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Stepping off the marked path, I began to track the snapped twigs and scuffs in the dirt, using everything the Freaks had taught me about hunting. This wasn’t all that different from Fright Night, after all.

Or at least it didn’t feel that different until I heard the snap of a branch. In a second, I realized I had no idea what else was here with us. Feverpoint was the Freaks’ domain. But these woods? Anything was fair game.

My head whipped around at the second snap, looking for the quickest route back to the path. But before I could make a move for it, lithe hands were wrapping around my hips, pinning my back against the nearest tree.

With a bone-chilling laugh, Blade brought her lips to my neck. “Gotcha, Trinket.”

I could hardly catch my breath before her tongue was tracing a long line up the side of my neck, stealing the breath right from my lungs. “Blade!”

I squirmed as her cool piercing teased my chilled skin, but her hands held me firm against the tree. “God, you have no idea how desperate I’ve been for you, Tess.”

Before I could say a word, her hand was sliding down my hip, tugging my waistband down to make room for her fingers.

“Blade, Blade!” I gasped, head smacking against the tree as I pulled back from her.

“Yes?” She breathed, nails scraping against my skin. She was holding back, if barely — and I could see that even that was taking all of her restraint.

And now that those ravenous green eyes were trained on mine, I was at a loss for words. “We…We should get back to the group…”

She chuckled darkly. “Always ‘should’ with you. When are you going to give in and let me give you what you want?”

She teased a fingertip beneath my waistband, forcing a whimper from my lips. “Fuck.”

“Tell me you don’t want it, Tess. And I’ll stop.”

Another tug, and my waistband slid down farther, exposing prickled skin to the cool air.

“Because I know what I want, Trinket.” She stepped closer again, her torso warm against mine. “I took it easy on you during Fright Night. And now, I want a release.”

And just like that, her restraint snapped. With a single jerk, she had my pants around my knees. My legs unfolded for her by memory, straining against the pants to spread wider. Her palm quickly cupped me, strong fingers massaging the damp spot in my panties.

She growled upon contact, her breath warm against my neck. “Seems like you’re desperate for a release too, baby.”

Not wasting a single movement, she pulled my panties aside with her thumb, plunging her index and middle fingers between my lips on the next roll of her palm.

“Fuck!” I hissed, clenching my nails into her bicep.

“Bite me, baby. I want to bleed.”

Giving into my own desperation, I did as she said, sinking my teeth into her shoulder. I could feel her muscles shifting beneath my bite, each movement of her arm bringing a rolling wave of pleasure with it.

As she dipped deeper and deeper into my center, the bite was hardly enough to muffle my whimpers.

“You hear that, baby?” she plunged her fingers in deep, spreading them inside of me as she pulled them out. My eyes rolled back at the wet sound that accompanied the movement.

She pulled her hand away, licking lavishly between each finger, and I couldn’t help the shudder that ravaged me. She was like a wild animal devouring every last morsel of its prey. But as her eyes locked onto mine, it was clear she was far from finished with her meal.

Dropping to her knees, she ripped my pants down the rest of the way. When the pantleg failed to pull over my sneaker, she tossed that aside too, letting it bounce across the forest floor.

“My shoe!” I gasped. But the flick of her tongue over my clit quickly gave the gasp a new purpose.

Smirking, she pulled my ankle free from my pants and hoisted my thigh up over her shoulder. “You don’t need it. You won’t be able to walk when I’m done with you.”

Without warning, she plunged tongue-first into my slick folds, lapping at my center with expert precision. If her piercing had felt good on my neck, it was a fucking miracle against my pussy: a coolness to cut through my heat, something hard and smooth against the soft, slippery mess at my core.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I clenched a fist in her blonde hair, hips rocking involuntarily against her face. As my pleasure climbed, it took all of my control not to clench my thighs around her face and suffocate her.

But as if she could feel me holding back, she slapped a broad palm against my hip. I looked down, catching a glimpse of her burning green eyes before she pulled me closer against her face.