KillerClown4u: Don’t overthink it. Don’t question it. Trust your heart. Are you in?
I stop thinking. Stop questioning. Stop everything and justfeel.
My body is pumped full of so much adrenaline I feel high. My head is still a chaotic mess, but if I really focus on individual thoughts, I find most of them leaningtowardWolfe instead of away from him. I picture the way his hands felt on my body. The way his deep voice rasped his demands in my ear. The way he controlled my every breath. The comforting presence of him at my back.
I think of the way his quirky comments and quotes make me feel happy and content. The way he makes me smile. The excitement that pours into me every morning when I wake up, knowing I’ll get to talk to him again. The sadness that consumes me when he goes away for work. I think about the way his scent not only grounded me but stopped my anxiety in its tracks.
Above all else, I think of the way my heart is tugging toward him, calling out to him, squeezingfor him.
This may be the stupidest decision I ever make in my life. I may regret this until my dying breath, but God help me, I’ve already fallen for the Devil and I’m ready to join him in Hell.
FoxBabe20: I’m in.
Chapter Sixteen
KillerClown4u:Meetmeat7449 Shady Oak Street at 10:00 pm. Wear a dress. Don’t disappoint me, Little Fox.
I received that message a few hours ago, and now here I am, standing in the middle of Denver’s oldest cemetery. I really should have looked the address up before I blindly accepted his so-called invitation. But when I said I was in, I meant it. So here I am, at 10 PM sharp, wearing a dress that is better suited for a hot summer day at the lake. At least I had a good sense to wear a sweater and myKedsso my feet wouldn’t get cold.
I’m not stupid. Wolfe chose a cemetery for a reason. This isn’t just a place to talk and get to know each other. It’s a place to play. I told him I needed a month, and he gave me exactly that.
As I step through the rusted metal gate, I find myself swathed in darkness. Only a few lights shine through the cemetery from ancient-looking light poles. Much like the heavily forested areas around Shiloh’s property, the cemetery is covered in a dense thicket of trees. Colorado doesn’t adhere to normal weather laws, and winter can come just as quickly as it leaves. Tonight, it’s cold. More than that—it’s foggy, creating an ominous setting for our first official…date.
I’m unbelievably aware that I could be walking into a trap. I know this could be my last night on earth. I know Wolfe could be more than just the Devil. He could be a real-life serial killer. Yet even with all that knowledge, it’s still not enough to stop me as I take my first step into the cemetery and then my second and then my third. I don’t stop, I don’t falter, I just keep going.
I adjust my cross-body purse on my shoulder, my phone in one hand, my mace in the other. I may trust him. I may even care about him, but I’m not an idiot. I also know mace can’t do shit if he has a weapon or is really intent on hurting me beyond what I crave. But I’ve decided to lean into the chaos that consumes me. I’ve decided to embrace the urges that have been dormant and unsatisfied since Oscar.
Oscar and I played in a cemetery once. It was the first time I’d ever tried primal play, and it was incredible. The exhilaration of being hunted. The chase, the adrenaline—there’s nothing else like it. Except, of course, the catch. Oscar enjoyed primal, but it wasn’t his favorite. I’m a firm believer in the fact that all parties involved have to be just as interested in the kink as their partners. If not, it comes off as uncomfortable and forced.
My eyes flit down to my phone to check the time, and I find that it’s ten after. I open up the messaging app to see if he’s said anything, but there’s nothing new. I slide my phone into my purse along with the mace,for now,as I step deeper into the cemetery. The wind blows, sending a wave of goosebumps along my skin. All my senses are alive and aware right now as I try to figure out if I’m alone or not.
The sound of leaves falling from the trees mix with the song of the night. Crickets chirp throughout the dead grass and tombstones. Streaks of pale light cast down from the moon, creating shadows along the ground. Every time the wind blows it causes the branches of the surrounding trees to move, the shadows dance, and I jump. A ball of emotion lodges itself in my throat, a mixture of fear and elation. The elation that this is finally happening. That I’m finally going to see him. Fear that I’ve been an idiot and gotten this all wrong.
“Are you afraid, Little Fox?” His deep voice echoes through the cemetery, bouncing off the tombstones and trees. My heartbeat goes from a steady, quick thump to a rapid pounding drum in an instant. I spin in a circle, looking, seeking, needing to finally lay eyes on him. My breath catches in my throat when I come up empty-handed.
“Where are you?” I ask, my voice surprisingly even. “Come out, Wolfe.”
His chuckle is dark and mocking. Sending another wave of chills skittering across my exposed flesh. A wave of awareness prickles down my back, letting me know someone is behind me. I spin again, a wide smile plastered across my face.Gotcha.My eyes widen when I find…nothing.
“You don’t make the rules tonight,Sweetling,” he growls. I may be afraid. I may be nervous. But nothing compares to the way I feel hearing that word for the first time in his beautiful voice. I melt a little inside, and some of the coldness coating my body turns to warmth. “Why are you smiling like that?”
“What?” I mumble, my brows furrowed. Where is he? I just need to keep him talking so I can narrow down where his voice is coming from. Right now, it sounds like he’s everywhere and nowhere all at once.
A long pause follows my question, making my nerves ramp up a few notches. “I must not be doing a very good job at this if you’re smiling and laughing.”
I almost do bark out a laugh at that. He sounds utterly offended. “Do you want to scare me, Wolfe?” I ask, my voice a breathy pant. I’m so fucking turned on right now, I’m questing if I’ll be able to get through whatever this is without begging for his cock. I wonder what his plans are for me. I wonder if he’s going to fuck me tonight against a cold tombstone. I should have told him I’m on—
“No,” he grunts, sounding much closer now. “I want toterrifyyou.” My heart lurches at his words, and a wave of arousal washes over me. My clit is throbbing. My pussy is soaking wet. My hands are trembling. My senses are heightened to the extreme, making everything feel like so muchmore.
More. More. More.
As if in answer to my unspoken words, the sound of something clattering to the ground next to me has me bolting for my life. Footsteps pound the ground behind me. I propel myself forward, my arms and legs working in perfect synchronization. Years of training, running marathons and trails come narrowing to this exact moment when I need it the most. My breaths come in rapid pants as I weave my way between tombstones and grave sites.
“I’m sorry,” I cry out, apologizing to the deceased for such blatant disrespect as I stumble over one of their plots.
Wolfe takes advantage, gaining on me in my moment of distraction. “You’re not, but you will be,” he snaps, his voice more animal than anything else. I grin to myself, fighting the urge to correct his assumption, but I use the extra breath in my lungs to push harder.
The cemetery is a massive collection of hills and valleys, trees, and open land. Since it’s the oldest one in the city, it’s not maintained as well as it should be. There are tall weeds, keeping the ground hidden in some areas and the terrain rough. I trip multiple times, barely catching myself before faceplanting. I need to come up with a plan. Do I hide? Do I escape? Climb a tree?