The Prey: A Dark Enemies to Lovers Romance (Oakmount Elite Book 3)

The animalistic urge to claim her becomes the only thing I can see or feel. I’m past the point of no return. The predator has been set free, and sweet little Elyse is my willing prey.

I take her by the hips with bruising force, and lift her, holding her at the perfect angle.

She whimpers softly, but I’m too far gone to care. I’m not sure I’d be able to stop, even if she begged me at this point. Fuck I should ease my grip, gently enter her, kiss her, and make love to her, but I can’t. I need her too fucking badly to do that. Plus, there will be plenty of time for that later.

“Wait, Sebastian… I…” Elyse murmur.

If she was going to ask me to stop, it’s a little too late. I thrust my hips forward. So fragile and perfect. I know I’m going to fucking ruin her, destroy her, but I can’t be bothered to give a shit anymore. I no longer care if taking her makes me selfish. I look down the length of our bodies, watching as my cock enters her, my length filling her in one thrust.

“Fuck, Elyse.” I curse under my breath as black dots appear in my vision.

It’s like a damn out-of-body experience. She’s so warm, and tight. Home. She’s where I fucking belong. I bite back the desire to come right then and there like a teenager. I take a couple of calming breaths and hold myself inside her for a moment, relishing in the sensations. She clamps down on my cock, and I swear I see stars.

When I start to pull out, so I can slam back in, I feel her tiny hand on my forearm, her nails digging into my skin. Pinpricks of pain zing across my flesh.

I tear my gaze away and back up to her face, and what I see makes my insides cold. Her pretty blue eyes are filled with tears that slide freely down her cheeks, and her features are pinched together as if she’s in pain.

“What the fuck?” I growl and pull almost all the way out of her.

“No. Please.” She whimpers, trying to grab onto me like she thinks I might disappear. I look down between our bodies and notice the red tinge of blood that coats my cock.

“Why are you bleeding, Elyse? Did I hurt you?” I question with concern.

Some of the primal desire fades as I tug her up into my arms, cradling her small body while I swipe at the tears with my thumbs. My cock is still partially inside her, and the movement makes her muscles clamp tight around me. Air hisses through my teeth as I stop myself from thrusting deep, until my balls press against her ass and there isn’t a single spot I’m not touching inside her.

“Please don’t be mad…” she pleads, and I stare down at her in confusion.

“Tell me what the fuck is going on,” I ask, tightening my hold on her.

“You didn’t hurt me. I’m a virgin. Well, was.” Her legs tremble as she tightens her hold on me. Virgin? It never occurred to me that…my mind is reeling. If that’s true, what about the pregnancy test? Does that mean…shock gives way to anger, and I sink my fingers into her hair at the back of her neck and tug her head back so I can see her face better.

“Why didn’t you tell me? Why did you let me think that test was yours?” I’m practically foaming at the mouth with rage.

“I didn’t think you would go through with it if you thought I was a virgin, and I don’t want anyone else but you to be my first.” She bites her bottom lip, “You bled for me earlier, and now I’m bleeding for you.”

You bled for me, and now I’m bleeding for you.

Damn. Maybe she is the antidote to the chaos inside me.

I nearly moan from the knowledge.

She wanted me to be her first?

“Fuck, Ely. And the test?”

“It’s not mine, but I don’t want to talk about that right now. I want you to finish what you started. I want you to claim me completely.” Her eyes burn into the depths of my soul, and I know I’ll never be the same after tonight.

“What does it say about me if I’m still rock hard and ready to fuck you into oblivion, even while knowing it’s your first time and I should be gentle with you?”

Elyse gives me a small smile. “That you’re a man?”

“Yes, your fucking man,” I whisper against her lips as I thrust deep inside her, before pulling out a little ways so I can do it again.

Her thighs tremble around my hips, and while her eyes still swim with tears, none have fallen yet. Tightening my grip on her, I grapple for control, the need to fuck her hard and fast close to taking over.

I nip at her lip with my teeth. “Is this what you wanted, Little Prey? For me to claim your pussy with my cock? To own you completely?”

“Yes.” Her reply is a throaty whisper.

I love the way her breath hitches in time with my thrusts. She’s so tight, her pussy clamps down on me with each stroke while her thighs quake within my grasp as I drive deep inside her, her body acting as if she can’t take another inch.

“Goddamn, you take my cock so well. Even if it is a tight fit.” I pant, moving her up and down my length, her channel flooding with arousal at my praise.

I watch her facial features closely and notice the slight part in her lips when I bottom out inside her. The tears swimming in her eyes have disappeared, and she peers up at me, her gaze reflecting security and warmth.

“Oh…that feels good,” she pants, the head of my cock brushing against her G-spot again.

I’ve fantasized about this moment for so long it almost doesn’t feel real.

“Please, Sebastian. I need…” Her small voice comes out as a whine.

“I know, Little Prey. I know what you need.” I piston my hips up, touching that special spot at the end of her channel.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” she mewls, her cheeks flush, her blue eyes wild with desire.

Her nails dig into my skin, close to piercing the flesh while she clings to me like I’m the only thing capable of holding her in place.

“I couldn’t stop if I tried. You own me, Ely, own me,” I grit through my teeth, feeling her tighten all around me. “Yes, come for me, sweet girl. Milk my cock. Fuck, I need to feel that perfect pussy squeeze all around me.”

“Sebastian!!” She screams my name and then explodes all around me, her lithe body convulsing with pleasure. I can’t breathe. I can barely move, my heartbeat thundering in my ears as she clamps down on me so tightly my vision fades in and out for a moment.

“Good girl. Good fucking girl,” I praise against her neck, fucking her through her orgasm, my own release tingling at the base of my spine.

Elyse sags against my chest, her breaths erratic, her eyes shining with contentment. This lazy smile tugs at the corner of her pink lips, and fuck… I wrap both arms around her, holding her tightly so she can’t escape, and I use her body, fucking her without resistance.

“I can’t get over how well you take my cock, how perfect you feel shattering all around me. Fuck, Little Prey, you’re ruining me for anyone else.”

“Sebastian,” she whines against my throat, her voice edged with pain.

“I’m almost there. You can take it, sweet girl, you were made for me. Made to take my cock. Just a little more… oh fuck… yes.”

I climb higher and higher, edging closer and closer to my orgasm, even as I try to fight against it because I don’t want this to end. Even though I know she’s in pain, I don’t want to stop. I’ll never be able to fuck her for the first time again, so I need to elongate the moment as much as I can.

Her hot mouth places open kisses across my throat, trailing across my skin, stopping once she reaches my shoulder. Her lips part, and I feel her teeth graze my shoulder, the sensation eliciting a moan from my throat. That sound spurs her on, and before I can comprehend what she’s doing, she bites me hard.

How the fuck does she know exactly what I need?

With the slight edge of pain zipping across every nerve ending, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my balls, I’m unable to hold off the impending orgasm another second. With a feral growl, I let myself go.

“I’m going to come, Little Prey. I’m going to fill you with my seed. Fill you up and get you pregnant so you can’t leave, ever. Mine. All. Fucking. Mine.” She moans against my shoulder, her tongue lapping over the bite.

My movements become jerky, and with a final groan, I slam deep inside her, holding myself there for the last time. I explode, pumping her full of my cum, my entire body shuddering against hers. I swear my soul leaves my body for a moment. When I return to my senses, my heart hammering in my chest, my chest heaving, I feel our combined juices and my sticky cum dripping down between our bodies.

I need to get her back to the house, clean her up, and make sure she’s okay. Make sure I didn’t hurt her too badly. I slowly ease out of her body, and she whimpers softly.

“I got you.” I stroke her side gently with one hand, while I blindly search for my knife with the other, my fingers closing around the hilt. Lifting the knife I grab her arm, and she turns her head to see what I’m doing, but she doesn’t say a word, doesn’t object or pull away. She knows I need this, that this is how I show she is more than the others. That there is no one else like her.

My, Little Prey.

Placing the blade against her soft, porcelain skin, I press down. With one smooth jerk, I mark her, right below the other two marks. I grit my teeth against the impulse to keep going. To carve my name over that fucker’s name, to cover her in my marks so no one else dares to touch her. I remind myself that I’ve inflicted enough pain on her for the night, and that there are many days to come where I can do just that.

Catching my breath, I gently place her on the ground so I can get dressed. Her expression is relaxed, and her eyes roam over my body, watching as I pull my pants back up. I snag my shirt off the ground and gently maneuver her so I can wrap her up in the fabric. Once covered, the edge of the shirt hangs loose around her thighs.

Seeing her in my clothing makes me want to rip it off her with my teeth and claim her all over again. God, she’s fucking with my head. Destroying my resolve. I know without a doubt, as I look down at her, that I’ll do anything to protect her, from her enemies, my enemies, even from myself. From the darkness that seeps out of my pores, threatening to taint her angelic soul.

A scream echoes through the air, followed by laughter. There are still hours until the final runners and hunters stumble out of the woods, finding their way back to the party at the house. I won’t be attending that party this year.

I put my knife away and crouch down on my heels, scooping Ely up and taking her into my arms. I hold her against my chest bridal style, my grasp tight like I’m afraid she might disappear if I don’t hold on to her. Mine.

After tonight, nothing will ever be the same between us. There is no going back to the way things used to be. There is only the future, and Elyse is it for me.

“Where are we going?” she asks sleepily.

“Home. I’m taking you home.”