can see a hint of what looks like excitement in his eyes.
“How do we know who exactly is hunting us?” I ask
“You don’t,” Amanda laughs.
“Oh… You’ll know when he has you pinned and starts to fuck you,” Henry adds.
“You’ll have a safe word,” Amanda adds quickly. “No one is allowed to cause anyone real damage. Well… besides maybe emotional damage from getting hunted and fucked like an animal.”
“Sounds… Primal,” I smile.
“Now… How on earth does a little church girl know anything about primal play?” Henry asks.
“Henry, darlin’... I’ve been repeatedly raped by my youth pastor since I was fourteen. You learn a lot from someone that depraved.”
“God almighty…” Henry says in a hushed tone.
“Oh, sweetie… he abandoned me a long time ago,” I laugh. Tate is studying me intently and his facial expression is softer than it just was, but somewhere behind his eyes is a raging fire.
I am sitting in the passenger seat of Amanda’s car and I am practically giddy for tonight. I think Amanda thinks I’m insane, but after three years, she’s used to my unhinged responses to stressors.
Amanda told me all about how we can’t take anything with us except for our cell phone in case we actually do get hurt or wish to stop. We have a basic map so that we know where we can use the restroom and get water. The only rule the guys have is they can’t touch us if we are stopping to get water, but we have a three-minute time limit.
I am wearing black shorts and a black tank top with my gray and black running shoes. I chose all dark colors to hopefully blend in better. The whistle will sound at eight and again at four in the morning. If we’ve been caught, it is the responsibility of the person who caught us to get us back home. If we are not caught, the coordinators of the games will make sure we get home.
We arrive at the one-hundred-acre wooded property, I see right away that it is fenced in and that makes me feel a little better. No random people can sneak into the game this way. We get to the property gate and there is a man with a clipboard standing there waiting for us to stop.
“Evening, ladies,” he says with a kind smile. “Names and IDs, please.”