Primal Pursuit

The chase weaves us in and out of bars both upscale and dive, wine bar and beer den, down streets and alleys, and I let her stay one step ahead. I’m giving her rope, and she takes it. And when it’s time to reel her in a little, only to cast her back out, I do.

Down the second alley, I catch her. She manages toescape, but then I pull her back in, hard against me, and pin her to the wall.

I lift a brow. “Familiar?”

“You get boring, Davian.”

But she swallows hard and her eyes flash, but this time there’s something different in her gaze. A spark of defiance and a hint of surrender. I can feel it crackling between us.

When she tips that beautiful face up to me, I almost forget how to breathe. It’s not her pretty face that floors me; it’s the hunger. The need for more. It’s time for me to guide her where I want her, then reel her in. On her hands and knees.

“Sweet rabbit,” I murmur against her ear, licking my way up the shell.

She shivers, and I suck on her lobe, her heat seeping down into my blood and bone.

“Good rabbit. Filthy rabbit. Dirty rabbit.”

Her breath tangles, and she makes a slight sound. I place my hand over her mouth to see what she’ll do, and I’m not disappointed. She bites me, then licks and bites again, and each move of her teeth and tongue is a shot of excited heat to my cock.

“Time to up the ante. Play for real. If I catch you, Rabbit, you’ll regret it.”

To prove my point, I yank the top of her dress down, licking, sucking, and biting her nipples, pulling on them to cause just the right amount of pain, the right thrill. I grab the skirt of her dress and pull it up, palming her sex before slipping two fingers into her, working her pussy hard and fast. She moans sweet little desperate sounds and clutches at me, her hips working fucking hard on my hand as sherides it, way more roughly than I’m finger fucking her, and I wait.

Until her walls start to squeeze tighter.

Until her moans grow ragged.

Until she pants and shoves her tits in my face.

She’s there. Teetering for me. And I let go, pulling away from her.

Rabbit stumbles, almost falling, and I stop myself from helping, taking another step back, watching as she rights herself.

She swipes wisps of hair from her face, her cheeks flushed and lips glistening. “That’s the second time you’ve edged me.”

“Third time the charm?”

And my little Poppy grins. “Only if you catch me.”

She turns. And runs. I count to five and then I give chase.

We’re close to the bar I want her in, and it’s a matter of manipulation. She won’t run from me on the actual street, and she both needs to be caught and needs to escape.

She’s standing amidst a crowd waiting to cross the road when I step right up to her, my front pressed against her back. I lean in closer. “The bar on the right’s got a garden you can escape from, but the one ahead? I wouldn’t go in there. No way out but the front door, and it’s crowded.”

“And the empty one up front?”

“Empty, Rabbit. Do the math.” Running the knuckles of my fist down lightly over her spine, I’m rewarded with a little shiver, and I think I love the open-back dress. “Empty is easy for me. Or maybe my little rabbit wants tobe dragged off, trussed up, and whipped to within an inch of her life.” I press my lips against the shell of her ear. “I’ll make it easy. You pick one and go in. If I don’t find you, I’ll give you the whip.”

And she spins to face me, her bloodthirsty face lighting the fuck up.

“Promise?”

“Pinky fucking swear. I’ll even count to ten.”

I turn my back in the middle of the crowd, not caring what anyone else thinks, and start to count silently. I think she’ll go into the one I told her doesn’t have a way out. She won’t go near the empty one because I’m right and she can see it. Nowhere to hide in an empty, low-key place.

But if she shocks me by going into the bar that does have the garden with the back door, so be it. I’ll let her whip the fuck out of me. Call it a masochistic streak, or see it as me willing to take the punches. Or maybe it’s faith that she’ll want to play this game as hard as I do. And she wants to get caught.