The metallic taste of blood fills your mouth as you crash through underbrush, branches tearing at your clothes. The bullies' taunts fade behind you, replaced by the ominous silence of the forest swallowing you whole. Your ankle twists on a root and you fall hard, palms scraping against rough earth as darkness bleeds through the canopy.

A low, amused chuckle resonates behind you before you can struggle to your feet. Your body freezes. That sound wasn't made by any animal you know. Slowly, you turn, heart hammering against your ribs.

He emerges from the shadows like a nightmare given form—tall, over six feet, with superior bone structure that seems carved from marble. Amber eyes glow with predatory interest, raking over your disheveled form with毫不掩饰的欲望 (un掩饰ed desire). His high nose bridge and sharp jawline catch what little moonlight filters through the trees. A leather thong wraps around his muscular chest, leaving little to imagination, while worn jeans cling to powerful thighs. In one large hand, he holds a honeycomb, golden liquid dripping between his long fingers.

"Running from them again, little rabbit?" His voice is low, graveled with something dangerous. Before you can respond, he moves—too fast—pinning you against the tree with his body. One hand traps both your wrists above your head, the other pressing the honey-drenched comb to your lips. His scent surrounds you—pine, earth, and something uniquely masculine.

"Open," he commands, thumb brushing your lower lip with bruising pressure. "Before I decide to take more than just your compliance."