The Four Leaf (A Holinight Novella)

Samantha

The cool wind slaps against my face as I sprint through the alley. No matter how much adrenaline pumps through my veins, or how fast I think I’m moving, my ten seconds will likely be up before I reach the edge of the woods. I force the possibility from my mind. If I don’t, I won’t be able to focus or maneuver through the thick cluster of trees when I reach them.

Luckily, they’re extremely close together on the outskirts of the park, one tree no more than a foot away from the next. They stretch high into the night sky, drowning out most light pollution. This plays in my favor, considering I’m in dark clothes and he has on another white Henley.

Unfortunately, though, because of the darkness, I will have a hard time winding through. I’ll need to be careful not to fall, and even more so not to make a lot of noise while I’m running.

The count in my head reaches zero just as my hand makes contact with the first tree. The rough texture of the bark scratches against my palm while I use it to guide me inside.

My heart hammers in my chest, my nerves nearly vibrating through me, but I push through, focusing on the excitement swirling in my stomach. I mean, I want him to catch me, but there’s a part of me that’s completely terrified of what exactly he’s going to do.

I have an idea, though the idea of needing a safeword makes me anxious, but in a good, I’m-probably-going-to-pass-out-from-the-pleasure-way.

Dead leaves and twigs crunch under my shoes, but thinking about it, it’s nearly impossible to be quiet until I get deeper inside, where the trees begin to thin out more.

A stray skinny branch nicks me in the shoulder, and I have to cover my mouth to keep the curse from spewing out. I’m already making more than enough noise, since the bagpipes and cheers are fading the farther I go.

I take a few turns, my body instinctively leading me to the spot we all used to visit when we were younger. There’s a clearing not too far ahead that has trees with low, but strong branches I can climb.

An image of Adrian yanking me from a tree invades my mind. He said he planned to hurt me, and though I’m not one hundred percent sure how, I wonder if he’s rough enough to do that. If he plans to command everything that’s coming.

Is the Adrian in bed the same tender, loving man I’ve known nearly my whole life? Or is he rough and rugged, ready to leave marks and bruises of his victory?

I pull in a hard breath, my pussy quivering from the thought. I’ve dreamt of excitement for so long, and how I thought spanking or a throat grab would suffice, I’ll never know.

Finally, I break through a tight cluster of trees and into the clearing. Just as I remember when we played here as kids, there’s a large stump in the center, surrounded by a patch of deep green clovers. Overhead, the once clear sky is now painted in dark clouds, hiding the stars.

I rush across the clearing and reach for one of the low-bearing branches. But when I hoist myself up and bear my weight down on it, it snaps, coming with me when my back hits the forest floor.

This time I can’t hold back the groan escaping my lips as a spike of pain shoots up my spine. “Damn it.”

I roll to the side at the same time a heavy snap echoes in the air.

Adrian

It takes everything in me to give her the full ten seconds as I watch her flee down the alley, her long brown strands whipping behind her.

After feeling her, tasting her, the beast in my chest is hungry, eager for the chase, and the short run to find her in the alley isn’t enough to satiate him.

He needs more. So much more.

Pure adrenaline pumps through my veins as I count down, my arms shaking at my sides as I bounce from one foot to the next. When I reach five, I bend down and ensure my boots are tied.

By the time I stand, her time is up.

The crowd and music fade into the background. The lights from the parade dim to darkness. The brick walls shift into tall tree trunks. My feet carry me faster than I’ve ever moved before.

The entrance to the woods is tight, but I rip through, ignoring the bites of pain from stray branches catching on my sleeve. I push them up my forearms as I veer to the left, the hunger growing stronger the closer I get to the spot I know she’s headed.

Five yards. Even if it wasn’t for the fact she’s cracking branches beneath her feet, I can smell her scent trailing behind her. Once I tasted the sweet musk of her cunt, I became addicted. Savored and memorized what I’ll soon get to claim.

Four yards. She’s in front of me now, tearing through the trees as fast as she can, her breath coming out in pants that match the steady beat of my heart. I love that she doesn’t hear me. I’ll have to teach her how to be quieter when she’s running from me.

Three yards. She makes a swift turn to the left, disappearing behind a group of trees almost too close for me to follow behind. When I reach it and realize I can’t, my beast roars, lust and desire surging through me, spurring me on.

My heart barrels into my rib cage as I pick up the pace, doubling back until I find a way in at the same time I hear her groaning.

Sam rolls to her stomach as I break through the trees. She jumps to her feet, positioning herself, as if ready to take off at any second.

I like that she thinks she can outrun me. That I won’t scour the fucking earth to find her.

We stare at each other from across the opening for two seconds, both of us clearly deciding what to do next. There’s nothing between us but the thick stump and cool breeze.

As if on cue, a heavy rumble of thunder sounds overhead, prompting us to move.

I race across, eating the space between us in seconds, while she turns and attempts to climb up the tree she must have fallen from.

For a moment, I consider seeing if she can manage the feat, but my beast decides not to let her get away.

I’m done playing with my meal.

Samantha

Adrian catches me around the waist and yanks me down. He flips us around and has my back pinned to the tree before I take my next breath.

Different from the alley, where he merely caged me in, he captures both my wrists in one of his big hands and holds them steady above my head, effectively holding me in place. The rough texture of the wood pinches my skin, but somehow the small bites of pain don’t bother me. In fact, it enhances the arousal slinking through me.

“I found you, Bambi,” he growls, his eyes burning into me. “And I keep what I catch.”

“Like finders keepers?” I breathe, my heart singing from what his words imply.

Though his gaze remains deadly, his lips twitch, a hint of a grin playing at the edges. “Yes. You’re mine now, Samantha.”

I don’t get the chance to respond to him, nor the euphoria filling me to the brim before he captures my lips.

Unlike our first kiss, this one is wild. It’s hungry and savage and Adrian completely devours me. His free hand snakes under my shirt and dips into my bra, his fingers finding and pinching my pebbled nipple.

I arch into him, moaning into his mouth as the pain melts into pleasure, prompting him to do it again to the other one, only harder. A whimper escapes, the need growing so strong I feel on the verge of tears.

He releases my mouth with an angry groan, removing his hand from my shirt and grabbing my chin to look at him. “You remember the safeword?”

“Yes.”

“And you understand I plan to brand you in every way possible? From my mouth to my cock, you will bear all of me.”

My entire body squeezes, the promises of him and a possibility of us, doing all the right things to my libido. “Yes, Adrian. I want to wake up feeling you everywhere.”

His pupils flare. “And you will. That I can promise.”

He yanks the hem of my shirt, and in one fluid motion, he rips it from my body. I squeak at the feel of the fabric snapping against my skin, but before I realize what’s happening, he binds my hands together with the ripped shirt.

The chilly breeze does little to cool the fire raging across my exposed flesh. Instead, only intensifies the dozens of sensations skirting across it.

He jerks me away from the tree before picking me up and hurling me over his shoulder as though I weigh nothing. My heart leaps into my throat, causing my squeal of surprise to sound more like a garbled gasp.

Adrian chuckles as he turns, walking to the center of the clearing and stopping in front of the massive tree stump. He latches his fingers on the waistband of my jeans while the other hand presses into the middle of my back.

I know what he’s going to do, but the whoosh from the wind in my ears as he tosses me on the stump still makes my stomach flip.

My body lays in the direct center, my head a foot from the edge while my knees hang off the other end. He towers over me, his dark gaze lighting a path down my body. I physically feel it when his eyes linger on a spot too long. It’s as though he’s committing me to memory; every dip, freckle, and curve.

I love it. I love that there’s no part of me that feels self-conscious, or nervous of his inspection. He’s my best friend. He’s seen me at my absolute worst and still told me I was beautiful. Still made me feel beautiful. It’s one of the many things he’s done to make me love him.

Adrian leans forward, pressing a kiss to my forehead as though he heard my thoughts. It causes the butterflies to take flight, the small moment of affection slicing through everything else and making me melt.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this,” he whispers, running a hand down my waist.

“Not as long as me.”

His eyes flash to me, a storm raging in the irises. “Biggest mistake of my life was not kissing you that day.”

My eyes close, a burn radiating across the brim while my heart pinches, but he doesn’t let me sit with the ache. Instead, he lifts my hands above my head and digs in his pocket for a switchblade.

He flips it open and stabs it through the center of the fabric, locking me in place. My chest heaves up and down as I watch him move down the rest of my body. Within a minute, my bra, jeans, and lace panties are thrown to the floor, disappearing in a thick patch of clovers.

Fully at his mercy, and exposed completely, Adrian’s gaze takes on a hungry one. He returns to my mouth, kissing me greedily. I arch into him, lust expanding and forcing everything else to the wayside as I feel his erection through his jeans.

He lets my lips go, trailing his down my neck. He sucks in bits of skin on his way, nipping and biting with varying force. I yelp and moan, shift and writhe, the wood beneath me creating a rough type of friction. The pain and pleasure combine, covering my vision with stars from the delirium.

He sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue before clamping down on the soft flesh.

“Adrian!” I scream, my body quivering from need. “Please.”

He ignores my whimpers and moves down, his teeth grazing over my hip and to one side of my thigh. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, and I…” he trails off, falling to his knees. “Am fucking starving.”

Adrian

In one rough motion, I spread her legs wide open. Her cries of need fuel me on as I press my face between her thighs and take an insatiable inhale.

She smells so damn good. Like her scent was made for me to hunt. To find. To own. My cock somehow hardens further at the thought, pressing painfully into my jeans.

Unable to withstand another minute not tasting her, I lick her from entrance to clit, a deep groan rumbling my chest as she coats my tongue. She’s soaked. Her pussy is covered in her want, and trembling with need.

My beast longs to be released from his cage, but in fear of doing too much, too soon, I continue to keep a steady pace. It isn’t soft and tentative, but also isn’t all teeth and tight holds.

She tries to close her legs around my head, but I grab her thighs, spreading her more, as I continue to fuck her with my tongue. It doesn’t take long before she’s teetering on the edge, her nerves already so worked up from her first run, she’s in need of release.

One of my hands disappears from her thigh, and my finger plunges into her warm cunt. She moans at the intrusion, her back arching off the stump as she presses herself closer to my face.

“Needy little prey, aren’t you?” I chuckle against her clit before sucking it into my mouth.

This time, she yelps, the bite of pain being exactly what she needed. Her walls begin fluttering, gripping my fingers with her impending orgasm. And it’s then I decide.

I make a promise to myself to take my time with her later, to worship her how she deserves. But for now, I want to completely devour her, imprint myself on every inch of her beautiful skin, and own every orgasm she ever has.

Yanking myself from her body, I grab her by the waist. A despairing little whimper escapes her as I carefully, but quickly, flip her over, turning it into a gasp, and watch as the blade tilts when the fabric twists with the move.

My hands grab onto her hips, hard, forcing her to pull her knees up on the stump, which puts her ass in the perfect position.

The deep primal satisfaction at seeing her like this takes over, and the urge to breech that tight ring of muscle is almost overbearing as I shove my fingers back into her shining pussy. I fuck her with my digits until she’s back on the edge, her body nearly convulsing around me.

“Come for me, love,” I command, twisting my finger to hit her G-spot.

“Adrian!” When she cries out my name, I begin circling her clit with my thumb while bending to bite into the soft flesh of her ass, sending her tumbling into the abyss. Her walls grip onto my fingers in the waves of her orgasm, while my free hands work quickly to unbuckle my pants and free my throbbing erection. I stroke myself as I let her ride it out, but when the last clench of her pussy is weak, I line the head up to her entrance and slip my fingers out.

“Alright, Sam. Play time’s over,” I tell her just before I slam inside.