Total pages in book: 188
Estimated words: 182255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 911(@200wpm)___ 729(@250wpm)___ 608(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 182255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 911(@200wpm)___ 729(@250wpm)___ 608(@300wpm)
“You don’t have to.” Beck reached over the console and patted her thigh.
Maybe he’d meant that touch to be reassuring…but it seemed a lot more sexual, given his lingering palm and wandering fingers.
“In fact, it’s better if you don’t.” Seth grinned enthusiastically as he unbuckled his seat belt.
Heavenly turned in her seat to frown at Beck. “Okay…but I’m not killing Bambi. I-I can’t.”
Sending her a tender smile, he threaded his fingers through hers, then softly kissed her knuckles. “We’re not here to kill anything, little girl. I promise. Come with me. You’ll see.”
Suddenly eager, Seth hoisted up the duffel beside him and hopped out of the back seat. Before she could even reach for the handle, he opened the passenger door and held out his hand.
His wolfish grin told her he grasped what Beck had planned. As she slid her hand in his and eased from the SUV, she studied his face for clues, but his expression didn’t tell her anything—except that he was impatient.
Seth gripped her tight while Beck settled his palm at the small of her back. Together, they surrounded her as they led her up the stairs. She could feel excitement pinging off them.
When they entered the wooden building, a forty-something bearded man lifted his head and studied them with a sharp, assessing stare. “Beckman?”
“Yes.”
A little frown burrowed between his graying brows. “Are you waiting for other hunters…or is this your whole party?”
“This is it,” Beck confirmed.
The proprietor shrugged. “Sure. Usually, hunting packs are bigger, but…whatever. You’re paid up for four hours. Don’t be late. There’s a midnight hunting party booked after yours.” The man handed them each a release form. “These are standard waivers. If you want to play…sign away.”
Play? Play what?
Beck and Seth stepped in close, flanking her as Heavenly scanned the document. Words like pursuit scenario, safe words, and consensual adult role-play jumped off the page. She tensed. Her pulse quickened. The air grew thick.
Beck stroked her arm while Seth skimmed his fingers down her spine.
“What exactly are we hunting?” Her gaze bounced between them.
But there was one obvious answer. And the way they both stared, eyes hot and hungry, made her tummy knot and her blood pool even lower.
“You’re not hunting, little girl. Seth and I are. And we’ll be hunting you,” Beck murmured against her ear.
The Wild Stalk.
I hope you can run. She finally understood Beck’s cryptic comment.
She gaped at him. “You’re…serious?”
He didn’t reply, but his grin turned into a wicked smile that made her womb clench.
On her other side, Seth’s entire body tightened as he leaned closer. “Oh, yeah. We’ll even give you a head start.”
They want to chase me. Hunt me like prey.
A tremor of fear and yet contradictory excitement quaked through her. “And…if you catch me?”
Their smiles turned positively feral.
“We claim our prize…however we want.” Beck winked, his eyes full of dark promise.
Heavenly could barely breathe. Their game was twisted, barbaric. She should be afraid, feel revulsion. She should refuse. But the incessant throbbing between her legs told her the last thing she felt was disgust.
She fidgeted, pressing her thighs together to quell the ache. No such luck.
“You game, angel?” Seth chivalrously gave her an out. “You don’t have to do this.”
“No. I-I want to.” Unable to contain her excitement, she caught her hand trembling as she signed.
The guys both did the same, then Seth set down the pen with a decisive clack.
“Your website indicated there’s a room where she can change?” Beck said to the bearded man in the plaid shirt as he lifted the black duffel.
“In there.” The proprietor pointed to a door on the far side of the room.
“Perfect.”
Heavenly’s heart kicked up another notch. “What am I changing into? What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”
Beck grinned as he guided her into a room lined with tall metal lockers, Seth following behind. “It will be more fun if you wear this…”
He plucked a gauzy white nightgown from the duffel.
She stared at the garment, her mind racing as she blinked up at him. “It’s…transparent.”
Seth’s expression turned downright dirty. “It is.”
Nibbling her bottom lip, Heavenly considered the situation. The fence suggested the property was private. The weather was perfect, a mere hint of a breeze to ruffle the temperate evening. She only had one question.
“Will anyone else see me wearing this?”
“We’re the only guests here tonight,” Beck promised.
That was a relief. She wouldn’t want to run into other strangers “hunting.”
She took the nightgown from his grasp. “Do I just put my things in the locker?”
“Yep. And, um…leave your shoes here, too.” Beck nodded to her sandals.
She frowned. “I’ll be barefoot.”
“Oh, you will,” Seth drawled as if he liked that.
Her eyes narrowed. “But…won’t I be at a disadvantage?”
“That’s the idea.” Beck smiled deviously.
Heavenly licked her lips. “You don’t play fair.”
Together, the guys laughed before Seth dropped his hand to her waist, then slid it down to her backside. “You’re just now catching on?”