Page 55 of Betrothed

She leaned up and pressed a kiss to his chin, then stepped back. The adrenaline was already starting—a warm curl in her gut and a tingle in her feet, getting her ready to run.

“Give me a twenty-second head start,” she said. “Then come for me.”

Zax nodded eagerly. He was always hungry for it, even after they had done this so many times. He loved to play, and this was his favorite game of all.

Fawn turned and sprinted away. Her heartbeat pounded as she picked up her pace. Usually, she didn’t get to the cave before he caught her.

She ran as hard as she could, everything in her lighting up as she convinced her body she was in danger. She spotted the river first, and then the cave, still hidden under a curtain of leaves. She strained, sprinting harder.

Then she heard it. Thumping footsteps, so fast and savage that she never had a chance.

Fawn gritted her fangs and tried to run faster. The cave was so close! She reached out toward the curtain of leaves, straining, her finger barely starting to brush the soft fibers⁠—

Big, hard arms closed around her middle and catapulted her inside. She landed so hard that it knocked the wind out of her, but she did not scrape against the hard stone. Zax had wrapped his arms around her to protect her from that. When they prepared ahead of time, they placed a soft layer of blankets down for her to land on. But there were no blankets for Fawn this time, only unyielding stone as Zax wrestled her onto her stomach.

Fawn hissed and fought, swiping her claws and trying to bite his hands. He had old bite marks on his chest from these repeated encounters, which he proudly called “love marks.”

“Be still,” Zax said, panting eagerly. “You are no match for me.”

He pinned her down effortlessly. Even with the claws and fangs that his brother’s magic had given her, Fawn could not truly put up a fight against him. And she didn’t want to. She was no one’s prey anymore, but it was fun to pretend sometimes.

Fawn went lax underneath him, panting. “What will you do with me?”

“A good question.” Zax kissed her neck, making her shiver. “What shall I do with my sweet little doe?”

Fawn snapped her fangs at him.

Zax laughed joyously. “Sharp little doe,” he corrected.

He rubbed his hardening cocks against her backside. Fawn bit her lip against a smile as he tapped her hip, a silent question to ask if he was okay to rip her dress. They brought many of them these days for this very reason.

Fawn nodded, her cheek pillowed against the hard rock.

Zax ripped her dress with his eager claws. Fawn struggled against him, as she always did during this part. He even ripped her underclothes, and Fawn tried to remember how many they had stuffed in her pack last night.

“It is pointless to fight,” Zax said, pulling her up onto her knees and stripping her ruined dress away to expose her holes. “You are helpless. I can do whatever I wish with you.”

“But—” Fawn moaned, grinding back against him as he aligned his pointed cockheads against her holes. “You’re so big. You won’t fit. Not even one, let alone both!”

Zax growled against her hair. “You will take me. I can smell how badly you want it.”

“But,” Fawn began again.

Her protest turned into a yell as Zax shoved inside, fast and brutal, no slick to ease the way.

Fawn cried out. It didn’t hurt, exactly—the magic didn’t allow for that. But the stretch felt impossible, like she really couldn’t take it. Not to mention the dry drag of his cock in her ass, with only his precum to smooth his thrusts. He did get deliciously wet, but it would still take a long time for him to get wet enough to make her ass as slick as her other hole.

And they didn’t have time. They never did when they played this game. It was quick and rough, Fawn’s knees biting into the cold stone with each thrust. The cave filled with the sound of Fawn’s cries and Zax’s animal grunts, getting louder and louder as his thrusts grew more punishing.

“I can’t,” Fawn moaned, playing into the game. “Gods, it’s too much! I can’t take it!”

“You are taking it,” Zax panted. He placed a hand on her neck and pressed her down, making her back arch. “Look how well you take my cocks. I think I will keep you. Would you like that, little doe? Do you want to be taken back and mated over and over until you are filled with me? Would you still use your claws on me, or would you beg for it?”

Fawn whimpered. It was hard to keep the giggle out of her voice, but she did it anyway. For once, she loved playing the role of a meek, helpless woman. Only if they both knew it was a lie. Only if they knew she would claw chunks out of him if she wanted to.

“Even when you tried to bite me, I could smell how much you needed this. You wanted me to catch you. To—to—” Zax cut off with a whine, grinding his cocks deep into her holes. He would not last much longer. Fawn could feel his cocks twitching, twin sensations as he barreled toward release.

There was a familiar heat in Fawn’s gut, too. She reached back and tangled a shaky hand over Zax’s broken horn, gliding her fingers over its beloved grooves.