Page 41 of Boys Who Hunt

“Don’t claim her all for yourself,” Heath groans, rubbing himself right through his pants.

“You can have her mouth … this pussy is mine.”

I cut through the fabric of her panties and rip them off, watching her face begin to glow with heat. She jerks on the belt around her wrist, but it’s no use. Heath is right there to keep her in place.

I lean in to take a whiff of my prey, the delectable scent of pussy making me hungry, greedy … animalistic.

“This pussy is begging to be punished …” I murmur, fanning hot air across until she begins to squirm. “And I know just how.”

I firmly grab the knife and hold it over her skin while I lower myself and take the first lick. I can taste the fear, and what an aphrodisiac, fuck.

I push the knife into her skin and watch the blood droplet roll down into her slit.

“Fuck!” she hisses.

I lap it up and spread it all over her clit, which thumps under my tongue.

“I’m going to make you wish you never laid eyes on my prized possessions,” I say, licking her until she begins to squirm while firmly clutching the knife as it slowly pierces her skin. “By marking you asmyprize.”

Ivy

Marking… me?

I can’t even process what it means before Silas digs the sharp end of the knife into my skin beneath my belly button, making me hiss.

“Yes, that’s it … make those sounds,” he groans.

He licks my clit at the same time, causing excitement and fear to ripple through my body simultaneously. Warm blood trickles down my skin, and each of my blood droplets is caught by his eager tongue.

This is insane. He’s crazy. Completely, out of his mind demented.

He’s going to mark me as his?

The knife drags down my skin, the pain so sharp I let out a whimper, and Silas literally moans into my slit.

“Fuck yes, that’s it.” He laps me up like there’s no tomorrow, causing equal amounts of pleasure and pain, and with every passing second, I become more and more confused.

“Scream for me, little slut. Let me hear you scream.”

I refuse. I can take a cut. He won’t get his fix, not from me.

“Go on, make a sound,” he whispers into my mound as he looks up at me from underneath thick eyelashes, rolling his tongue around to catch all the droplets. “I know you want to.”

“Fuck you,” I spit instead, watching his eyes twitch. “What the hell are you drawing?”

I may have lost my body, but I still have my defiance, and I’ll be damned if I let go of that.

But Silas merely laughs. “You’ll see when I’m done with you.”

His tongue rolls around my slit again, and it feels so good I temporarily lose focus on the fact that he’s piercing my skin.

“God, I’m so going to fucking enjoy seeing you punish her,” Heath groans, leaning over to lavish my nipples with more kisses and licks.

It’s incredibly hard to focus, but Silas reminds me of his torment by coaxing out more blood. He enjoys seeing me ache because, with every stroke, he gazes up to see the look on my face, all while licking me like his life depends on it. And I’m lost in a confusing clash of soreness and bliss because of that damn tongue of his.

Suddenly, two fingers enter me, and I gasp.

“I can feel your wetness, little slut,” he groans. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”