16. Chapter 16

Twenty seconds might not seem like much. But when you are counting your heartbeats, when you're paying attention to how loud your feet are on the ground, twenty seconds feels like a lifetime.

If there is one thing that came of me leaving the men I love that I would be forever grateful for, it's my time in the military. Not just for the life experience that it afforded me, but also for the skills in evasion.

And I'm not sure they thought about that knowledge when they decided to do this.

As I navigate through the dense forest, my senses on high alert, I take a sharp right, weaving through the trees. Suddenly, a howl comes from my right, and it"s decidedly human. My heart skips a beat, then starts racing harder in my chest.

With adrenaline coursing through me, I push my body to its limits, dodging branches and leaping over fallen logs. The sound of them grows louder behind me, indicating that they"re closing in fast.

My mind races, analyzing every possible route, every potential hiding spot. I push myself harder, trying to outpace them, but they"re gaining ground.

Suddenly, I hear footsteps crunching on leaves dangerously close behind me. Without hesitation, I veer sharply to the left, narrowly avoiding a lunge from one of them. Their fingers graze my sleeve, sending a shiver down my spine as I push myself even harder.

But the forest is unforgiving, and the guys are relentless. Just when I think I"ve lost them, I hear them closing in from another direction. With a surge of desperation, I duck behind a thick cluster of bushes, holding my breath and praying they don"t spot me.

Seconds tick by agonizingly slow as I strain my ears for any sign of movement. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the footsteps fade into the distance. I release a shaky breath, my heart pounding in my chest.

I know what the outcome is going to be tonight but I'm not about to just lay down and surrender, they need to work for their meal. Two can play at this game.

Looking down at myself I take stock of my options now that I have a moment to breathe. The sweater I grabbed is too light in color, but the tank underneath isn't, so I remove the sweater. My leggings and shoes are black, so they are perfect to blend in with the trees and darkness. With the sweater off what skin is shown is colorful tattoos and my own skin, not exactly dark but it's darker than the sweater.

My other big problem is that my hair is almost like a lighthouse calling sailors home, it"s so bright. Creeping out from the cluster of bushes I crouch low and move as quietly as I can, it only takes a moment to find what I"m looking for. The dampness in the air meant that there was still going to be water in the dirt, giving me mud.

I cringe as I gather a small amount on my hands and use it to smooth my hair back away from my face. It isn't enough that I'm completely coated in it, but enough to dull the shine of my hair.

I toss the sweater on a low tree nearby and move slowly away from it, keeping low and keeping my eyes on the sweater. All I can hear is the blood rushing through me, my own pulse loud in my ears making it hard to pick up any other sounds, but I still hear him before I see him.

Rick creeps through the trees, his narrowed eyes focused on the sweater. He picks it up off the branches and brings it to his face, inhaling deeply, almost like a real wolf scenting its prey. My heart pounds even harder in my chest as I watch him closely.

As he examines the sweater, I slowly back away, careful not to make a sound. Every muscle in my body is tense, ready to spring into action at a moment"s notice. Beck isn't with him, they obviously separated to cover more ground.

Rick"s gaze darts around the surrounding area, searching for any sign of movement. My heart races faster as he takes a step in my direction, his senses on high alert. I hold my breath, willing myself to blend in with the shadows and remain undetected.

Luck is on my side, Rick"s attention is drawn away by a rustling in the bushes nearby, and he turns to investigate, leaving me momentarily forgotten. Seizing the opportunity, I slip further into the cover of the trees, disappearing into the darkness like a ghost as I move as silently as I can in the opposite direction.

With Rick behind me, I only need to worry about Beck.

I continue to move stealthily through the forest, my senses hyper-alert to any sound or movement. Every rustle of leaves, every snap of twigs underfoot, sends a jolt of adrenaline coursing through me. I can"t afford to let my guard down yet.

Suddenly, I hear the unmistakable sound of footsteps approaching from ahead. My heart leaps into my throat as I freeze, instinctively seeking cover behind a thick tree trunk. Peering around the trunk, I see a figure emerging from the darkness, moving with purposeful strides.

It"s Beck.

My breath catches in my throat as I watch him draw nearer, his eyes scanning the area intently. I press myself further into the shadows, willing myself to become one with the darkness, praying that he doesn"t spot me.

He turns slowly in circles, his eyes intense as they search the trees for any sign of movement. Suddenly, he takes off at a run in the direction I had been heading, his footsteps barely making any sound as he moves. Adapting to the situation, I turn also and start jogging in another direction, my heart racing so fast and the adrenaline making my hands twitch. It"s making me want to run, to move, to escape, but I don"t want to escape. I just want to prove I"m not simply a little rabbit easily hunted, and if I can get the upper hand, then even better.

I glance behind me as I move, and that"s my mistake. I run straight into a body that suddenly appears in front of me. My heart lurches as we tumble to the ground and we both grunt at the impact.

There is enough light from the moon through the trees to see Rick smirking below me before he grabs my arms and rolls us on the dirty, leaf-covered ground. We struggle for a moment before he momentarily gets my wrists pressed to the ground.

"Hey, pretty girl, did I catch myself a rabbit for dinner?" he rasps with a deep chuckle, the sound going straight through me.

I give him a half grin and half snarl as I show him just how he underestimates my strength, jerking his hands out from under him and flipping us again. I move up his body more until my body is hovering over his face.

"Sure, now eat me," I growl, and fuck if he isn"t a good boy, grabbing onto the material of the leggings and ripping them apart at the crotch. His mouth latches onto me seconds later.

Every heightened nerve narrows its focus onto where Rick is aggressively moving his tongue and lips on my pussy, sucking and nipping at my clit before plunging directly into my wet entrance. Waves of pleasure wash over me as I arch my back, pressing myself closer to his mouth, urging him to delve deeper.

His movements are primal, instinctual, driving me to the brink of ecstasy with each flick of his tongue and each firm suck of his lips. My hands clutch at the earth beneath us, grasping for purchase as the sensations overwhelm me.

But even in the midst of this intense pleasure, I try to remain vigilant, a part of me still attuned to the knowledge that Beck is somewhere lurking in the shadows. With every moan that escapes my lips, with every shudder that wracks my body, I remind myself to stay alert, to stay ready.

As Rick"s movements push me closer and closer to the edge, I feel a surge of adrenaline coursing through me, heightening my senses even further. Every rustle of leaves, every whisper of wind, becomes amplified in my mind. Every touch of his lips and tongue feels amplified and sharper as I lose myself in the raw intensity of the moment.

He yanks my tank down, exposing my breasts to the cool night air, my nipples are already hard even before he reaches up and pinches both of them. My hips jerk at the brief flash of pain and he groans at my reaction.

He sucks my clit hard into his mouth, his teeth scraping and pulling against it and I shatter, pressing a dirty hand over my own mouth to silence the cries escaping me.

As the orgasm subsides, my heart is still racing in my chest, and I don"t resist as Rick moves me down his body, tearing open his pants, lining up and impaling me on his hard cock. I groan at the feel of him stretching me, and he chuckles again, a deep, primal sound that sends shivers down my spine.

He doesn't allow me time to adjust, simply lifting and thrusting into me hard, filling me completely with his length. I groan at the feeling of him so deep inside me, my body eagerly welcoming his every movement as he thrusts into me over and over.

My focus narrows on him, on the way his muscles flex beneath his skin as he moves, on the way his breath hitches with every thrust. I let myself get lost in the sensation of him, in the heat and friction of our bodies moving together in the darkness of the forest.

But just as I start to ride the edge of another orgasm, he slows down, his thrusts becoming deliberate and controlled.

I almost cry out in frustration, my body craving the release that he"s denying me. Every nerve in my body is alive with need, my skin tingling with anticipation as he teases me, drawing out the pleasure until it"s almost unbearable.

Reaching down I wrap a hand around his throat, my fingers digging into his flesh and his hands tighten on my waist so hard I know I'm going to be bruised. His hips buck up into me and I'm happy he appears to be getting on the same page as me, but then he slows again.

"Want to know one of the best tools to hunt in pairs, pretty girl?" he grits out.

I don"t know how the fuck he can even think straight right now, let alone ask me mundane questions. I growl at him, trying to shift my hips to get him to move faster, but before I can protest further, a word echoes from behind me.

"Distraction."

Seconds later, a hand shoves against the middle of my back, pushing me flat against Rick"s chest. He releases my waist to wrap his arms around my arms, pinning them to my sides, leaving me unable to move. And then I feel it — something wet drips against where Rick is buried inside me before another cock is pressing into me, pushing into my pussy alongside Rick"s.

I cry out and whimper at the pain of being stretched far beyond my limit, my body straining against Rick"s hold as the sensation overwhelms me. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes as I struggle to catch my breath, my mind spinning with a mix of pleasure and discomfort.

The realization hits me like a ton of bricks, and I curse myself for letting my guard down. They"ve been working together all along, using their teamwork to outmaneuver me in the forest. And now, they"re using it to overwhelm me in every possible way.

I bite into the flesh of Rick"s chest as Beck continues to push into me and Rick"s hips jerk underneath me again, we both moan as it inadvertently pushes him even deeper inside me. My whole body is throbbing, riding the thin line between pleasure and pain, and I can"t help but cry out at the sensation.

Beck grabs a fistful of my hair, jerking my head back and forcing me to let go of Rick"s flesh. I whimper at the tight grip he has, my scalp stinging from the force of his hold.

"No, little rabbit, I told you, I want to hear your screams," he growls before he shoves his hips forward, burying his cock inside me, just as deep as Rick"s. I"ve never been so full, the sensation of being stretched to my limit sending shockwaves of pleasure and pain through my body.

Every nerve is on fire as they both begin to move inside me, taking turns to thrust so hard that the forest echoes with the sounds of our bodies colliding. Each impact has a cry falling from my lips.

Beck"s grip on my hair tightens, using it to pull me further up and closer to him. Fingers are digging into the flesh at my thighs and my waist, they pinch and twist at my nipples. Every touch and movement creates a whirlwind inside me and pushes my body into overdrive.

It creates the perfect storm where my body can't decipher the pleasure and pain separately and they blend together. It burns within me like wildfire, driving me closer to the edge with each thrust. I surrender to it completely, letting go of any semblance of control as I give myself over to the pleasure coursing through my veins.

I can feel my body tightening around them, their groans and primal growls mingling with my own cries the closer I get to ecstasy. They turn truly feral, losing their careful rhythm, their movements becoming erratic as they start pounding into me.

Even in the dark, the sound of my screams has the birds taking flight from the trees as my orgasm rolls over me.

My whole body pulses with pleasure, my nails slicing into flesh as my body shakes uncontrollably. They don"t stop, even with my pussy gripping and clenching around them, they force my body to take more, to take all of them as they keep slamming their cocks into me relentlessly.

I know they were true to their word; my screams are shaking the trees, and I can"t breathe, I can"t speak. I know I won"t be able to move without pain, but they don"t realize that even that is going to be pleasurable to me. Another orgasm barrels into me, dragging them over the edge with me as my pussy locks down on them, and they both groan loudly as I feel them cum deep inside me.

The sensation of their release sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me, amplifying the intensity of my own climax. It"s finally too much for my body. My eyes roll back, and I"m vaguely aware of my body going limp in their arms. And then darkness wins out and I slip into unconsciousness.