The dirt and leaves were loose—they gave me nothing to hold on to as I clawed at the ground, trying to stop my momentum backward. Kade was pulling me, dragging me underneath him.

I spun, kicking out only to meet his hand. He was so fucking big and so fucking fast. I was halfway into trying to get up when he pounced, knees landing on either side of my body.

Screaming at him, I clawed, trying to get away. It only made him smile deeper. Dirt streaked his face, hair having come loose in the chase just like mine, and he looked like a monster. An animal. One who wanted to eat me and I wanted to let him.

But I wasn’t going to.

“I caught you.” The words were pure growl.

“Anyone can catch someone. Can you follow through, Alpha?”

Taunting him was foolish, and I didn’t fucking care.

“Not going to give me my prize, Omega?”

I spat at his face and missed. “Never.”

His growl ripped through me. “You’ll pay for that.”

“You’re going to have to take everything,” I told him. “Every inch you want, I’m going to fight you.”

Kade laughed, the sound sinister in the darkness. “Good.”

I threw a punch, and he caught my wrist, pinning it to the dirt. Trying to use my hips, I bucked underneath him, trying to get him off me, but he was too heavy. There was nothing I could do. I was trying to pry his hand off mine when he took the other one, pinning it too.

“How does it feel?” The words were soft as velvet. “Fighting me, and knowing every second you’re going to lose?”

“I won’t lose.”

“You will, baby.” He moved upward, sliding his hips so they rested just beneath my breasts. “You’ve already lost. Keep fighting all you want. It’s not going to change a thing. You’re getting fucked in every hole you have tonight, and you’re going to swallow every drop of cum I give you because it’s a fucking gift.”

Heat crashed over me like a wave, perfume exploding in my arousal, and still I fought him like a cat, because this was the game. He’d caught me, but he still had to take me, and me giving in wasn’t what either of us wanted.

I kicked high, trying to reach him since my hips were free.

“Mmm.” The sound was long and slow. “Since you won’t stay still, guess I need to help you.”

It was impossible. He squeezed my body with his thighs, lifting one knee at a time and dragging my arm beneath them so I was still pinned like a fucking butterfly and now his hands were free.

He lifted my wet shirt, pulling the extra fabric over my head and leaving it there. I couldn’t see him, and the wet, heavy fabric made it harder to breathe.