Hunted for the Holidays

Epilogue

EPILOGUE

MATCH MADE IN HELL BY DUTCH MELROSE

One Year Later

M ud splatters off my dirtied boots onto the shiny white marble floor, the doorman looking down his nose at the mess I’m making. His judgmental scowl would normally make me irate, but I don’t have time for his bullshit today. My girl is waiting for me. I brush off his condescending attitude and move to the gleaming glass elevator doors.

My reflection peers back at me. I look rough . Leading a two week long expedition in the remote mountains will do that to you, I suppose. My hair is a tangled mess of dirty blonde locks, speckled with flecks of blood and mud. My eyes are sunken and rimmed with darkness from lack of sleep, but there’s no denying the spark in them. A smile spreads across my face as I think about my girl, just an elevator ride away, waiting for me.

Being back in the mountains–in the same environment where I met my little bird–brought back so many memories. Despite the fatigue and need for extreme focus as I led my hunting expedition, she was constantly on my mind. And now, being back here, so close to her, I’m feeling feral. Like a caged animal, I’m barely able to contain my aggressive hunger for her. My cock stirs to life in my pants at just the thought of sinking inside her pretty pussy.

The elevator dings and I hurry inside. Pushing the penthouse button, I pace back and forth in the small space. With each floor I climb, my anticipation climbs with it. I want to claim every inch of her flesh with my tongue the moment I get near her. She’s mine , and I’ve gone too long without her begging and writhing beneath me.

The elevator jerks to a stop at the top floor. With a short ding, the doors slide open. I shove my broad shoulders through the tight opening, barreling into our home.

“Little bird!” I call into the dim apartment. “Come out, come out, wherever you are,” I growl, voice raw with hunger as the beast within me claws to sink its fangs into my pretty little prey. My brother is working late tonight. Our girl is all mine .

Kicking off my muddied boots so I don’t upset my posh princess, I sneak through the darkened foyer in bare feet. All the lights in our home are off, but I know she’s here. I can sense her hiding among the shadows.

“I know you’re here, little bird,” I singsong as I stalk through the expansive space of our open-concept penthouse. “If you come out now, I’ll let you off easy.”

Silence.

My sneaky little girl. She’s become our absolute obsession over the past year. Once the winter storms cleared, we returned to New York. Charlie told everyone Kit had been in a terrible skiing accident and died, and that she would have frozen to death in the woods if two handsome brothers on an excursion to bond hadn’t come along and saved her. We were regaled as fucking heroes. Derek took full control of the entire family company, making us very wealthy.

Charlie’s dad was happy she made it home, until he realized he wasn’t getting her back. We immediately moved her into the penthouse with us. I opened a very successful hunting expedition business, and Charlie, despite the way our relationship came to be, started her own organization, Brave Bunny. When she isn’t busy sucking our dicks and being stuffed full of our cum, she’s helping women get the resources they need to escape abusive relationships. To the outside world, she and Derek are an engaged power couple and I’m the young playboy brother with rugged good looks.

But inside these walls, it’s us; all of us, together. One day, we’ll tell the world about us, cause fuck society and their judgments. But for now, we’re happy. And hopefully, pretty soon it won’t just be the three of us living here happily anymore.

As I turn the corner into our living room, the twinkling of lights brightens the darkness. A giant Christmas tree sits in the corner of the room, shimmering lights wrapped around the branches and illuminating the space. The light refracts off the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook the city skyline, bathing the space in a warm glow.

“Oh naughty little bird, come out! I have a present for you.” My cock thickens behind my zipper as I think about the package I brought home for my girl.

A string of lights is askew, lying fallen across the floor in front of the tree. It looks as though someone was adding them, but stopped when they heard me… she must be close. I move slowly through the space, snapping into hunting mode as my eyes scan the shadows for any movement.

Rounding the couch, the slightest movement catches my eye. The tree twitches. It was the most minuscule of motions, but I know what I saw. I can’t help the smile that spreads across my unshaven face.

“I know you’re hiding, love. If you come out now and get on your knees like a good little slut, I’ll take it easy on you.” I casually stalk around the side of the tree, cutting off her escape route. “If you make me pull you out of there, though, I will punish you.”

A sudden blur shocks me. My girl shoots out from behind the tree, eagerly trying to escape. Her lithe form slips between my shoulders and the window.

She’s quick.

I’m quicker.

Grabbing her by the shirt, I pull harshly and her body flies backwards, crashing to the ground. Before she can react, I’m on her. I use my weight to pin her beneath me. Ripping and tearing at her clothes, I begin to expose her pristine flesh.

“Wyatt! Stop! My shirt!” She howls as I tear the straps of her little cami. She bucks her hips, desperately trying to knock me off of her. But I’m too big, too strong, and too hungry for her. Placing my hand in the hemline of her ruined shirt, I rip and pull until her beautiful breasts spring free. I can’t contain the growl that leaves my lips. I’ve missed her. Bringing my head down, I find my initials scarred in her flesh and run my tongue along the lines. My girl moans as I lick and suck at the marks I’ve left on her. My marks. My claim. My girl.

I rise back up, resting on my knees. “I missed you, little bird,” I coo as I move some hair from her face. Pushing a golden lock behind her ear, she leans into my touch. Then she knocks me backwards with a harsh shove.

I stumble back, catching myself with my outstretched arms. My naughty girl takes the opportunity to flip onto her stomach and begin to crawl away. Silly girl still hasn’t learned I will always catch her.

Or maybe she just likes the hunt as much as I do.

Shifting my weight forward again, I catch her by the waistband of her sleep shorts. She shrieks and kicks as she attempts to shake me off. I pull as hard as I can, ripping her shorts down her thighs and exposing her beautiful ass to me. It’s fucking perfect—plump and round and so fucking sweet. I can’t help myself, I’m a man possessed when it comes to her. I lean down and sink my teeth into the soft flesh of her cheek until I feel the skin snap. The warm metallic taste of her blood rushes onto my tongue as she cries out in agony. I lick along the bite mark I just made on her ass. Rising back up, I hold her with one hand and adjust my throbbing cock with the other. I can’t wait to stuff her cunt full of all the cum I’ve saved up for her over the last two weeks. She’ll be pregnant before New Years.

A devious idea strikes me, a smirk pulling at the corners of my lips as I stare down at my naked little bird, completely vulnerable and at my mercy. My hardened cock strains against my pants as I watch her struggle against my hold, her bloodied ass rubbing teasingly against the bulge behind my zipper. Grabbing the string of lights laying on the ground next to us with my free hand, I start wrapping the cord around her arms.

“Wyatt, what the fuck are you doing?” Charlie shrieks as I tightly wrap the string around her arms, binding them together down the length of her back.

“That’s it, baby. Fight me. I fucking love your fight,” I growl as I weave the laminated string around her core, front, and back.

“This isn’t funny, Wyatt. Let me go!” she thrashes and flails as I loop the string of lights over her head, creating a festive binding around her beautiful tits and abdomen.

“Never, little bird.” I pull on the string lights, ripping her off the floor so that her back is flush with my front. “I will never let you go, love. You’re mine.”

Snaking my hand down her body, I caress her heaving tits. They’re so perky and pink and begging to be played with. She’s gained a little weight since moving in with us, causing her curves to fill out in the most delicious way. I pull on her needy buds, causing my girl to cry out. My makeshift bondage keeps her secured and completely at my mercy as I flick and pull on her nipples until they’re both stiffened to hard points. She pants and moans as I assault her beautiful breasts.

Pulling her onto her knees, I shove her shoulders down. She’s bent over with her ass up in the air and shimmering Christmas lights binding her tightly. My perfect present. I run a finger through her folds.

“So fucking wet.” I lower my zipper and my hard dick immediately springs free. “Did you miss your boyfriend's cock, little pet?”

“Yes,” she moans loudly as I sink two fingers inside her and begin pumping in and out of her slickened hole.

“Do you want my cock?” I tease as I shove my pants and boxers down. I rub the pierced tip of my cock against her needy clit and she vibrates with need.

“Yes, please. Wyatt, I need you.”

“And are you off the fucking birth control, pet?”

“Yes, sir,” she whines as she rubs her soaking slit against me.

Her words snap something inside me. She needs me. My girl needs me to give her my cum. She needs me to fill her womb. Holding her tightly by her hips, I bury myself inside her in one thrust. Fuck ! She’s so tight and warm. She cries out, her body seizing up at the sudden intrusion. I give her a moment, allowing her walls to meld to my girth, before I begin to harshly snap my hips.

“I’m going to fill you so full of my cum that it drips out of you. Do you want that, little bird? Do you want all of my cum? You want me to fill your womb until you’re swollen with my child?”

I fuck her mercilessly, holding nothing back. She moans and cries out with each harsh thrust of my hips.

“What the fuck is going on here?” an angry growl comes from behind us. Good , I hope he’s angry. I’ve thought of little else over the past two weeks except the two of them together without me. It’s his turn to be jealous.

“Hello, big brother,” I snip between grunts as I continue to fuck my girl.

“Wyatt,” she moans as I bring a hand around her front to strum her hardened clit.

I hear Derek’s belt and zipper coming undone. I don’t turn. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction. He’s had her to himself for weeks. Now, it’s my turn.

Without warning, his fingers snake into my hair. With a stinging snap, he pulls my head back. His darkened eyes bore into mine, lust and fury swirling in his irises. His other hand is wrapped around his cock, pumping hard. His lips crash against mine in a bruising kiss. He doesn’t just kiss me—he claims me. His tongue is full of desperate possessiveness as it sweeps through my open mouth. Beneath me, our little captive whines at the loss of my punishing thrusts.

“Get her up,” Derek growls in a tone so deep it sets my soul on fire as he pulls his lips from mine. “Bend her over the arm of the couch.” His deep and desperate demand makes my balls tighten in anticipation.

He releases my hair and straightens. I immediately follow his demands, pulling my girl up to her legs using the string lights to guide her. I push her to the side of the couch and shove her down.

“Fuck her, little brother. Let’s remind our captive exactly who she belongs to,” Derek instructs, staring down at our bound and helpless girl as precum weeps from the tip of his hardened cock.

I’m unable to deny him. I sink back into Charlie’s warmth from behind. She moans and her walls flutter around me. The colorful lights cast a festive glow across her pristine flesh. My perfect gift.

“Does his cock feel good, little bunny?” Derek asks from behind me as I pound into her pussy with wild abandon.

“Yes! Yes!” she cries as my hips hit the bloodied bite on her ass cheek.

“Your turn, little brother,” Derek says, shoving me down so my elbows bracket Charlie. I hear the crack of a plastic cap before warmth seeps down my back and between my ass cheeks. “Fuck her while I fuck you.”

I immediately tense at his words. We’ve fucked around a lot over the last year, but this would be… new .

“I’ve already stuffed her cunt full of my cum, now let me fill your ass,” my brother murmurs into my ear as he rubs the lube around my hole before sinking a single digit into my tightened ring, demanding entry.

My little bird's walls pulse around my cock. Clearly, she likes this idea. Her moans and movements become wild and desperate as she chases her pleasure. I relax, focusing on the way her pussy grips me tightly as my brother’s finger fucks my ass. It’s all so much, almost too much, and yet not enough. Derek adds a second finger, pumping them in and out of my tight hole. Heat spreads through my core like wildfire, and without warning, Derek pulls his fingers from me.

I go to protest, but sense him lining up behind me, pulling my cheeks apart. The tip of his massive cock pushes at my hole. I clench up, suddenly overwhelmed by the thought of taking him inside me.

“Relax brother,” he urges, dripping more lube on my ass. “Focus on her cunt.” His tone is laced with desperation. “Isn’t she tight? I’ve spent the last two weeks stuffing her so full of my cum that she’s probably already pregnant. You’re going to have to fuck her deep and hard if you want to have any chance of knocking her up first.”

I growl loudly and pick up the pace of my hips, plowing into her pussy. Anger and lust drive me to fuck her with primal need. Derek takes the opportunity to shove the head of his cock past my tight ring, and I cry out at the fullness.

“It’s too much,” I pant into Charlie’s back.

“Focus on our girl. Make her come, little brother. I’m going to fuck you into her and make both of you come. Now, be my good boy and let me in.”

His praise causes tingles to shoot down my spine. My body vibrates with a moan of pleasure as I sink my cock as far as I can into Charlie. I slam my hips forward, scraping my pierced tip against the deepest part of her that I know makes her toes curl. She lets out a wanton moan and I’m desperately lost in her pleasure. I can’t even protest as Derek bottoms out inside me.

“Fuck!” he shouts. “You’re so goddamn tight.” He groans as he starts to thrusts in and out of me. “My two little sluts, taking cock so fucking well.”

I’m caught between them, fucking and being fucked simultaneously. The sensation is sinfully intense. My balls start to tighten, my release nearing with each stroke of his hips and seize of Charlie's walls.

“I’m gonna come!” Charlie yells as her pussy chokes my length.

“Come for us, little bunny. Cover your men in your release,” Derek demands as he thrusts roughly into me.

Charlie careens over the edge, shattering beneath me as her body fights the binds. With the next pulsing wave, she explodes, spraying her release all over my cock. Her pleasure pushes me over the edge and I come deep inside her. My entire body spasms as I fall into ecstasy with her, screwing my eyes shut, white spots dancing across my eyelids as every nerve in my body lights on fire and I unload into my girl’s pussy. Rope after rope of sticky cum covers her walls. Hopefully, it makes its way into her womb. I can’t wait to see her swollen and ripe with our child.

“Fuck!” Derek shouts behind me as he pulls his cock from my ass. Warm and sticky cum coats the small of my back as he finds his own release.

Collapsing onto the cool leather of the couch, I tug Charlie’s bound and twinkling form to my chest. I push a sweaty strand of hair from her face, her blue eyes looking up at me with so much satisfaction it makes my heart damn near skip a beat. Derek slings an arm around my shoulder, his other hand splaying across Charlie’s stomach, thumb rubbing back and forth. Our heavy pants fill the air as we come down from our combined releases until we’re left in utter silence, all of us sated and satisfied.

“I love you both,” I finally manage to whisper. “I missed you both.”

“We missed you too, little brother,” Derek says as he plants a chaste kiss on my temple. “Love you both.”

“Merry fucking Christmas to me,” Charlie sighs, a smirk spreading across her beautiful face.

“Merry Christmas, little captive.”