Page 17 of Thrill of the Hunt

We’re supposed to be putting on a show, mixing paint colors with our bodies, and yet, here we are. This is one way to piss off Greyson, to punish him for bringing me here and forcing me to play his games. I can make games of my own.

Clearing my throat, I ask the man in the green mask, “What’s your name?”

I bite my bottom lip as I finish the words, arching my back slightly and pushing out my breasts. His eyes drop to them, taking in the sight of them before he speaks.

“Mason,” he says as he wets his bottom lip with his tongue.

I don’t have to look down to know his dick is rock hard, standing straight up for me. I wouldn’t be surprised if theydrugged some of these guys with a little blue pill in addition to the purple one.

Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Greyson shift in the throne above us, moving closer to the edge of his seat. A devilish smile cracks across my lips, and I reach out to Mason, gently sliding my hand across his forearm. Goosebumps raise on his skin as my fingers move, and he lets out a low, hungry growl.

Mason slips his hand around the small of my back, pulling my body into his. “What’s your name?”

His dick pokes my stomach as he leans in, fanning his breath across my ear. Chills roll down my spine, and I crane my neck to meet his eyes. Greyson warned me about keeping my identity a secret. Telling Mason my name would be foolish, especially in the presence of so many Elders.

My brain isn’t working. It’s not computing the fact that I need a coverup, so I do the only thing I can think of. With my heart thumping, I reach down, taking his dick in my hand. It’s covered in paint, making it easy to slide my hand over him. He moans, pushing his hips into me. I’m forced to step back, bumping into the table behind me.

A champagne glass falls, splashing my back as the liquid hits the table. Mason either ignores it or doesn’t notice, and he covers my mouth with his, dominating my mouth as I stroke him. His tongue is warm as it pushes inside me, and I don’t fight him when he swirls it inside my mouth.

Knowing Greyson is watching, I cry out against Mason’s mouth when he drops his fingers to my pussy, kneading the paint into my sensitive skin. Mason reacts to my cry by pushing a finger inside me. He pumps it in and out, using his leg to spread me wider for him.

I’d intended to put on a show of myown,for Greyson, fucking with him instead of mixing the paint colors like I’m supposed to, but I’m getting lost in the feeling of Mason’sfingers. I’m already on cloud nine, feeling like I’m walking around in spirit form and none of this is real, and the added touch of his fingers on my pussy drives me over the edge. I get lost in them, and I begin to forget what I’m doing.

Mason slides his fingers around my hips, then cups my ass as he lifts me onto the table. The rest of the champagne glasses fall, spilling all over the floor and the table. The blood seeps into the table cloth as it spreads, disappearing completely. He pushes me back, and I let go of his dick as I lean back, using my elbows to prop myself up on the table.

“I’m going to make you feel so fucking good,” he growls as he spreads my legs wider, giving himself full access to my pussy.

From above, I know they can see everything. They purposely left the balcony dark, leaving the only light in the room down here for their viewing pleasure. If I had to guess, I’d say most of them are probably up there stroking their dicks as they get off to watching us.

Mason’s mouth is on my clit before I can say anything, and I watch him as he begins devouring me. He nips, licks, and pulls at my flesh, eating me like I’m his last meal. I fist my fingers through his hair, pushing his face into my pussy when I need more pressure. Sliding his tongue through my center, he bobs his head up and down before landing on my clit, where he suctions his mouth to my nub. His tongue flicks out, batting at my clit as fast as he can. I almost scream as the pleasure takes over, mixing with the ecstasy of the psychedelic in my system.

“Fuck, yes!” I cry out, bucking my hips against his mouth.

He wraps his hands around my legs, holding me still as he goes deeper, plunging his thick, wet tongue inside my pussy. His hot breath against me makes me shiver, sending waves of pleasure pulsing through my body.

“You taste like heaven,” Mason groans, letting his dark eyes meet mine.

This is euphoric, absolutelyfuckingexhilarating.

Reaching down, I use my fingers to swirl around my clit while he eats me. Together, we draw out my first orgasm, and I can’t hold back my moans as they come barreling out of me. My head hits the table behind me as I fall back, letting him taste every bit of my pussy. Stars form in my vision, shattering around us. He doesn’t stop until my body is shaking and I’m on my way down. My fingers move in low, drawn out circles as my body finishes convulsing.

Hand on my cock, I stroke as I watch Isabelle fall to her knees. She’s quite the specimen, bold and dramatic, but so fucking smart. There are ten other people down below, all fucking each other in various positions and intensities, but every Elder spectating this event has their eyes glued to my girl and the man she’s about to suck off.

I hadn’t expected her to leave the path the announcer put her on. He told her to mix her paint with someone else to create a new color, a visionary masterpiece, but instead she’s down there fucking around with a man doused in the same color as herself.

She knows what she’s doing.

Every chance she gets, she’s looking up here, searching for a reaction I’m not going to give her. I’ve set my reputationas emotionless. A cold-hearted killer. She won’t get the satisfaction of seeing me fall apart while she believes she’s fucking up the game.

She isn’t. She just doesn’t know it yet, but it’s coming.

Their watches are set to alarm any minute now, and then the countdown begins. Very few people ever make it out of this room alive, but that’s why I chose it as her second trial. The third is simple and an easy homerun if she completes this one.

Isabelle’s lips part as she takes him in one hand, raising his cock while she flattens her tongue on the underside of it. She moves in slow, fluid motions while tasting the entire length of him. He’s watching her, whispering words of encouragement to keep her confidence boosted.

His cock disappears down her throat, and she takes him to the hilt. My hips jolt as I stroke faster, imagining it’s her mouth on my cock instead of my hand. She’s taking himsowell, like the good little slut she is. It was so easy for her to spread her legs for him, letting him taste her sweet juices before he fucks her face. If I had any less self-control, I’d be down there in an instant, joining them and plunging my cock into her tight pussy while I watch her swallow him. Perhaps someday, in another place, when her life isn’t dependent on whether or not she figures out what her task is.

The man grabs the back of her head, then thrusts himself to the back of her throat. His groan echoes through the entire room, rising above the music and moans of everyone else. I’m so close to coming, sofuckingclose to exploding all over this balcony.

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