Page 16 of Slaying for Sloan
I round a corner and stop dead in my tracks. There, in a small clearing, stands a life-sized gingerbread house. It's a masterpiece of holiday decoration – strings of white lights outline every edge, making it glow like something from a fairy tale. Mechanical elves work at tiny benches along the front, their movements accompanied by the whir of hidden motors. Painted gingerbread people spin slowly on rotating platforms, their smiles somehow eerie in the mixed light.
My heart skips, then races. It's beautiful. It's creepy. It'sperfect.
Hide.Run.Stay.Wait.
My thoughts war with each other as adrenaline courses through my veins. The Alex I knew yesterday would never follow me here. That Alex worried about propriety, about appearances, about what people would think. ButthisAlex? The one who's been hunting me through the snow? I have no idea what he's capable of, and the thought makes me shiver with anticipation.
Before I can think better of it, I duck inside, closing the door as I enter. The interior is smaller than I expected, more of a shed than a house, but the decorations continue here. Lights strung along the ceiling cast everything in a warm glow, and the walls are painted to look like frosted gingerbread, complete with candy decorations. The music is clearer here – "Silent Night" now, the soft melody at odds with the way my pulse is racing.
I barely have time to take it all in before the door swings open behind me. Strong hands grip my shoulders, and suddenly I'm on my knees on the wooden floor. My breath catches in my throat as Alex moves around to face me, his features sharpened by the twinkling lights above.
This isn't the man who carefully maintains his family's reputation, who never has a hair out of place. He’s wild and untamed andmine. His eyes are different,darker, holding promises that make my whole body quiver. His ski mask makesthis even hotter than I had hoped. I’ve always had a kink for masked men, but I’ve only ever told Cara about that. He knows me better than I thought.
"Caught you." His voice is rough as he growls the words, darker than I've ever heard it, and something inside me shatters at the raw hunger in those two words. Gone is the polished pronunciation his mother spent years perfecting. Gone is the careful restraint he usually wears like armor.
This voice belongs to a predator. And I am gloriously,willinglycaught.
Outside, the mechanical elves continue their endless work. Inside, time seems to stop as Alex's hand tangles in my hair, tilting my face up to his. The contrast between the innocent holiday cheer surrounding us and the heat in his eyes makes me feel a euphoric high. My entire world narrows to this moment, to his touch, to the way he's looking at me like he wants to consume me whole.
"Alex," I whisper, but he silences me with a thumb stroke down my bottom lip that steals my breath. I've seen that look before. It's a look that promises pleasure and pain, and fuck me, Iwantit all.
“Open,” he commands, leaving no room for argument in his tone.
I do as he says, parting my lips while he unzips his pants, making quick work of freeing his cock from the tight confinements of his pants. He’s rock hard as soon as he springs free, and my eyes go wide at the delicious sight. He’s so muchbiggerthan I remember. Then again, maybe that’s because I’ve never seen him quite this hard before.
My mouth waters as I take him in, and I run my tongue across my bottom lip. He lets out a low, barely audible growl of approval when he sees how eager I am for him.
“You’re going to suck my cock so hard we’ll both be seeing stars,” he tells me. “You’re going to let me fuck your face until you think you’re going to pass out, and then you’ll let me keep going.”
I nod, looking up at him through doe eyes. I suddenly understand why he’s been calling me that.His sweet doe. I’m a deer fleeing from her vicious predator. But I want this one to catch me. To fuck me and to have his way with me. Tonight, I’mhisto play with.
“Good girl,” he praises my nod.
Tilting my head back, Alex grips his cock, bouncing it on my soft lips a few times before pressing against them, pushing his way into my mouth. I open for him without hesitation, letting him slide into me as far as he wants to go. He’s slow and shallow at first, taking his time to let me tongue coat his cock in saliva. I groan against him when he thrusts his hips into my face, pressing himself deeper down my throat. I almost gag on him, but I grip his thighs to maintain control. It’s too early to lose control.
Alex’s head falls back as he gets lost in the tightness of my throat, and it quickens his pace. Both hands wrapped through my hair, he fucks my face in a steady rhythm for several strokes before he slams himself to the back of my throat, completely cutting off my airway. My eyes go wide when I can’t breathe, and when I pull back, he holds my head steady in place.
“Take it like you’re supposed to,” he warns, reminding me thatheis the one in control right now.
Alex removes one hand from my hair to reach for a string of lights hanging above us, and he yanks it down. He pulls his cock from my mouth to wrap the cord around my neck, making me wear it like a choker.
“Mmm,”he purrs.“Much better.”
I bite my bottom lip as I look up at him, giving him the sexiest look I can manage while he’s cutting off my airway with the string of lights.
Alex’s cock is back at my lips in an instant, and this time he doesn’t hesitate to force his way into my mouth. I reach for my clit to pleasure myself while he uses my face, and I cry out around his cock as soon as my fingers find that swollen spot. It encourages him to keep going, to fuck my face harder and faster. I can’t breathe at all, and part of me is scared he won’t know when to stop and he’ll keep going until I pass out. But I have to keep going. I won’t fight him. He caught me twice fair and square, and now he gets to bask in his reward. The truth is, I’m fucking loving this and my pussy is sopping wet for him as he uses me to pleasure himself.
I continue moaning around his cock, sending vibrations through him. His hips buck as he nears his climax, and I swirl my fingers over my clit faster in response. I want us to come together.
Pulling on the lights harder, he uses them as reigns to control my upper body. I’m completely and utterly at his mercy right now. My stomach tightens as his dick swells in my mouth. He’s on the verge of cumming.
My orgasm begins when he makes the most primal, unhinged sound. He’s practically roaring as he comes, using my throat to milk himself dry and force me to take every last drop of him. I make myself come with him, and stars form in the corners of my vision as I near the point of blacking out. He’s pushing me dangerously close to losing consciousness. I don’t know how much longer I can hold on.
“Such a good fucking girl,” he grunts, emptying the last bit of himself down my throat.
Right as my orgasm fades he lets go of the light, releasing me from his grasp and freeing his cock from my mouth. I fall back,gasping for air. Tears are running down both sides of my face and my lipstick is definitely smudged down my chin. But I don’t fucking care. The look in his dark eyes tells me he doesn’t care either. He’s eating this shit up.
We're both breathing hard. The lights cast shadows across his masked face, making him look almost savage. Beautiful and dangerous, like a wolf. His thumb traces my lower lip, and I can feel the tremors running through his body, the way he's barely holding himself in check.