Love's Hunt

Leaves crunch under my feet as I walk through the thin forest. My heart pounds with each step I take, flooding my ears until it’s nearly all I can hear. Animals call out, their cries soft, muted somehow. 

I can’t seem to hear them over the thick, pulsing sound as it winds its way through my veins. It’s hot and thick, like lava. Even my cock seems to jerk in time, jumping, pulsing, pounding with each breath ripped from my throat. 

Through the bond, I feel my wife, Kayleigh. Her emotions waver through me, spicy, jangly. I can feel her lust, her anxiety, and her longing. A smirk quirks up my lips as I tip my nose in the air.

I could find her easily if I wanted to. All I have to do is follow the bond until she’s in my grasp. But I don’t want to win that way. I want to work for it, earn it. I want my little omega to feel the rising dread as I stalk her through these trees.

She asked for this. Begged for this. With every story she read, her desire grew. I watched as her fingers dipped below the blankets so she could secretly stroke herself. 

We both pretended I didn’t see her. We both acted as if there was another reason her hands squirmed while her eyes skimmed the page. It doesn’t bother me she gets off to reading other’s fictional forays because it makes her so much wetter, so much more receptive to my deviant brand of love.

However, I have noticed a trend with these new books. She’s been devouring things with primal play. When she goes about her day, I look at the passages she highlighted, seeing what turns her on the most. 

Seems my little minx is craving a hunt. But not just any hunt. She wants to be taken down and rutted in the ground like the dirty little whore she is. My cock twitches as a soft groan erupts from my lips. 

Just picturing her face down in the dirt, her ass raised high as I take her. It’s almost enough to make me come right here, spilling my seed out on the ground instead of inside my precious omega. My filthy little wanton would be so sad to know I’ve wasted my cum by letting it splatter against the moldering foliage instead of pouring it down her throat or stuffing it into that hot pussy of hers. 

I reach down and squeeze myself, curses littering the breeze. This started out as just a fun game, but it’s soon turning into a frenzy. I need to hunt down my omega and drag her underneath me. 

Resting my hand against a nearby tree, I scan the scene, looking for anything that might convey where she is. Luckily, it’s not a massive space. It’s not like I can actually lose her. When building our dream home, I made sure there were swaths of land for just this purpose. 

But I’m not an idiot. The entire property is fenced off so no one else can intrude on our bit of fun. It also keeps her penned in, trapped, like the prized animal I’m about to devour. 

Through the bond, I sense her realization. I feel the need to escape fluttering through her, making my heart race in kind. Granted, the stakes are not as high as her heart makes it out to be. It’s not like I’m some monster that will harm her to make a point. 

But then, I know just how much she wants to please me, to allow me an actual hunt. She craves my pleasure so much it vibrates through us until it takes an almost anxious turn. What she fails to realize is I’m delighted with her whether this hunt is over quickly or not. 

Closing my eyes, I whisper into the bond, easing the building dread I feel surrounding her. The purr is almost inaudible, but I know she feels it. Soon, her heartbeat slows, making mine rest as well.

I lean back and breathe, gathering my wits about me once more. It is a game, after all, and I want to give my omega the very best of me. Hunching down to the ground, I trail my fingers through the dirt, feeling the vibrations. 

She’s not even close to me. Where is that little minx hiding? Chuckling, I turn back to the house to grab a few surprises. What she thought was a simple game is going to end up fucking with her mind more than she thought. 

Glancing at myself in the mirror, I smile as I grab the mask. True, spooky season is over, but that doesn’t mean I can’t give my omega what she’s truly craving. I slide a knife into my pocket and head back out.