Page 27 of Snake

Mason

Ifucking love the holidays. Christmas and Thanksgiving because of the food, duh, but then there’s Halloween and the Feast of Ashes. Girls get all kinds of crazy around those holidays. A good crazy. Thanksgiving and Christmas, all they want to do is feed you. Halloween, girls want to get laid—usually while wearing a slutty nun, bunny, or first responder uniform. Another kind of good crazy. But sometimes it’s a bad crazy...like Valentine’s Day.

That’s when every fucking girl in Cinderhart seems to be on a quest to get knocked up.

Feast of Ashes is like a mix of Halloween and Thanksgiving. Girls are trying to feed you and fuck you. Usually at the same time.It’s my favorite holiday by far. Which is why Igot given the task of plying Nim with food. The Feast of Ashes has plenty of traditions, and one of them is sending your intended a bunch of sweet treats in the week leading up to the festival.

Silas insisted I film it, of course. Probably wanted to check that all the treats we bought ended up in Nim’s belly…and not mine.

When she goes to her history class, I’m already hiding outside the window behind one of the smaller oak trees in the courtyard. I had to pick off some bits of ivy that were getting in my way, but I have a pretty clear view of Nim as she walks up to her desk.

I get a perfect shot of her eyes widening when she sees the gold-dusted truffle in its small, clear plastic box on the table. She glances around, trying to see if anyone around her reacts. Some of the other girls in the class are glaring at her jealously, and more than one guy is grinning at her.

As if any of them have a chance with her.

There’s a note under the small box.

We’ll be your kings, if you’ll be our queen.

With her back to me now, I can’t see her reaction to the note. Her teacher says something—the sound muted through the thick window glass, and Nim hurriedly takes her seat.

She holds the chocolate for an eternity, waiting for the right moment.

When her teacher turns his back to write something on the board, she tosses it into the corner of the room.

My jaw drops.

The fuck did she do that for?

The note she crumples up and drops on the floor by her feet, then she calmly takes out her notebook and starts writing down the teacher’s lesson from the board.

My jaw locks tight. The fucking nerve of this girl. We sent out to the best chocolatier in town for Nim’s treats and paid a pretty fucking penny to get it shipped here in climate-controlled packaging. I was hoping to watch her eyelashes flutter as she ate it. My cock was getting hard at the thought.

Fuck it. If she doesn’t respond to my guerrilla tactics, then I guess this will become a war of attrition. She doesn’t know it, but there’s a second wave coming.

Nim doesn’t stand a chance.

A linebacker’s girlfriend hands Nim her second chocolate of the day in the hallway outside her English lit class. Nim stares blankly at the girl, waits for her to leave, and tosses the chocolate in the first trash can she sees.

I’m growling in the back of my throat as I watch her go to her next class. Then I dig our gift out of the bin, glare at it, and shove it in my blazer pocket.

She’s eating this…even if I have to force it between her lips and stroke her throat like a puppy to make her swallow.

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