Page 14 of Thrill of the Hunt

Slowly, I slip my hand around his thick, muscular arm. I can feel him flexing beneath his black button-up. He’s warm against my cold fingers.

We round a corner to another open living room, and my face drains of color when I see the centerpiece.

A fountain of champagne flutes sits in the center of the room, composed of the exact same flute my father kept in our kitchen cabinets. Most fountains flow with water or perhaps even chocolate to fondue if it’s a large gathering, but not this one.

No, not this one.

Fresh blood fills each glass, then overflows into the next, descending down the tall tower of flutes in a thick crimson river. Bodies hang in the air above them, and their wrists have been cut. They’re bleeding out, draining into the glasses. I almost lose it right then and there when I watch a short, round man approach the table. He’s nude from the waist down, fully exposed. Disbelief is all I can feel when he pulls a full flute from the table, then brings it to his lips, tipping the glass back and swallowing a large mouthful of the liquid.

I try to turn away, but Greyson forces me to stay in place. Heforcesme to watch as this fucked up man guzzles down not one, buttwoflutes of blood. His lips are bright red, stained withblood. A napkin does next to nothing when he tries to wipe it away.

“The glasses are dipped in a psychedelic liquid. He’s getting high,” Greyson explains in a low voice as we watch. “Help yourself to one if you’d like. It may help you get through your next trial.”

“No,” I blurt, drawing a few sets of eyes to us. I repeat myself more quietly, leaning into him, “No.”

A woman dressed in a tight gold dress approaches the table next. Her identity is concealed by a matching gold mask. We make eye contact as she picks up a glass. Long, black hair cascades down her back in soft curls. The gold fabric of her dress hugs her athletic form tightly, elevating her features. Her breasts are perky, pushed together and snug between the low-cut front. She’s absolutely stunning, easily the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. The mask hides her face just enough to make me wish I could see more. She’s mysterious as she watches me through hazel eyes, and she’s confident enough in herself that she maintains eye contact easily.

I wet my lips with my tongue, completely consumed by her presence. A smirk crosses her face when she notices how intently I’m watching her. Greyson’s hand reaches for my ass as he watches me. His eyes are on me, completely ignoring the woman in front of us.

She raises the flute to her lips, tipping it back in slow motion. Long, slow, swallows keep my eyes trained on her. A drop of blood slips around the glass, landing on top of her breasts.

“Hmm,” she hums, sucking her wet bottom lip between her teeth as she looks down at the mess she’s made.

Taking her thumb, she swipes it across the blood, dragging it over her skin. Once she’s coated it in red, she brings it to her mouth, closing her lips around it in the same way I wrapped my lips around Greyson’s fingers in the forest. I’m remindedof the metallic tang, mixed with my own sweet arousal. My clit begins to pulse as I watch her suck on her fingers, cleaning them thoroughly with her tongue. She lets out a moan, letting her eyes flutter closed. She’s doing this on purpose. It’s a show, and I’m her captivated audience.

Greyson’s hand travels lower, hiking up the back of my dress to give himself access to my pussy from behind. He slides two fingers through my wetness, then brings them to my mouth.

“Open,” he commands, pressing them to my lips.

She’s still sucking on herself, but she’s so turned on now that she’s reaching for herself, raising her dress and swirling her fingers over her clit. I moan in response to her movements, to how fucking sexy she looks right now. As my mouth opens, Greyson slides his fingers into my mouth, giving me a taste of myself.

“Suck,” he says, using his thumb to press against my cheek, keeping my face on her.

Closing my lips around his fingers, I swirl my tongue around them, lapping at my wetness and tasting every drop. I moan around him, letting my eyes flutter as I fall into ecstasy, intoxicated by both the show she’s putting on, and the intense way Greyson is watching me.

He pulls his fingers out when he’s decided I’ve cleaned them enough, dragging my bottom lip down and forcing my mouth open as he uses his other hand to reach for my clit. The woman moans louder as she plays with herself, and it’s obvious she’s close. Greyson’s fingers press against my clit, moving in small, slow circles. He’s using the perfect amount of pressure, drawing an orgasm to the surface immediately.

Her head drops back, and she’s spread her legs wider by resting one leg on the table. She’s so loud I canfeelher orgasm when it begins, and I come with her, driven over the edge by Greyson’s fingers. I explode, crying out against his fingers as Icome. I’m not sure if I’m coming for her or for Greyson, but it feels fucking incredible.

The woman and I are left panting as our orgasms come to an end and we break eye contact for the first time. She immediately straightens herself, pushing her dress back down, and takes a champagne flute to-go. I come back to reality, glancing around us.

We’ve gathered quite the crowd. Greyson wasn’t the only one watching us. At least a couple dozen people had been watching us, most of them holding the blood flutes while it was happening. My face flushes with embarrassment, and I turn into Greyson, trying to hide myself.

“Don’t hide from them,” he says as he brushes his fingers through my hair, drawing my forehead to his so that he can plant a kiss on it. “You put on quite the show.”

“I didn’t mean to,” I whisper.

“You seemed like you were enjoying yourself, and there’s no shame in that. The people herelovedwatching you come all over my fingers while the two of you eye-fucked each other.”

I pull back, risking a look around us. The people are already dissipating, moving onto the next grand show. There are plenty of people fucking around the room to watch while drinking psychedelic-laced blood.

“If you liked that, you’re going to love what I have planned for you,” Greyson purrs against the shell of my ear. “You’re already proving yourself to the society. Your confidence is apparent. There was no hesitancy as you took what you wanted.”

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” I sigh, frustrated with myself.

Greyson pulls me into him, pressing his body against mine. His erection is immediately apparent as he pushes into me. I inhale through an open mouth, lost in the thought of how goodhis dick felt inside me. He laughs, smiling down at me as he grabs my hand, pressing it to his dick.

I rub my hand over it, feeling the entire length of it. My mouth is watering, craving the taste of him. Greyson groans into my hand as I work him over his pants, giving him just enough friction to drive him crazy.

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