Hunted for the Holidays

Chapter 7

7

SEXY DRUG BY FALLING IN REVERSE

S hit , did that really happen?

I shouldn’t have just face fucked my little brother. That was wrong in so many ways.

Well, my step brother. It’s not like we really grew up together; we were both teenagers when he and his mom moved in with Dad and me. We’re more like strangers with a shared past than brothers–not that it makes what I just did any better. I should’ve turned and walked away, but when I saw Wyatt standing there, looking so on edge, something in me begged to play with him. He acts so tough and cold, so damn calculating. He needed to be put in his place and taught who’s really in control.

Seeing his hard length with that ring through the tip being shoved down my little bunny's throat might’ve been the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. My cock ached to be buried deep inside one of them- hell, to be buried in both of them. I’m so fucking desperate for both of them that I don’t see any way how this could end well.

“What the fuck?” I mutter as we approach the cabin.

The door is standing wide open. That’s definitely not how we left it–there’s no way in hell I wouldn’t shut the door behind me to go out in this damn frozen tundra. Goddamn it. My heart pounds wildly in my chest as I quicken my pace. My little captive is in there all alone, tied up and vulnerable. I break into a full sprint as panic surges through my whole being.

Throwing myself through the doorway, I’m struck by how fucking cold it is inside the cabin. Shit, how long has that door been open? While I was being a selfish prick, playing with my brother, someone was here .

Alone.

With my fucking girl.

I swear to god, If they hurt her, I will gut them like a fucking pig and shove their entrails up their asshole and out their mouth. Charlotte is mine to hurt.

“Charlie!” I shout as I scramble across the small living room.

Nothing.

“Charlie!” I yell again, rushing down the small hallway. The door to her bedroom is standing wide open, just like the front door was. My pulse skyrockets as I edge closer, and for the first time since I can remember, I’m terrified.

My entire world tilts on its axis as I spot her empty bed. My little captive is gone.

“We’ll find her,” Wyatt quips from behind me. He’s just as upset as I am, but his frustration has turned to a focused intensity, whereas I’m just fueled by a murderous rage.

The faint trail of blood through the cabin and out the front door set my teeth on edge. The only one making Charlotte bleed from now until her last fucking breath will be me. Wyatt seems to think he can track her, following the blood and the footprints left in the snow, and whoever took her better relish in their last few breaths on earth, because I don’t share.

Well, unless it’s with Wyatt.

I’ll unpack that later, after I get her back.

Something snaps ahead of us, the sound reverberating across the emptiness among the trees. Wyatt and I both eye each other, silently communicating, before each slipping our hunting knives from the sheaths on our belts. With practiced stealth, we silently move through the snow in formation.

Peeking around the trunk of an ancient evergreen, relief immediately floods my system when I see my girl, safe and alone. She’s wearing what must be Wyatt’s sweatshirt, the green fabric draping down to her knees. One of my skull balaclavas is covering her face as she greedily gulps down water.

Sneaky little bunny thought she could escape us. Our captive nearly got herself gutted. She’ll need to be taught a lesson.

Moving from behind the trees, I let my footfalls crash through the stiff snow. “Look brother, we found ourselves a lost little bunny, all alone in the woods.”

Wyatt steps out from the other side of the tree, and we stalk towards our prey in tandem, cornering our scared little bunny. Her eyes are wide and wild with fear. She counters our movements, edging backwards every time we advance. Her gaze darts between us, desperately searching for mercy. She won’t find any. Her back collides with the bark of a gnarled pine behind her, giving her no way to escape.

“What a naughty little bird you are, running from us,” Wyatt coos as he approaches Charlotte. “Do you remember what happens to bad girls?” He reaches out a gloved hand to stroke her cheek and she visibly shivers at the contact. Such a responsive little captive.

“Wha—what?” she stutters, tears welling in her beautiful blue eyes.

“They get punished, little bird.”

My brother moves with reflexes that surprise me, snatching her by the wrists and spinning her around. He quickly secures her hands behind her back with a piece of nylon rope- one of the million items he keeps on his utility belt. Fucking boyscout.

“Please,” she whimpers, squirming around in an attempt to free herself. I rip the ski mask from her head as Wyatt holds her in place. I want to see her fear.

“Please, what ?” I sneer, pulling her by the hair until her eyes meet mine. Tears stream down her pale cheeks as she sobs.

Anger boils up inside me and I can’t help the possessive need to claim her as mine taking hold. Call me childish, or selfish, or whatever the fuck you want. I don’t give a shit. She’s mine. “You want us to let you go? So you can run off to the rescue crew down below us?” I ask mockingly, grabbing the hem of the sweatshirt.

She chokes on a gasp, snot running down her flushed skin as I use my bowie knife to start cutting through the fabric. I rip and tear until the front is severed, exposing her beautiful breasts to me. A feral growl leaves my lips as I stare at her pale pink nipples, hardened in the frozen air. She’s so delicate, so delicious.

“I have bad news for you, bunny,” I chuckle, trailing the tip of the blade trail lightly over her stiffened peaks. It’s just a whisper of a touch, not enough to make her bleed. Not yet. “You’re mine now. And I’m not letting those fuckers get their hands on what’s mine.”

Her breaths are heavy, fogging in the air. She’s teetering somewhere between pleasure and pain, and it seems like my little captive enjoys that. She closes her eyes, mouth parting with a low moan as my blade lightly nicks her skin, bringing blood to the surface. “Good,” she sighs between moans.

Her admission gives me pause. “You don’t want to be rescued, little snow bunny?” I question, furrowing my brow.

“No!” she shouts with a shake of her head, her baby blues snapping open to meet mine. Her bottom lip starts to quiver as she scans my face, searching for something. “I can’t go back with them,” she pants, her voice pleading as she sags back against Wyatt’s muscular form.

“Why, little bird?” he murmurs, peppering soft kisses down the slender column of her exposed neck. She moans again, tilting her head to give my brother better access. “Why don’t you want to be saved?” he presses. “You just ran from us, now you want to hide behind your monsters?”

“Please,” she sniffles. “I know you’re not good men, and I fully intend to keep fighting you, but they want to return me to my father and I can’t go back to him. I won’t.”

Closing the remaining distance between us, I cage her between my brother and me. “Why’s that, little bunny?”

“He’ll sell my virginity to the highest bidder. I’m to be used and bred.” She starts to sway her hips against my brother’s cock as he continues his assault on her neck, leaving a string of hickies across her pale skin. “I just want to be free.”

Between her words and the sight of Wyatt’s marks, anger and jealousy wage a war inside of me. My vision turns red as I think about her father selling her tight little virgin cunt to some old asshole to be filled with his dried-up, dusty cum. Over my dead fucking body. If anyone’s going to be stuffing her full of cum, it’ll be me .

Possessive rage courses through my veins, and I can’t stop myself. I need to leave my mark on her; to claim her. I slam my lips down onto hers, and they part with a gasp. Sinking my teeth into her lip, the taste of iron hits my tongue as I rake them across the split flesh and break contact.

“You’re ours, bunny. No one touches you but us,” I grit out before bringing my blade back to her breast. “You’ll never be free of me. You can run, you can hide, you can fight us. But I will always catch you. You. Are. Mine.”

Using the sharp tip, I drag it down her skin, slicing open her flesh. Blood rushes to the surface, crimson rivulets cutting a path down her chest as she screams and flails. My brother bands an arm across her throat, his other hand snaking down her belly to the waistband of her leggings. Sliding his hand down her pants, he works his fingers to where she needs him most. I watch her expression shift from pain to pleasure as he begins to touch her. Her eyes screw shut as she mewls and moans into the winter air while he rubs her needy clit.

“That’s it, sweet girl, let us claim you,” he whispers in her ear as I return to my own task. With her mind distracted by my brother’s skilled digits, I begin carving into her skin again. Blood runs across the flat expanse of her stomach as I slice her breast.

Once complete, I take a step back to inspect my work. She’s a fucking vision. Her head is thrown back against Wyatt’s chest, face contorted in delirious ecstasy. Her blonde hair shimmers brightly in the afternoon sun, purple and red bite marks littering her neck. My brother's hand is shoved down her pants as she shamelessly grinds against him, seeking her release. But the most beautiful piece of her is her bleeding breast, now marked with my initials carved into her flesh. My girl. Mine .

“Please, I feel—,” she moans, her hips jerking rapidly. “Please, just don’t stop.”

“You want to come, Charlie?” I ask as I press into her, her blood seeping onto my shirt as the back of Wyatt’s hand brushes the front of my jeans. She writhes and grinds against him, desperate to come. Our greedy little slut .

“My name is Charlotte,” she seethes between panting breaths.

Wyatt’s hand stops moving and he jerks it from her pants. “What the fuck?” she whines at the loss of his touch. He grips her chin roughly, her juices glistening on his fingers as he tilts her face up to look at him.

“You wanna come?” he growls lowly, his voice laced with volatile rage. She nods in the slightest before he continues. “Then you will be our perfect little pet. We will call you what we want, when we want. We will use you as we want, when we want. And you will thank us for it.” His hand slides down her stomach, blood coating his fingers on the way down to rub her clit again. “Is that clear, little birdie?”

“Yes!” she gasps loudly, relieved pleasure on her face. I watch the outline of his hand through her thin leggings, stroking her quickly, and I decide to reward my little captive for being such a good girl. Bending down, I swirl my tongue through the blood coating her breast, sucking one of her stiffened nipples into my mouth. The metallic taste coats my tongue as I feverishly nip and lick at her tender tits.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Our little bunny screams as white whisps leave her pretty parted lips. “I think I’m going to come!”

“That’s our good girl,” Wyatt murmurs. “Come for us. Show us what a desperate little slut you are.”

Her entire body goes rigid as she obeys his command and succumbs to the pleasure. She silently screams into the air, humping the fingers still buried in her cunt as she rides each wave of her climax.

Rising to my full height, I take in the sight of her satiated form. Her skin’s flushed, bloody breasts heaving with each panted breath. She’s half naked, frozen, and freshly finger fucked. She’s beautiful. The urge to bend her over and bury my cock deep in her tight little cunt is overwhelming. To see her virgin blood painting my thick length– fuck . The brutish side of me is screaming to take her right now; to rut into her and fill her with my seed until she’s ripe with my child. Fuck , just the thought of those perfect tits, swollen with milk for my child makes me hard.

But that’s a stupid fantasy. We’re not supposed to keep her. Everything that happens out here is just temporary. For now, I’ll settle for her sucking me off, but pretty soon, that pussy is mine to ruin.

“On your knees,” I demand gruffly as I unzip my pants and shove them down my hips. Pulling out my cock, I stroke it roughly a few times. It’s so hard from her delicious display that I know I won’t last long.

“Wha-what?” she stammers in her dazed, post orgasmic state. It’d almost be cute if I wasn’t so fucking desperate to be inside her.

Grabbing her shoulder, I force her to the ground, placing my knife in Wyatt’s now empty hand. He eyes the bloodied blade. Judging by the bulge in the front of his pants, he needs a release just as badly as I do.

“Open your mouth, little snow bunny,” I direct. “I need to be inside you.” Still pumping my cock, I place the tip against her closed lips. They’re so pink and plush. She’s perfect. My perfect little captive .

Her half-lidded gaze lifts to mine and she greedily opens her mouth, sticking out her tongue and allowing me access to her warmth. I try to take it slowly, letting her tongue trace the crown of my cock. She explores with hesitance, but interest. It’s clear that she’s a slut deep down, just waiting for someone to come along and corrupt her. I’ll gladly help her learn.

“That’s it baby,” I praise as I slip my hand into her golden locks and gently guide her head further down my shaft. “Massage it with your tongue… just like that . Now, hollow out your cheeks.” Her mouth feels like heaven–soft and warm. “Such a good slut.”

Out of my periphery, I catch Wyatt bend to her side with the knife. Bringing the tip to the breast that I didn’t carve, he begins slicing her skin. Blood pools along her pale and pristine flesh, small drops dotting the snow beneath us. The sight has me bucking my hips, shoving to the back of her throat. She chokes and hisses, trying to pull away, but I hold her tightly by the hair and force her to take it.

“Uh-uh, bunny,” I tut. “You’re going to suck my cock like a good girl while my brother brands you, then we will take you home and get you cleaned up. Now be a good girl and make your captor come.”

She immediately obeys, suckling and licking my hardened length. I use my hand to guide her head and she lets me without a fight, completely relinquishing control. I use her mouth to chase my desire, fucking her throat with panted groans while my brother finishes carving his initials into her. It’s like she’s made for us. Our perfect plaything .

“Get up here brother,” I grit out, thrusting deeper down my bunny’s throat. “Share her mouth with me.”

Both their gazes shoot up to mine. Worry and fear fill Charlotte’s beautiful blues, while lustful madness swirls in Wyatt’s green eyes. Stepping forward, he lowers his zipper, rucking down his boxers down until his girthy cock springs free. A bead of precum pools around the piercing, glinting in the streaked sunlight. Lining up next to me, our bodies are so close that we can’t help but touch. He brings the tip to her lips, and I ease out just enough to let him shove his tip in next to next to mine.

“Fuck!” He hisses, pushing his cockhead past her strained lips.

My brother’s hard shaft rubs against mine as we both fight to squeeze inside her tight little mouth. Tears and saliva stream down our little captive’s face as she moans and whines at the intrusion. Fuck, she looks absolutely beautiful, half naked and bleeding, bound in the forest, choking on both our cocks. She’s a fucking masterpiece.

“That’s it, little pet. Suck both our cocks. Show us what a good cock whore you are.” I croon as we begin to find our rhythm.

We build up speed, finding a pace as we slide against each other. The ridges of my brother’s cock, slickened with the spit of our girl and grinding against my own, is the most sinfully delicious thing I’ve ever felt. Warmth builds in the base of my spine and my balls begin to tighten with my impending orgasm.

“I’m going to come all over you, snow bunny,” I rasp, thrusting faster. “I’m going to paint you with my cum. Are you ready?”

Behind the tears and spit and snot, I can see just how much she’s enjoying being used, and I know her greedy little pussy is weeping as we both fuck her face in tandem. I pull myself from her mouth and stroke my cock, my orgasm ripping through me and setting my entire being on fire. Sparks and tingles shoot through every nerve ending as ropes of cum cover my captive. Wyatt follows suit, pulling from her face and shooting his cum all over her bloodied tits right alongside mine. We paint her from collarbone to belly button with our sticky release.

I tuck myself away, Wyatt doing the same. Our panted breaths are the only sound as we all come down from our ecstasy. Glancing at Charlie’s slumped form in the snow, I can’t help but smile. I’ve never seen a more beautiful creature than the filthy little girl in front of me, tied up, on her knees, hickies littering her neck, covered in mine and my brother’s cum, and marked with my initials carved on her skin.

There’s absolutely no way I’m letting her go now .