Hunt Me Like A Fox (Treat Me Like An Animal #3)
by Amie Heights
Cold and exposed to the Oregon forest, Fionna Guarascio is being hunted by her boyfriend so she can experience what it is like to be preyed upon. Armed with a paintball gun to mark his trophy, Garrett McKenna tracks her like a true hunter on the trail. Lost in the fever of the moment, their game turns serious when Fionna decides she will never simply surrender on her own unless she taken down by the man she loves.
This stand alone short story contains graphic role playing of a hunter and his prey and is not for timid readers. Also included is the Amie Heights Collection including Pride of the Cat-Men and the scandalous Billionaire Wife Auction.
His eyes spotted something and began tracing a line from where she had come from up to where Fionna hid now. At the last second she darted off and she heard his exclamation of surprise as he spotted her. A second later she heard something else, the splat of his paintballs slapping the tree that she had been hiding behind.
More of the colorful bullets whizzed past her just inches from finding their marks on her back until she had put enough distance between them that he stopped firing. The foliage was dense enough to provide her with cover if she got far enough away for him to lose sight of her. She knew he could not fire and run at the same time so if he stopped shooting that meant he was tracking her again.
The only thing that could protect her was distance so despite being fatigued and weary she redoubled her efforts to get away. While slipping between two trees Fionna cursed as an unseen blackberry vine scratched her side painfully, but kept running.
That was her biggest regret right now, the fact she was nearly naked. It had been Garrett’s idea that if she really wanted to represent the animal being hunted she would need to be as exposed as they were. She had agreed to it in principle but in the back of her mind she wondered if it was just because he wanted an excuse to see her body as an added little thrill.
In practice it meant she was scampering around in the forest like a crazy nudist, her skin tattooed with bramble scratches and nothing to keep her warm except her own exertion.
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