Page 44 of Boys Who Hunt
“Mine,” she retorts.
Silas marks her skin with the blade, making her muscles strain, only for her to relapse into arousal the second his tongue hits her clit. “Wrong.”
“Open your damn mouth,” I tell her.
When she does, I spit inside and push her mouth shut. “Now swallow.” After a few seconds, she finally does what I say. “Good girl.” A smug smile spreads on my face. “Now, who does this mouth belong to?”
She coughs. “You.”
“And who does this fucking pussy belong to?” Silas slaps it for good measure.
“You.” She makes a face, almost like she hates the mere idea of saying it out loud.
She bargained for this, and she will learn what it means to make a deal with evil incarnate. We don’t fucking play nice.
“Now … give me one more scream,” Silas growls, and he carves the final letter into her skin and sucks up the blood like a goddamn vampire.
I pull out of her right when he finishes and discards the knife. Her moan echoes through the woods, along with his roars as he pulls his hard-on from his pants and covers her with cum.
CHAPTER 11
Ivy
Fuck.Did Silas just … come?
I can’t see a thing with Heath hovering over me, but my skin burns and aches.
“Now take me deep,” Heath groans before thrusting back into my mouth again.
He scrapes the back of my throat as he enters, forcing himself all the way down until he hits the base and then some.
His hard-on pulsates inside me while I struggle in the restraints he put on me.
I can’t breathe, can’t think, can’t even make a sound as my senses are bombarded from both ends.
One inside my throat, and one still swiveling his tongue around like he wants to devour it whole.
“You’re going to come for me now,” Silas groans.
“What?” I mutter between thrusts, but Heath keeps me too busy to form a proper sentence.
This wasn’t part of the deal. They could do what they want, but that doesn’t include me giving them—
“Did you honestly think I would be satisfied with your blood alone?” he growls into my skin, nibbling at my clit. “Either you come … or I will make you, and you won’t like how.”
Shit. I don’t think I have a choice, but this asshole thrusting into my mouth makes it so hard to concentrate.
“And you will do it with my cock down your throat too,” Heath adds, spitting right into my face. “Because you’re our good fucking slut.”
I gasp for air as he pulls out, only to squirm from the way Silas licks me.
“Fine. Have it your way,” Silas says.
He pulls his fingers out of me and picks up the knife instead.
“What are you—” My words are interrupted by a strangled moan as he inserts the handle of the knife into me. “I told you to come. And you will fucking come for me.”
I can’t believe he’s fucking me with the back end of his knife.