Hunted for the Holidays

Chapter 11

11

THE SUMMONING BY SLEEP TOKEN

" N o!" Charlotte screams.

The sound of her panicked voice elicits something animalistic within me. There is no reason she should be screaming, especially when I'm not there. Her screams belong to me and my brother. Only us. She’s ours. Anyone else who makes her scream will suffer. My fingers curl tighter around the ax handle and the heavy footfalls of my boots crunching in the snow are echoed by the sound of Wyatt's as he runs behind me.

We reach the spot I left Charlotte, and anger boils in my veins as I see a man with his hands on my bunny. For the last seven years, all I’ve wanted–all I’ve thought of–is revenge on Kit for stealing my life from me. But as I watch this asshole roll his body on top of Charlie, I see fucking red. I realize in that moment that I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want her .

"What the fuck," Wyatt grumbles as he stops beside me.

"Hands off our fucking girl," I spit, stepping closer.

The man whips his head around as he pulls Charlotte against his chest, narrowing his eyes on me and my brother. "Stop right there, boys."

"Or what?" Wyatt asks, his voice even, his eyes feral.

"Listen," the man starts to reason. "She's important to her father. He’s worried about her, and I need to get her back home."

"She is home," I state, advancing on them.

His eyes flicker between me and Wyatt. Staggering backward, he tries to drag Charlie with him and run, but Wyatt lunges after them, tackling the man. They all fall to the ground, a mess of limbs and screams. Wyatt manages to stand, ripping Charlie away and pushing her behind him protectively.

"Hey!" the man on the ground shouts. "You can't do that! You don't know who she is! What she's worth!"

"She's ours , that's who the fuck she is," I snarl. “And she’s worth more than you’ll ever fucking know.”

He darts out a hand in one last sad attempt to touch our girl. Wrong move . Blood-curdling screams fill the air as I swing the ax down, severing his hand from his body. Crimson sprays out as the bloodied stump that was once his arm falls to the ground. The chunk of flesh twitches as it hits the snow, and Charlotte's eyes go wide, her face draining of color. Her pale lashes flutter as she passes out from the gruesome sight. My brother catches her, cradling her body against his muscular chest. The sight of them together warms something inside me.

"Take her back to the cabin," I instruct Wyatt.

Instead of his normal snarky comments, he doesn't object–he just nods as he cradles her protectively against his chest. Our sweet little captive is too pure to see any more of this. Part of me wishes she was awake to see this though, so she could see what we’re capable of, how far we’re willing to go for her.

She's ours to protect and ours to ruin.

Wyatt stalks off toward the cabin with Charlie in his arms and I turn my attention back to the fucker in front of me. Blood pours from his stump as a belligerent stream of curses leave his lips.

"You're a fucking idiot! She's worth so much money if you just turn her over!"

"She's mine," I scoff. "I'll be dead before I let anyone besides my brother and I lay a goddamn finger on her."

"They'll keep looking. Her father won't stop," he continues on, as if anything he could say will change my mind. “Her virgin cunt is a goldmine. Men are lined up with pockets of cash they’re willing to pay her father for that untouched pussy.”

"Let them come. Plenty of wild animals out here to eat the bodies," I shrug. “But that cunt is mine .”

"You're fucking delusional!"

"And you're fucking dead," I reply nonchalantly, rearing back my arm and bringing the ax straight down on his skull.

The bones crunch as I connect, his face shattering as he dies instantly. Pressing my boot to his chest, I kick him back and pry the blade from his head, blood and brain matter coating the sharpened edge.

"Now, if you don't mind, my girl wants a Christmas tree. And my girl gets what she wants.”

The snow is falling so heavily at this point that it’s difficult to even see the cabin as I make my way back. If any of the search party remains, this storm should either kill them or push them away. Once it clears up we're out of here, anyways. I have an empire to reclaim.

Kit's penthouse was supposed to be two separate units. When our fathers opened the business together, they left everything to both of us to take over, jointly. They'd split the top floor and lived out their bachelor years there. It was meant to be ours to split, but my cousin was a greedy motherfucker. I should’ve been heading up Worthington Industries, not stuck in a concrete cell. Kit took the life I was supposed to have, but I’m going to take it back, with my little bunny and my little brother by my side. She’ll be with a wealthy man alright, but her father won’t get a fucking dime for it. She’s already mine.

I toss the ax down by the back door and pull it open, the smell of apples and spices hitting my nose instantly. Wyatt is standing at the stove, stirring a pot as I tug off my stocking hat.

"Cider?" I ask.

"With whiskey," he replies, replacing the lid and turning to face me.

"Sounds fucking great. Help me get this tree in here and then we can have a glass?"

He nods, pacing across the room and following me out back.

"What the fuck is this, Derek?"

"A Christmas tree," I answer, untying the first set of knots.

"No shit. I meant that ." He motions to the tarp.

I straighten with a shrug. "I couldn't just leave him out there. The snow would've buried him before the animals got to him. Don't need another nosy prick stumbling onto him before we get off this mountain."

"Good thinking," he says, stroking his chin. "We'll get rid of him after the storm clears out."

Wyatt complimenting me like that makes my face split in a stupid grin. He's the survivalist, I'm just a felon with a degree in business from Berkeley. I like his praise. I watch as he moves the body back out of sight, his shirt rising up, revealing a sliver of hard-cut abs. As much as I can't wait to be inside Charlie's pussy tonight, I'm just as excited to share it with him.

We get the tree set up in the corner. It's nothing special, but it does feel a little more festive in here. I pour myself another glass of spiked cider and relax back on the couch. Taking a sip, the liquor burns a path down my throat as Wyatt stokes the fire. The only way this night could get better would be-

"You went back for the tree," Charlie gasps as she appears in the doorway, baby blues fixated on the evergreen.

"I told you, you could have it," I say, setting the glass down on the side table and patting my thigh in invitation. "Come here, little bunny."

Her bare feet slap against the hardwood, one of Wyatt's t-shirts swallowing her tiny figure as she pads towards me. When she's within arms reach, I tug her down onto my lap, a little gasp leaving her lips.

I nip at her earlobe. "Are you well rested, pet?"

Rolling her bottom lip between her teeth, she gives a little nod.

"Good, because tonight, my little brother and I are going to unwrap our present," I murmur, splaying my palm on her thigh.

She stiffens in the slightest at first, but as my hand trails towards the apex of her thighs, they part, welcoming my touch.

My fingers find her wet slit waiting for me, and the fact that she isn't wearing panties has my dick hardening in my sweatpants instantly. I slowly start to draw circles against her clit, her head falling back against my chest with a sigh.

"You're a greedy little whore for my touch, aren't you?"

She hums in response and I add more pressure, then another finger.

Wyatt takes a seat on the couch across from us, swallowing down some cider before pulling his erection from his pants.

"Spread your legs wider, little bird," he instructs, stroking himself. “I want to see you come undone for my brother.”

Charlie does as she's told, giving him an even better view. I slip a finger into her tight hole and she moans in response. Adding another, I pump in and out of her tight cunt. She's so fucking wet, I can't wait to get my dick inside her.

I keep working her up, preparing her to take me, Wyatt working his length as he watches. Charlie slaps a hand down on the sofa, fingers scrabbling to grip the fabric as her orgasm builds. Her release soaks my hand as I withdraw it, and l can’t contain the pleasured growl that vibrates my chest as I bring my fingers to my mouth, licking her sweet release from my digits.

"Go suck Wyatt's dick, little bunny," I command, helping her to her feet.

She’s unsteady as she ambles toward him, sinking to her knees obediently. Her lithe fingers circle his shaft as she licks around his cockhead. She flicks his piercing and he moans in delight, throwing his head back and exposing his muscular throat. Shoving down my sweats, my hard cock springs free, and I fist myself as Wyatt’s dick disappears down Charlie's throat.

He groans as he holds her head in place, bucking his hips a few times, and a flare of jealousy flickers to life inside me. I want to share in their pleasure, their pain, their everything .

Pushing to my feet, I kick my pants the rest of the way off and cross the room. I can hear Charlie's strangled gargles and soft moans as I grip her hips. Her head pauses at my touch. I pull her up and adjust her so her ass is in the air on the couch. Kneeling behind her, I drag my cock through her wetness and line myself up.

“Are you sure you want this?” I ask, teasing her slit with the tip.

Her mouth pops open as she releases my brother’s cock to speak to me. “I never thought my virginity would be mine to give away. I never thought I’d have any choice. But now I have a choice, and I choose you. Both of you.”

A feral growl vibrates my chest at her confession. She may be my captive, but she wants me. She’s choosing me. Choosing this .

“Fuck me already!” she whines before returning her lips to my brother’s cock.

Who am I to deny my pet what she wants?

"So goddamn tight, little bunny," I rasp as press forward, inching inside her tight canal.

Her head whips around, blue eyes welling with tears as a small cry leaves her pouty lips. She's so fucking beautiful like this, writhing in a toxic mix of pain and pleasure, sandwiched between my brother's cock and my own. Any semblance of restraint I had disintegrates at the sight of her pretty face. I snap my hips forward, bottoming out inside her sweet pussy. The resistance within her snaps as I claim my girl, and the knowledge that I’m the first cock to enter her tight cunt has my balls tingling with impending orgasm already. But I won’t come–not until my bunny drenches my cock with her sweet release.

She screams at the intrusion, Wyatt taking the opportunity to shove her open mouth back down on his dick.

Fisting her hair, he holds her in place as I pull back and slam in again, her cunt gripping me for dear life. God, I've never felt anything as good as being balls deep inside her. The way her pussy strangles my shaft with every thrust is fucking out of this world.

I reach around and find her clit, rubbing furious circles against it. Her inner walls flutter as I bring her closer toward ecstasy, and my balls start to tighten, the familiar tingle building at the base of my spine as I continue my assault. I slow my hips, savoring each thrust.

"Pull her off, little brother," I grit out.

Wyatt's green eyes blaze wild at the instruction, thinking I'm going to keep him from coming.

"Trust me."

Reluctantly, he obeys, Charlotte rising up to her hands. My fingers dig into the soft flesh of her thighs, my hand cracking down on the pale skin of her ass as she screams out. A red handprint blooms across her cheek as I piston my hips, chasing my release. I bring my hand back to her clit, strumming the hardened nub until I feel her reach the peak of pleasure. And then we crash. I splay my hand against her lower back, forcing her down as I feel my balls start to empty. Wave after wave of pleasure shoots through me as I defile her with my cum.

I ease back out of her, blood and cum coating my shaft. Her cunt is a weeping mess, red and swollen with our combined releases dripping out of her, and if it isn't the prettiest thing I've ever fucking seen, I don’t know what is. I’ve never felt this damn possessive before, but fuck me , seeing her blood on my cock is the best present I could have gotten today.

"Your turn, little brother," I growl, tipping my head at Wyatt.

A smile splits his face as he eagerly trades me places. Snatching her by the ankles, Wyatt flips Charlie onto her back, her face puffy and red, tears trailing down her cheeks as her chest heaves.

"I wanna watch my little bird, take all of my cum," he says, crawling between her thighs. “Are you going to be my good girl and come on my cock?”

She nods in between choked sobs. He doesn't waste any time sheathing himself inside her swollen cunt, and even though I was just there stretching her open, her eyes still screw shut as he rams in.

Dropping down, his elbows bracket her head, his ass flexing with each movement. I can't help but think about how fucking tight he will be, too.

I suck a finger into my mouth and go around behind him. He doesn't still or slow as I slap his ass. I grab his muscular cheeks in each hand and spit on his puckered hole. My finger traces the tight ring of muscle before I ease the tip inside.

He lets out a moan as I push in past the knuckle, and he ruts into Charlie even harder. I add a second and his head drops to Charlie's chest, biting down on her pert nipple. She cries out, her back arching even under the weight of both of us.

"More," Wyatt growls.

"Look at that, I've got two greedy little sluts," I preen, spitting and working another digit inside. His greedy ass happily takes my fingers while he fucks our girl at a punishing pace. It pushes Wyatt to the edge, his moans wild, his body jerking as he chases his release.

“Come for me, little bird. I need to feel you come with me,” Wyatt pants out before bringing his lips to Charlie’s in a bruising kiss.

They come together, my girl crying into my brother’s mouth as she squirts her release all over herself and my little brother’s dick. He roars an animalistic cry as he empties himself into her. I can feel each spasm of his release as I continue to pump my digits into him through his orgasm.

I pull my fingers out, relaxing on the couch as Wyatt twists around, shifting Charlie's spent body to lay atop his heaving chest. And as I look at them, I can't think of a better way to celebrate Christmas.