The Birds & The Bees | S.R.

Ch. 16 | Prey Drive

Catch me if you can, Professor.

How was I meant to resist?

I had followed her like she was the meal prepared for me. The bloodlust making my skin crawl more the further she ran. I followed her relentlessly but with a steady pace.

The Leporidae family was never meant for long-distance pursuit. She could sprint away from me now, but so long as I refused to abandon her, I would catch her. I would feel the softness of her skin against my lips. I could sink my teeth into her and feel the way her muscles twitched when they realized the danger that she was in.

I could have her, with her hands above her head, unbound, but unwilling to move. Bared before me like a decadency unlike anything I'd ever witnessed before.

While I waited for her to round the corner again on her way back, I chuckled to myself about the story of the tortoise and the hare. I pondered how much the story would change if a predator was introduced to the poor sleeping hare.

But my Bunny wasn't sleeping. She was just... caught off guard. I wondered which was more appealing to a predator. I had my own preferences, of course. However, I was more interested in hers.

"Hi there, Bunny," I announced to an otherwise empty hallway. The girl nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound, and I tried to suppress the raw power the reaction had provided. "I have a few words for you."

"Just a few?" she drawled sarcastically, easing back into some semblance of control. It was shed immediately after one step in her direction.

Still, she didn't try to flee. She stayed there, allowing herself to be backed against a wall in a poorly lit, ill attended hallway.

"One in particular. I think you might know what it is."

The girl tapped her finger to her chin, looking everywhere but my eyes as she hummed, "Mmmm, no... I'm not good at word association games."

Brat, is what I thought. But it seemed too crude, too forward for the flighty petal in front of me. I reached out to touch her, pleased to find that she stuck out her cheek further to make the contact come faster. Her humming continued, evolving into that beautiful sound of her laughter.

But it was not the sound I was looking for.

"Then let me make it very easy for you, Bunny," I whispered as my hands found their way to her hips. In the blink of an eye, and with the aid of tensed triceps, the sound of her laughter was followed by a soft thud as I held her against the wall.

"Behave," I ordered.

She tried to hide the shaky breath she returned, and I showed mercy. I did not call out how terribly transparent she was — I just smiled. Until she spoke, that was.

"I'm not misbehaving. I'm literally just standing here. You're the one about to kiss me," she sneered. She tried to cross her arms between our bodies, but quickly realized that I did not plan on giving her the room to do so.

"Oh, you are in rare form today, and I don't think you know what you're doing," I warned.

She didn't accept it. Instead, she leaned back against the wall like it had been her intention to be trapped. I suppose it probably had been, but like many young animals do, she had bitten off more than she could chew. Now, she was stuck facing the ruthless grip of a predator's jaw locked around her throat.

She didn't look afraid, but I felt it in myself. I saw how easy it would be to take this too far, too quickly. To whisk her away to the closest place with an iota of privacy and desecrate her until nothing resembling innocence remained.