Primal Pursuit

But sooner and later are in my future.

I’ve got a hunt in my immediate now.

I give her a minute to run, counting the seconds passing like ticking dynamite. Adrenaline shoots through me, coiling in my stomach like a venomous snake ready to strike any moment.

Slipping the knife back in my pocket, I head out. She’s on the street, trying to figure out where to go. And I knowI could lose her if I’m not careful. That’s part of the fun, though.

I keep her in my line of sight, not bothering to hide, as I walk after her. There’s panic to her step, but it’s the kind that’s fed by hot thrills. Every time she glances over her shoulder, her dark hair fanning her face, her eyes are alert yet gleam with a wicked excitement.

Poppy rabbit is still turned on. Maybe more than she was inside Grab.

She practically lights the air on fire.

Turned on, wanting me.

On some base level, it’s as if I know her. I can’t explain it. But there’s a connection that’s darkly vibrant and thrumming between us. There’s this weirdness of ‘like recognizing like.’ She might despise me, but she thrives on this shit like I do. She’s still finding her legs in this depraved little dance we’re doing, butoh, fuckdoes she get off on it.

Poppy isn’t getting into a taxi or calling an Uber. She stopped to get her bag on the way out, and she’s walking fast, but not super fast, and every so often she peeks to see where I am.

And there’s a reason.

She wants this.

Wants to fight me.

Wants to fuck me.

Wants me to chase her.

She might also want to kill me or at least think she does, but that doesn’t detract from how much the chase and the game turn her on.

And where we are right now? The area is perfect. It’s amix of bars, clubs, stores. There’s a park not far, a small one that’s chained but not fenced off after dark to discourage people from going in. I don’t think she’ll go there. She’s still too new; she’s still fighting herself as well as me.

Remnants of feeling her mouth on mine slams into me, and I almost stagger and drag in a breath.

Fuck me.I’m still reeling—even now—because of that kiss.

And I kissed her because?—

I don’t know why. I hadn’t planned to. Not yet.

I was keeping that last act of intimacy—a kiss—for when I knew it would break her, pull her apart, and instead…I fucking shifted something in myself.

She tasted of the light and the dark. A sweetness behind the slight copper salt of my blood. She was so fucking soft. The perfect combination of wetness and heat and tongue. Those lips—fuck me—Rabbit’s got the kind of fucking mouth a man could rub one out over.

I want to kiss her again.

Shit. I’m losing my goddamn mind over a kiss. Maybe I do need Tobias’ Lord. The one I know he doesn’t believe in. Except when it suits him. The asshole.

I quickly slip my hand into my pocket as I notice a man staring at Rabbit when she brushes past him. I don’t like the way he looks at her with a hungry gleam in his eye.

And I pick up my pace, watching her every move as she continues to walk down the street. The man watches her, too. And I’m fisting her ruined panties in my pocket, realizing that I don’t want her wandering around in hershort blue dress and naked pussy. One that’s probably dripping a nice mix of my cum and hers, getting those sweet ass thighs wet and shining.

I almost groan at that thought, and I subtly adjust my dick in my jeans.

She’s on the corner, trying to work out in which direction to go, and the fucking guy starts toward her as I move closer to them both.

“Run, Rabbit,” I mutter into thin air. “Fucking run.”