The Dark Forest: A Collection Of Erotic Fairytales(105)

She’d have jerked back when he moved forward, but she’d forgotten about both the ankle and wrist restraints.

“Now, now,” the shorter cooed, hooking his fingers into the neckline of her black shirt. “None of that. I wouldn’t want to cut you.” His smile became all teeth. “At least not accidentally.”

The two larger males chuckled, wandering a short distance away to give him unobstructed room for movement. Arms folded across his chest, the largest cracked the smallest of smiles as he said, “Teach her, Bain.”

Goldi’s whole body startled, her eyes flying open wide as she stared first at the shorter—Bain?—and then back to his brothers. “Don’t tell me your names!” she cried, horrified. “Releasing Captives 101: Never give them information that can be used to identify you later on!”

“Oh, that’s cute,” Bain said, glancing back at his brothers. “She still thinks she’s going to be released.”

All that delicate, delicious unfurling heat of only mere moments suddenly twisted up tight in the pit of her gut. Her nipples swelled, budding against her will, adding layers of confusion to a situational onion already beginning to stink. The middle-sized male noticed. His gaze had dipped to her chest, something her wayward nipples loved. They stiffened that much more.

“Of course you’re going to let me go,” she heard herself say. “What do you mean, you’re not?”

Bain’s toothy grin broadened. Using his own switchblade, he tapped the tip of the knife’s blade against his own chest. “Bain,” he introduced himself, before gesturing to each of his brothers in turn. “Arsen’s there in the middle.”

Arsen waved, a two-fingered hello that seemed far more menacing now than it otherwise would have been.

“And that big, hairy bastard on the end,” Bain continued, pointing to the largest of the three, “that’s Kaden.”

The thinness of the big male’s smile did not alter. “I look forward to ‘meeting’ you very soon,” he rumbled.

Her belly quivered, sending a low thump of heat all the way down to her sex. Her breath caught, and then caught again when Bain stepped in closer. So close now that he filled her vision, blocking out everything but the breadth of his shoulders, the hard, flat plain of his chest, and the glint of light shining off the knife’s edge as he brought the blade up to her face.

“And you are…” He lightly caressed the sharpness of that blade across the quivering bow of her lips. “Goldilocks,” he finished, letting her feel the knife’s sharp tip on the very point of her chin.

“H-how do you know my name?” She trembled, scared in a way that her body didn’t seem to understand and wasn’t content to follow. Her breasts felt swollen and heavy, with the peaks of her nipples scraping themselves raw against the inner softness of a shirt that now abraded them. A steady pulse was keeping a slow beat of time at direct odds with the rapid pounding of her heart. She didn’t understand it, but though her skin crawled as the icy tip of his blade followed the curve of her jaw all the way down her throat before it dipped, sharp as hell, to play in the hollow of her collarbones, her pussy throbbed and burned and flowed.

“Were-bear prerogative,” Arsen said, circling around to her back. He was scenting the air. Could he smell the heated trickle slipping like phantom fingers along her female slit? Oh, hell!

“We’ve been investigating your burglaries for some time,” Kaden told her, sidestepping to get a better view as Bain’s blade traced from her throat, down over the neckline of her black shirt and tucked itself under the reinforced hem.

“We know about all nineteen of them,” Bain told her, his dark eyes as sharp and as glinting as the blade he held between her aching breasts. “You’ve been a bad, bad girl, Goldi.”

“I’ve pulled a hundred and thirty-seven burglaries, dickwad,” she told him. “Your investigative skills are for shit.”

She should have kept her mouth shut, but it was worth it just to see that startlement chase the smirk from Bain’s all too handsome mouth.

He retaliated with little more than a flick of his wrist, and the sharpness of his swtichblade snicked through her form-fitting neckline. She gasped, at first positive he’d cut her, and then gasped sharper still when he seized her shirt in both hands and in two powerful yanks, rent the fabric from neck to hem.

Goldi stared down at herself in shock, the pale of her skin now bisected by the bright red of her bra, both of which now stood in stark contrast with the torn black halves of her favorite go-to-work clothes.

“That was a thirty dollar shirt.” She managed to sound a little miffed about it, but inside her heart was racing and not because she was scared. Her pulse jumped, her gut tightened, and every nerve inside her thumped once sudden and hard when Kaden came at her. He caught her jaw in his massive hand, jerking her head up and holding her wide-eyed stare.

“Are you trying to be tough with us, Goldi?” he asked, his tone as soft as a lover, but his stare was so dark and hard as to make him anything but. “Because we don’t have to be this gentle with you. In fact, we won’t be this gentle with you for very much longer. Do you really want to hasten its end?”

“No, no. Please, take your time,” she assured him. “It’s just, if I should fall asleep, please wake me. I wouldn’t want to miss it if you ever get around to the good stuff.”