Page 74 of Deadmen's Queen

“Where are you, Bast?” I breathed, scanning the darkness.

A figure shifted to my left, a darker patch against the dark with a grinning skull at its head. I spun around to run but I was too late. Strong arms wrapped around me, a hand slapped over my mouth. Panic surged, hot and wild.

“Shhh.” The voice was a rough whisper against my ear.

My mind screamed, but my body stilled. It was him. It had to be. He’d swore no one else would touch me, and Nate and Tristan had gone off in the opposite direction.

His grip was iron; his presence, a storm. Fear mingled with something else—a thrill that raced through my veins. Desire. This was reckless. Dangerous. And I couldn't deny the dark allure that pulsed between us, even now, when every instinct told me to fight, to flee.

His hand slid down my body, cupping my breast, and I sighed, melting back against him. His touch was rough, demanding. He squeezed my breast, rubbing it hard, and it sent a hot wave of anticipation coursing through me. His other hand didn’t move, staying clamped over my mouth. He wanted to keep me quiet.

Reaching down, he pulled at my skirt, yanking it up, before sliding his hand between my legs. He grunted, pressing his hard cock against me from behind, and I whimpered as his fingers brushed lightly over my folds before dipping inside. I was already wet and ready, my body responding to this dark demand with an eagerness that frightened me. He was in a rush, shoving three fingers inside me, forcing me open for him. I cried out against his hand at the unexpected pain. I turned my head to look at him, and for a moment, I got a glimpse of blonde curls falling forward from under his hood. I relaxed a little. Tristan. He was being rougher with me than normal, but maybe he was just trying to be quick before the others showed up. I was more than fine with quick and dirty.

Pushing me forward, his hand still over my mouth, he guided me quickly to a lower part of the wall and pushed me down over it. His fingers pumped in and out of me, desperate and driven. I closed my eyes, feeling the cool night air on my exposed skin. I bit my lip, trying to stifle the noises that wanted to escape. There was a rustle behind me, some kind of wrapper. Was Tristan using a condom? He never had before. I felt his hard length pressing against my entrance. I tensed, preparing myself for the invasion.

A rustle came from the trees, and snatches of voices. Tristan froze, then pulled away, releasing me. I pulled my dress back down and turned around, but he was already gone, leaving me decidedly unfulfilled.

I slipped out of the ruins, running away from the voices, but a figure appeared on the path in front of me, and I pulled up short. He looked down on me, even his mask was hard to make out in the dark night. I panted as he reached out and ran warm fingers down the side of my face.

“Persephone…” he said, his voice low and rough. Bast. “The night isn’t over yet. Run.”

I did, turning and diving into the trees, my heart racing. He waited for a few minutes, and then I could hear the thud of his boots as he began to chase me through the trees. The cold left me, as my blood flowed through my veins and I darted through the trees. Another figure appeared, another skull, grinning at me from the shadows and I veered away from him. Another two came out of the trees, and I dodged them, still hearing Bast’s heavy boots behind me.

My heart hammered in my chest, and I gasped for breath as I ran through the dark forest. The branches of trees whipped against my skin, leaves crunching under my feet as I pushed myself to run faster and faster. My pursuers were hot on my heels, their low growls echoing through the night air.

But despite the fear that coursed through me, there was another feeling pulsing in my veins – desire. The thought of being chased by him, of what he would do to me when he caught me, sent shivers of anticipation down my spine.

I couldn’t slow down though. That would ruin the game he wanted to play. He craved a challenge, and I was determined to give it to him.

My mind was distracted, even as I dodged and veered through the trees, and suddenly a dark void opened up in front of me and I skidded to a halt, grabbing onto a tree to stop me from pitching over the edge. What looked like a rather deep and rocky gorge lay before me, cutting off my escape. Footsteps came from behind me, and gasping for breath, I turned and ran along the top, moving further from the edge, but following along to find where it ended and I could get past.

Nate had put me through my paces over the last few months, but I was tiring now, and I knew I was getting slower. The heavy footsteps got closer and closer, and then he reached out and grabbed me. I struggled to get away, but he pulled me to the ground under him, forcing himself between my legs and pinning me down.

I gasped for breath, fighting to get up, but he pinned my hands to the ground, and ground his hips against me.

“Mine,” he growled. He took both of my wrists in one hand, and pulled off his mask. Bast’s dark eyes glittered down at me from the shadows, and his eyes trailed over my body, my breasts rising and falling rapidly as I fought to get my breath back. He bent down, capturing a nipple through the silk and sucked hard.

I moaned under him, my back arching. The knowledge he was chasing me, hunting me down had me already desperate for him. He let go of my hands, and shifted, dragging my dress up to my waist. His hands forced my legs apart and with a primal sound of triumph in his throat. His mouth found my pussy, devouring me like a starving man.

His hands gripped my thighs, holding me in place even as I squirmed beneath his mouth, and his tongue slid inside me. I cried out, arching off the ground, gasping for breath as my body convulsed under him. He slid one hand up my stomach, fingers finding a nipple and pinching brutally hard even as his tongue lashed against my clit.

“So fucking wet,” he murmured against me. “I want to lap it all up. I knew you’d love this. Dirty little whore.”

His lips fastened around my clit and I moaned, my hands sliding through his hair as I pulled him against me. He lapped at me relentlessly, tongue tracing wicked patterns across my sensitive flesh until I was panting and clawing at the ground. The delicious sensation of his tongue circling my clit was heightened by the danger of being found. I twisted beneath him, fingers gripping the fallen leaves beneath me as he alternated between gentle teasing and intense sucking. His hair brushed against my thighs as he quickened his pace, responding to my body's reactions.

“My little slut just loves being eaten out, doesn't she?” He growled, his voice low and dangerous, the vibrations causing me to shudder and pull him closer. I knew I was near, my body aching to release.

He drove me closer and closer to the edge, his tongue thrusting into me, mimicking what I knew would come next. I moaned and whimpered, my body writhing under his relentless assault as he continued to pleasure me.

“Come for me, Persephone.”

His words were like a trigger and I exploded beneath him, my mind going blank as waves of pleasure rolled over me.

“Bast,” I gasped out, my body shuddering beneath him. My hips bucked under his onslaught and I cried out, caught in the exquisite torment. He didn't give me any time to recover. He lapped at me, his tongue flicking over my clit faster and faster until I was writhing on the forest floor.

“Dirty whore,” he murmured against my pussy. “Give me more. I need more.”

His finger slid inside me, curling upwards and I arched my back, my voice crying out into the night, no longer caring if anyone heard. A second finger joined it, and I gasped.

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