Page 64 of King of the Cage

She nodded and bit her lip. My cock ached at the sight of her small white teeth sinking into her plump, berry-colored mouth. Fucking hell, it had been a long few days without her; my hand had been no substitute for the real thing. I could come in my pants like a schoolboy.

“Just a bit more and they’ll be satisfied,” I decided.

Giada nodded. Her cheeks had turned pink, and she gyrated into me. She wriggled hard against my cock. Every time the ridge of my crown caught her clit, she gasped.

“You’re not going to come like this, are you?” My cock throbbed at the thought. “We’re only putting on a show, remember?”

She nodded, her pupils blown and her eyes hazy. “I’m not, I’m fine.”

I raised an eyebrow and ground harder, and she gasped so loud I clamped a hand over her mouth.

“No one gets to hear your pleasure but me. Don’t you dare come right now, in front of all these motherfuckers.”

I increased my pace, heading for the end of our performance.

Giada bucked into me, her mouth moving against my hand, still sealing her cries inside.

“Don’t you dare,” I murmured again.

She froze, her body shaking.

She’d come. She’d really fucking come. Her cheeks were bright red now, flushed and beautiful. Her eyes were dark and sparkling, somehow at the same time. She clung on to me like she never wanted to let go.

I was fine with that. Really fucking fine with it. I couldn’t stop myself. Just being pressed to her twitching pussy was doing it for me. Her heat came through her panties. My balls drew up, and I came.

I fucking came.

Jet after jet of cum left me, hitting Giada’s panties and painting up her lower belly. Her breath hitched, and her fingers gripped me even harder. I rocked over her for a moment, locked in that intimacy with her, forgetting where we were, when… forgetting everything but her.

My cock was still pulsing when I stopped moving and reached between us, stuffing my cock back into my pants. I glanced down, and the sight of my cum glistening on Giada’s tanned skin seared itself into my brain.

Careful to conceal our little act that had turned a tad too real, I pulled Giada’s cloak shut and covered her from head to toe before I straightened up. Taking her hand, I helped her up from the table.

“Congratulations, Brandon O’Connor. You have claimed. Now, you offer.”

The Sentinel stood and gestured the other members forward. There were more fuckers in the black cloaks than had been around before. They approached.

“What do you mean, ‘you offer?’” I asked, trying to force rational thought into my head when all my blood was still diverted to my cock.

“You make your offering to others.” The man lifted his hand around and gestured to the men gathered.

Offer Giada to the other men?

Fuck.

I might die fighting our way out of here, after all.

Giada’s hand tightened in mine. She was scared, and I couldn’t have that. I sorted through the endless bullshit the guy I’d killed in Maine had told me about this society. The rules about women, and membership, the intricate, archaic traditions that they adhered to as if they were real laws. The solution came to me suddenly in a blinding flash.

Yes. Of course. It was so fucking obvious. Fate stepping in, once again.

“Actually, I think there’s been a bit of a misunderstanding,” I stated.

The Sentinel waited for me to go on.

“I’m not sure how she got mixed up in this Hunt bullshit, but this woman isn’t some rando off the street.”

I stared down at Giada, the woman who had appeared in my life like a hurricane and blown everything I thought I’d known to pieces.

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