Page 45 of Boys Who Hunt
That he’s licking his own cum off my slit, mixing it with my blood like he enjoys the taste of us both together.
That he’s slowly turning my mind inside out with pure depravity.
And that I’m slowly getting near to that edge of no return.
“Do it. Come for me, and you might live to see another day,” he groans, flicking the tip of his tongue across my clit so good I swear I might pass out. The knife is inside me, prodding and poking against my G-spot until all that leaves my mouth are whimpers between each of Heath’s thrusts.
Heath slowly pulls out, only to impale me once again, and my entire body feels like it’s on fire from the sheer need coursing through my veins.
What is wrong with me? Why do I feel aroused?
“You look so good when you’re being ruined,” Heath says, leaning forward to grab my breasts. “Now swallow me down like a good girl.”
I gulp and gulp and gulp until his shaft begins to thicken, and my body can’t withstand the licks any longer. My muscles tighten as Silas hits that spot with both his tongue and his knife, twisting and turning the handle until I release all the pent-up desire into a tsunami of wetness and ecstasy as I come undone.
“Fuck yes, she’s coming,” Silas says.
“I’m going to fill you up, little thief,” Heath groans before warm semen shoots down my throat. I’m helpless to stop it as the salty taste fills my mouth, and the spurts gush down into my stomach, his orgasm feeling never-ending.
When he finally pulls out, I cough and heave to suck in the oxygen.
“Stay. Swallow it down,” Heath warns, firm hands keeping me steady. “Or I’ll make you regret it.”
I push myself to keep it together even though my legs are literally trembling. My brain has floated off into the unknown. Sweet, sweet nirvana … beyond destruction.
I can still taste him on my tongue, still feel the burn on my skin right below my belly button… still feel my clit thumping with a need for more.
More of whatever fucked-up shit this was.
But my body is completely wasted and exhausted. It feels like I could fall into a thousand-year sleep and still not awake refreshed.
Heath unties my wrists and stands while Silas remains between my legs. Their dicks are already tucked back in by the time my eyes manage to flutter back into focus, and all I can see are their foul grins.
“This was it, right? You’ve had your fix now,” I murmur in a drowsy state.
Silas’s eyes flicker in the dark. “This is only enough to keep me at bay … for a day.”
Heath laughs. “Maybe two, if you’re lucky.”
Somehow, someway, a tear still manages to escape my tired eyes.
Silas crawls on top of me, eyeing me. “Are you crying?”
“No,” I growl, shivering from the cold wind.
This isn’t a tear of sadness but a tear of anger at how easily I succumbed to pleasure and damn near wished to beg for more.
Have they broken me so quickly already?
Silas leans in, his face and those haunting, hollow eyes so close to mine it makes me hold my breath. His tongue dips out, and he licks up the single tear rolling down my cheek, biting his lip after as though he’s savoring the taste.
“I’ll cherish every one of those tears,” he murmurs. A wretched smile follows.
What the …?
He gets off me before I have a chance to respond and fishes something out of my pocket. My phone.
He and Heath swipe my number and swiftly enter it into their own phones, then Silas throws the phone onto the ground next to me. I look down at my stinging belly, the bloodied marks on my skin making me feel woozy despite the rush of oxytocin still flooding my veins.