43. Fiora

I never imagined I'd be turning the red light on again, especially as an engaged woman, but I suppose this is going to be my new normal since I'm marrying Braken Frost, and he and his best friends run The Hunt. You won't see me complain one bit.

With the red of the bulb illuminating the porch as the signal of what's to come, I'm ready.

The Hunt.

I stand in my white nightgown, waiting. Waiting for the masked man. The three masked men.

There is something wild, something ancient in the air tonight.

The soft crunch of boots on gravel echoing in the quiet night, followed by the eerie whistle. It's time.

Run!

I suck in a deep breath, willing my heartbeat to quit its furious tempo. I bolt from my porch toward the woods, knowing they will be right behind me. And when the catch me, it won't just be one of them fucking me this time. It will be all three.

Raw.

Savage.

Primal.

My bare feet slap against the cold ground, each step giving life to my excitement. The only reason I'm running is because I know they will catch me. I want this. I fucking want this.

I dodge a low-hanging branch as I race deeper into the woods, but my foot catches on a root and suddenly I'm tumbling forward. I hit the icy earth with a gasp, hot pain radiating from scraped knees.

But there's no time for pain.

No time for fear.

Run!

I scramble to my feet, darting a glance over my shoulder just in time to see their shadows stretching in the moonlight. My nightgown flutters around my legs like a ghostly reminder of safety and comfort far behind me.

A strong hand grips my wrist, yanking me back with such force that I lose my footing and stumble backward into a firm chest.

I attempt to pull away, but the grip around my wrist is unyielding.

"Don't fight," another says behind his bone mask, low and dangerous in my ear.

I'm surrounded by all three now, each of them taking hold of my body.

The man on my right is silent. He glides his hands over my shoulders, then down my body to my thighs. He lifts me, easily as if I weigh nothing. He carries me deeper into the woods—away from the light, away from any trace of sanity.

My heart beats wildly, and every fiber of my being screams to break free and run, but another part of me thrills at what's to come.

I twist in the man's arms, writhing against his grasp. Without warning, I'm released, tossed to the ground like a rag doll. The forest floor is hard against my back, twigs and leaves digging into my skin through the thin fabric of my nightgown. I gasp as the cold ground sucks the warmth from me.

One of them drops to his knees beside me; his fingers trace a path from my knee to my thigh. His eyes meet mine through the slits in his mask—an unspoken promise of what awaits.

Fingers encircle my wrist, pinning it above my head as he thrusts his cock inside me while the other two masked men look down upon us.

There are no words, just the raw sounds of our bodies meeting, echoing through the silent woods. I watch as one of the others unzips his pants, his body language full of anticipation. He steps forward, kneeling next to us on the forest floor.

He pushes his dick into my mouth while the last of the three frees his cock and kneels on my other side. He then pushes his cock to my lips as well and the two men take turns.

The sensation is overwhelming, their bodies pressing into mine simultaneously as they begin their rhythmic movements. Sweat trickles down my body as I try to keep up with the rhythm, my senses on fire from the raw, coarse energy encircling me. There is a roughness in their motions that makes every nerve inside me scream for more.

My eyes are wide open in this darkness, unblinking and refusing to break the contact. It's not fear that keeps them locked, but a deep, lustful desire, a craving for submission that makes every bit of this adventure wildly irresistible.

The man fucking me is driving deeper and deeper, punishing in his movements. I can hear their grunting as they work in tandem, their bodies grinding against mine in a primitive tango of lust. An orgasm is building within me, racing down every nerve ending until it floods my veins.

I lick and suck two dicks at once.

Hands roam over every inch of my exposed skin, touching, pulling, rendering me open and helpless in their grip.

I can taste them on my tongue, salty and tantalizing, their animalistic grunts filling up the darkness around us. It's intoxicating. Overwhelming. A sensory overload that has me teetering on the edge of ecstasy.

The masked figures become blurry as pleasure rockets through me, each thrust sending jolts of satisfaction that has me gasping for breath. My body convulses beneath them, the pleasure so intense it steals away my breath.

With a final thrust, the man grunts heavily as he finds his release inside me, his cock pulsating with every spurt of warmth that fills me. The other two follow suit, their bodies tensing and then releasing with a primal, guttural grunt as they empty themselves into my mouth. Their taste fills my senses, completely raw and heady, sending me spiraling even deeper into the throes of pleasure.

My body trembles beneath them, the remnants of my orgasm still coursing through me as they finish. One by one, their grips on me loosen, their bodies pulling away from mine to leave me shivering on the forest floor.

Before I can regain control of my senses or even remember to draw breath, one of them picks me up and carries me back toward my cottage, the other two follow close behind, silent and watchful.

Always watchful.

They project an eerie sense of calm despite the raw debauchery that has happened in the forest. As the door to my cottage creaks open, I am released and led inside where light from the single lamp in my room pools onto the wooden floor.

Standing there in the warm light, they each remove their mask.

Braken is the first to speak. "There's no running from us."

Merrick approaches me and kisses me on the lips. "Because if you do, we'll come running."

Soren then steps to me, pulling me into his arms. "And you'll have the three of us to deal with."

And the darkness continues on…

Tangled in the vines of this mighty family tree, the Godwin family rules over Heathens Hollow. They are gods who walk the earth. They are the monsters, the beasts, the villains in the story. They are the vipers who strike their enemies when they least expect it. The Godwin family wields the mighty thunderbolt like Zeus, and yet they have secrets. Dark, even deadly secrets.