Her breathing isn’t quiet at all, as if she wants to be found.
“Once I get my hands on you, the game is over, and you’re mine. Hope you’re ready.”
Rounding one of the last bookshelves, I find her. Her eyes meet mine, the pupils blown with arousal. What gets me, though, is her lack of a top. She’s bare in her short skirt and a bralette. At some point, she must’ve lost her shoes too.
“Mine,” I rumble, my voice grittier than ever before. Her cheeks, flushed and red, brighten more and she sucks in deeply. “My prize.”
I crouch, gripping her throat and forcing her down.
“Yours,” she submits.
Once she’s entirely on her back, I pin her down, enjoying the quickening of her chest movements. Leaning down, I inhale harshly, smelling her normal sweet scent, but more, the musky scent of adrenaline and desperation.
My hand trails her languidly, the need to inspect my winnings ever-present. I purr, not like a cat, but similar to a mountain lion, a guttural growl that has her squirming.
Flipping up her skirt, I notice she’s lost her cheeky panties. “Preparing for your slaughter?”
“Maybe I hid them for you to sniff out,” she whispers huskily.
Fuck, I need those for later. Unbuttoning my jeans, I lay them open, watching as she stares at me with hungry eyes.
“You’re wet,” I say upon inspection. She worries her lip between her teeth and I lower to inhale deeply, flicking my tongue out to taste.
“Bridger,” she whimpers, almost begging me. I flick her clit twice, then nip when she squirms. Spreading her as wide as her legs allow, my hand comes down on her pussy. She lets out a yelp.
“Need me to fuck your cunt like an animal?” I hiss, giving another slap. “Would you like me to treat you like an innocent doe while defiling every goddamn inch?”
She nods frantically while I help her flip to her knees. Without preamble, I smack her ass twice, one after another, earning a whimper.
Before my nerves can kick in, I pull out my cock and thrust into her. She bows with the motion and I nearly crumble from the tightness of her.
Grunting, I pump in and out while she moans with every move. With my left hand, I wrap it around her throat, forcing her to arch into me while I hammer into her. The sound of our skin meeting drives me more.
“Not so innocent anymore,” I taunt, her garbled sounds of pleasure brings a renewed ache in my balls. “You’re ethereal when my cock is deep inside you, Starless.”
I let go of her throat, pushing her down before pulling out. Then I crouch, forcing her ass up. Not taking another moment, I eat her out from behind, my tongue delving the sweet spot between her legs.
She moans when I push two fingers in, curving them downward. Her hips rotate as she presses against my face, fucking me as much as I do her.
Her thighs shake and I can hear her cresting with how frequent her whimpers are. “Please,” she begs me, and I suck on her clit until she’s covering my face in her release.
As soon as her high is settling, I thrust back into her and reach around for her sensitive flesh. “I want you a mess of moans and desperation,” I hiss against her spine, biting every inch I can reach. She arches into me again, my balls barely able to hold out.
“More,” she beseeches.
“Rub yourself for me and I’ll fuck you harder,” I barter. Immediately, she reaches between her thighs, holding my hand to her. Our fingers are half entwined as we move together. When she’s shaking from head to toe, I go for her hips and piston. The slapping between us a cacophony of lust.
“Yes, Col. God, you’re so fucking perfect,” I grunt the affirmations. She screams as I pump my seed inside her.
We both fall, but I take the impact of her tiny frame, not wanting her to hurt something. While she cuddles into my side, I remind her how beautiful she is.
“Such a good pet, Starless.”
She softly hums against my chest and I continue to kiss her, reassuring her, doting on her. One of the most important things I learned about kink is aftercare.
It feels right, giving her this tenderness after using her body for my pleasure. The mutual trust between us didn’t feel as strong before this moment.
Holding her to me, I rub small circles into her back, her arms, and remind her that she’s mine now. Fuck the others. This moment was ours.
Chapter Ten
Ross
Since their wedding night, I haven’t slept.
At all.
I’ve tried.
Tossing and turning has been my only bedfellow.
And Ten.
Turning to him still asleep, I feel a sense of ease. We both used to be close to Cass. Fuck, Lux used to be my best friend. It all changed when Cass died and Jordan became a bigger part of the circle again.
The jealous part of me that hates him wishes Maxim never died, because then Jordan would still be in that tiny Italian town far the fuck away from me.
Yet, Maxim did and Jordan’s fucking here.
Though, Max was my least favorite. Firstly, he took Lux from me. Secondly, he fucked Justice and tons of others on the side. Lastly, he was a shitty human who made life hard for everyone else.
Ten sleeps, his little snores easing the pain inside me. If you’d have asked a few months ago if the two saddest people at Arcadia would find kinship in each other, I’d have laughed.
Sadness breeds sadness. Especially in our case.
It started out simple enough. We’d meet up to figure out if Lux, Jordan, and Bridger killed Cassidy while we were busy with Colt that night. Then it led to what they were involved in that we weren’t, because we’re the little bloodlines in comparison. A while later, after all our time spent together, we started getting closer. Having sleepovers, as chicks would call it. Last week after the wedding, we flew home. It was the first time we fucked around.
Ten rolls over, his face sleep-deprived, much like mine. It’s been a long while since I’ve felt alive. As I think of the wedding again, my blood boils and I can’t help word vomiting at his half-asleep self.
“I really fucking hate him,” I berate quietly, my voice trembling with jealousy. Ten was there. He helped with the bathing and oil preparation. All that ceremonial bullshit. He was in on their discussions and didn’t tell me how hard it’d be to watch Lux fuck her and see how Jordan watched him with knowledge. It was like they were in their own element. Something stronger than what we’ve been through. An inside moment.
Because out of every fucking person, Lux picked Maxim’s brother over me.
Me, his best friend.