Page 124 of Beautiful Prey

His voice was just a whisper on the wind, laced with obvious surprise as if he hadn’t expected me to still be here. I turned tohim, hardly seeing him even as he stood right before me on the edge of the dark.

I faced him. The look he gave me made me shiver. His eyes—cat-like from the flames—focused only on me as if he could see nothing else. Like seeing only moonlight in deep water.

“You didn’t run,” he said softly.

“No.”

I swear I caught him shiver or maybe it was just the flickering of the fire. “I thought…” he began.

“I know,” I said. I turned my head to the fire. “You didn’t hurt them. At least not too badly.”

I caught him smiling. “Kid fell on a pile of leaves,” he answered. “He’ll be fine. Just scared the shit out of them. I figured it was enough.”

“Thank you.”

“If it’s what my sweetheart wants.”

I closed my eyes, my face warming and not just from the fire.

“You’re mine now, Evee.”

I opened my eyes and turned to him. His expression was hard to read. I almost mistook it for cold indifference as if he were trying to hide his feelings, to mask them since he didn’t have the one I held now to cover him. But I saw the uncertainty in his eyes. The little boy who wanted someone—no, wantedme—to love him. Desperately.

I told him I did and yet he was still unsure. That it wasn’t true despite all the signs.

So, I gave him another sign.

I went to him and gave him back his mask. As he put it on, I slowly peeled down the top of my dress.

I unbuttoned his shirt and he slid it off. I kneeled before him and unbuttoned his pants, then unzipped them.

“You really have messed me up,” I whispered.

He didn’t say a word, but he had to know it was true. He’d broken me into tiny pieces in an attempt to fit me to him, and the pieces were starting to stick.

I could see a thin layer of sweat on his hard stomach. I leaned in and kissed close to his hip bone, then down toward the center, flicking my tongue out to taste the little beads of sweat. As I kissed him, I slid his pants down further.

His cock was rock hard. I brushed my lips against the side of his cock teasingly.

He choked down a curse. One hand reached out, gentle at first, his fingers trailing across my face lovingly. As his knuckles brushed against my cheek, I brought my mouth to his tip, parting my lips around him.

“Fuck, Evee,” he groaned softly, trembling. His hand swept up across my head and I felt him wrap my hair around his fist, keeping my head in place. He moved his hips and I opened my mouth to take him in, inch by inch. I savored the taste of him as he slid against my tongue. I sucked and teased, hearing his breath grow ragged as he slipped deeper till he couldn’t anymore and he drew back. My hands clutched his legs as he quickened his pace, his cock hitting the back of my throat.

“Oh, baby,” he growled. His hand kept me pinned as he sank into my mouth again and again. I heard him mumbling, more praises, more pleas, until the words started to seem incoherent, nonsensical. “Mine,” he said in a guttural voice. His body shook with laughter and it suddenly occurred to me, in a dull panic, that he might be having an episode. I thought to pull away, but he wasn’t having it, my head hardly able to move. So, I let him ride it out, let him use me, trusting he would come out on his own. “She’s mine,” he said, breathlessly. “She’s mine, you can’t have her. You can’t have me either, you bitch.” He laughed again, then he cut off with another loud groan.

My head rocked as he thrust. He jerked my head back so I was forced to look at him, then he thrust a few times more. “You see? She feels so fucking good,” he said. “I’m going to come right in her sweet mouth and I’m going to love it. I love it…I love her and nothing you can say will change that.I’m hers.”

His body jerked, then he moaned and I felt him come just like he said he would. I drank him down as he pulsed inside my mouth, hot and bitter. And I relished it.

Finally, he released me, sliding past my lips. I gasped for air as his hand unraveled from my hair. He sank to his knees before me, breathless.

I could see the stunned wonder in his eyes.

He choked down another fit of laughter. “You lost…lost. I’m all hers.”

Without thinking, I swiped off his mask and he didn’t so much as flinch. I could feel how wet I was, and I wanted to feel him inside me. But the helper in me needed to make sure he was okay. I pressed my hands to his face and he closed his eyes, mumbling and repeating his words.

“Emery,” I said. “Come back to me.”

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