Dire

“Yes, ma’am.” He was grinning. Taking off the bra had worked.

He pulled off his t-shirt, tossing it on the floor, before sliding off his jeans.

He started on his briefs, but I stilled his hand. “Not yet. That’s my job.”

“Oh yeah? Then do it.” He challenged me. His eyes were heated.

“Lie down.”

“Take off more clothes.”

“I’m already shirtless.”

“And I want to see what panties you’re wearing.”

“Lie down then.”

He lay down in the middle of the bed, and I slipped out of my jeans. I was already half naked and so close to getting him restrained, if I could only get him to trust me a little more.

“Pink. Nice.”

“Hands on the headboard.”

“You’re really going to handcuff me?”

“We both know you’re strong enough to break these anyway. Aren’t you?” I ran a hand over his bicep.

“Yeah. Oh course.” His forehead creased, and I got my answer. He couldn’t break them, but he wouldn’t admit it. Perfect.

I leaned over him while I locked on the cuffs. I was afraid that if I didn’t he’d change his mind. “Thank you, Falcon.”

“Thank you?” he looked at me with confusion.

“For being so cooperative.” I picked up my clothes and started getting dressed.

“You little bitch.”

“The little bitch with cute little tits, huh?”

Right on cue Gage opened his door. “Ready, babe?”

“Ready.”

Falcon struggled against the handcuffs. “I am going to fucking kill you, asshole. And I’ll have you too, you little twit!”

I didn’t wait. If he struggled for much longer he’d probably break the bed and free himself. I jumped into my jeans and accepted Gage’s out stretched hand.

Falcon’s screaming carried all the way down the stairs as we ran into the snowy, frigidly cold night.

“He’s going to be in a lot of trouble when Hunter gets home.”

“You mean because he’s almost naked and handcuffed to Hunter’s bed, or because we’re missing?”

“Both. Hunter didn’t want me looking at you. I can’t imagine how he’ll handle any excuse Falcon could possibly throw his way.”

***

The snow had started without me noticing. I was prepared for the cold and wind, but not for the swirling flakes of snow and sleet that stung my face as they made contact with my skin.

“We sure picked a great night to break out,” Gage squeezed my hand.

“It’s not like we had a choice.” We hurried through the cold night, trying not to look over our shoulder too often. We were both afraid that we were being followed.

“There’s no way we’re making it to town before daybreak.” Somehow I hadn’t thought this far ahead. Getting out of the house was the farthest I’d made it.

“We need to find shelter.”

“But we can’t stay around here. The witches might find us. They’re probably watching the highway.”

“Witches?”

“Oh. You don’t know about them?”

Gage laughed a ‘I’m losing my mind’ kind of laugh. “Nope. I guess I missed that fire side chat.”

His words stung whether he wanted them to or not. My talks with Hunter weren’t by choice. “There are scary psycho witches around.”

“Are you sure he didn’t just make them up? Maybe he was trying to scare you from running away?”

“If he did, it didn’t work.”

“No it didn’t.” Gage started heading away from the main highway. At least he listened. “There’s some abandoned railroad tracks this way, and I’m almost positive there’s another road beyond them.”

“They caused the accident; the wolves did.” It felt good to say it out loud.

Gage squeezed my hand. “I know. I just don’t know why.”

I refused to look at him. It was easy to do as we marched through the cold night. “They were going to give you to the witches, so they wouldn’t take an innocent local as a slave.”

“The rest of that comment aside, I wouldn’t have been innocent?”

“They thought driving through that snowstorm made you less worth saving I guess.”

“And you changed their mind?”

“Yeah. I look like his ex or something.”

“Hunter’s?” Gage picked up the pace slightly, and I worked to keep up. “Yeah. Because that’s not freaky at all.”

“No kidding… but he never told me what happened to her. Every time I brought it up he shut his mouth.”

“I’m sure he has plenty of secrets.”

“Do you think they’re going to hunt us down? I mean they do have our names, and they know where we are from.”

“I’ve thought of that, but we can’t afford to worry about that now. We’ve come this far.”

“I agree.” My hood blew off from a strong gust of wind, so I secured it on my head again.

“It’s freezing out tonight.”

“I’d have thought after all your time outside the past few days you’d be immune,” I teased. It felt good to tease him. Normal in a way nothing had been for days.

“Not at all, besides it feels even colder.”

“I know.”

“And darker.” There was only a sliver of the moon that night. We walked through the blackness, aided only by the faint glow of the moon. I repeatedly tripped over tree roots once we reached the woods, but Gage kept catching me before I fell face first into the snowy ground.

“I think we found the railroad tracks.” Gage bent down and started brushing snow off something.

“So we’re getting close.”

“Closer. Besides, maybe we’ll get lucky and find some shelter around here.”

“Luck? What’s that?”

He laughed. “I think we’re both due a little bit of that.”

The strong wind continued as we stumbled along. My feet ached from the cold, but I didn’t dare complain. All Gage could do was pick me up and that would just slow us down. Considering I’d just seduced a werewolf, walking a few miles in the snow shouldn’t have been so hard.

“What’s that?” I squinted my eyes, trying to make out a structure in the distance.

“I don’t know. Let’s find out.”