Zeke runs a hand over his jaw. “Seems only fair to even the odds, don’t you think? Three against one would be no sport at all.”
“Sport?” Lily’s beautiful face pulls into a frown.
Xander licks his lips and tightens his grip on Lily’s hand. Wide-eyed and innocent, she looks between the three of us.
Zeke curls a strand of her hair between his thumb and forefinger. “You’re going to run, buttercup, and we’re going to hunt you down.”
She shivers. “Hunt us down?”
“I think two minutes should be enough,” Zeke says, ignoring Lily’s puzzled expression.
“Wait, what happens when you catch us?” Her tits heave under her tight tank top, and all I can think about is tearing it from her body and sucking on her nipples. My cock is harder than an iron bar.
Zeke laughs darkly. “What do you think?”
The blue of Xander’s eyes is barely visible around his blown pupils. “They’ll fuck us until we can’t walk,” he answers for us.
Lily sucks in a stuttered breath. “Oh.”
I start unbuttoning my shirt. I get hot when I hunt. “You’re going to need a safe word, princess. You know what a safe word is for?”
She blinks at me, her bright green eyes growing dark. “I do. But why will I need one?”
“It’s the adrenaline,” Xander says with a dark chuckle.
Her mouth opens, but it takes a few beats for her to speak. “The adrenaline?”
“When you’re running from us, your adrenaline will spike even though, logically, you know you’re not in any danger.” I unfasten the last button and work on my cufflinks. “Maybe you’ll even want to be caught.” Xander nods. The little brat always wants to be caught. I tilt my head and watch Lily, but other than showing curiosity, she doesn’t react. “But your body will still respond the way it’s programmed to.”
“Fight or flight,” Zeke adds.
She nods her understanding, and something tells me she knows exactly what he’s referring to, as though she’s had direct experience with it. “So, even if you want what’s happening, you may struggle. You might fight us …”
“Scratch. Bite,” Zeke offers with a wicked glint in his eyes.
I rake my eyes down her perfect body. This is going to be so much fucking fun. “And I won’t lie, we both love it when our prey doesn’t make it easy.”
“So I need a safe word. I get it.” Without showing a flicker of uneasiness about what we just said, she turns to Xander. “What’s yours?”
He smirks. “Abercrombie.”
Lily rolls her eyes. “Figures.”
I discard my cufflinks and shrug off my shirt. “So, what’s it to be, princess?”
“Marshmallow,” she replies without hesitation.
I want to ask her the significance of that word, but not as much as I want to hunt. “You both have two minutes to run and hide.”
Lily gasps. “Hold up a second. What about—”
“One minute fifty-eight seconds.” Zeke’s dark tone makes me shudder, and I’m not the one who needs to be afraid.
Xander tugs her hand. “C’mon.”
Lily resists. “But what—”
Zeke’s deep voice cuts her off once more. “One minute fifty-three seconds.”
“We need to go, shorty.” Xander pulls harder, and she stumbles after him.
She gives us one final glance, confusion and excitement in her eyes, then jogs out of the room with Xander by her side.
“You timing this?” I ask Zeke.
He looks at his watch and grins. “Kinda.”
“You want Fitch or Lily?”
He gives me his full attention. “Fitch. You know how much I love chasing his hot ass down.” I nod. Primal play is my thing. I’ve done it countless times with countless women, but I’ve never enjoyed hunting anyone as much as Fitch. However, something about chasing Lily down and fucking her senseless when I find her makes me hard as fucking iron. I lick my lips. That look on her face—the perfect mix of fear and lust—was incredible. She’s gonna taste so fucking good when I get my mouth on her.
“Besides, it’s probably best if Lily’s first time is with you. You’ll ease her in gently and she feels safer with you.”
Placing my palm on the back of his neck, I press my forehead against his. I hate that he keeps questioning himself where she’s concerned. “She feels safe with you too, Zeke.”
He swallows hard. “I know that. I just don’t want to scare her too much on her first time with this.”
“You won’t.”
His soft sigh brushes my lips. “Just go after Lily and leave Fitch to me, yeah?”
“Okay.” Pressing my lips to his, I give him a brief kiss. “One of these days, I’m gonna hunt you down. And when I catch you …”
A grin tugs at the corners of his mouth. “You’d never catch me, old man.”
I slide my hand down his muscular back. “One day, Zeke.”
He dusts his lips over mine again. “One day, West.”
Chapter
Thirty-One
XANDER
My eyes dart up and down the hallway, ears straining for the sound of approaching footsteps. I thought about heading to the roof, but it’s pouring rain. So instead of running, I’m trying to outsmart them. Staying one step ahead. My heartbeat thumps a steady rhythm. A shadow flashes in my peripheral vision, and I run, my feet slapping against the marble floor as they carry me to the other side of the apartment. If I can get to the gym, I can sneak through there and double back.
If Zeke’s chasing me, I have a shot, but if it’s West … He slams me into the wall and knocks the air from my lungs.
Pinning my arms behind my back, he drags his teeth along the skin of my neck, taunting me with the promise of what’s to come. “Gotcha, brat.”
A shiver of excitement shudders up my spine. “I thought for sure you’d have gone for Lily.” He’s so fucking good at primal play, like a goddamn bloodhound sniffing out his prey.
“But I wanted you,” he says before sinking his teeth into my neck.
My cock leaks precum from the tip. “Fuck, West,” I groan, filling the hallway with the sound of my need for him.
Quiet footsteps pad somewhere nearby, too heavy to be Lily’s.
“Is Zeke gonna be pissed that you caught me?” I ask, knowing he’ll be doubting himself.
West twists my wrists in his grip and pain lances through my shoulders. I snarl and curse, which only makes him squeeze harder.
“You have more pressing things to worry about, brat. Like how hard I’m gonna fuck you for even mentioning another man’s name when I have my fucking hands on you.”