Page 5 of Run and Hide

The man with the wolf mask has my head cradled in the palm of his hand as he leans down, whispering something only I can hear.

“Are you ready to be scared?” he asks. His breath hits my ear, and I instantly feel warm, even as the cold breeze blows in all directions.

My eyes meet Kian’s through his mask as he stands behind the other man, and I shiver as he brings the cigarette to his lips. The smoke leaves his mouth a few seconds later, and for whatever reason, I want him to be just as close as the wolf.

“What’s your name?” It’s my turn to ask as I barely manage to get the question out without stuttering.

“Cyrus, but you can call me Cy,” he says, standing to his full height and pulling me up with him.

When I don’t say anything, Cyrus begins talking again.

“It was Kian's idea to grab you. You haven't left his mind since he saw you back at the bathrooms,” he says, twirling a piece of hair that had fallen out of my pony around his finger.

The humor in his voice is evident as he circles and stops behind me. His hands move the rest of my hair away from my neck before I feel soft lips pressing there instead. Moving my head to the side, I give him more access. I’m not sure why, but the moment I felt his hands on me, all the fear before vanishes, replaced with need. They aren’t scaring me, even with the masks and fake blood covering them.

They are making me feel desperate instead.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

“This is your time to bow out, little crow. If you don’t want this, you need to tell me now.”

Do I want this? I’m not sure, but the longer Cyrus presses kisses to my neck, the longer I don’t care what he does, just as long as it doesn’t stop. My eyes fall closed at some point, only opening when Cyrus grips my throat from behind.

That’s when I notice Kian right in front of me. It’s hard to read their expressions with the masks covering half their faces, but what I can see makes me rub my thighs together, whichdoesn’t go unnoticed as Kian's eyes drop to them, a wicked smirk plastered on his face.

Before my brain can process anything else, the words leave my mouth.

“I don’t want out.”

Chapter five

Cyrus

Kian and I bothlet out a satisfied groan before he steps forward, leaning down and pressing his lips to Mia’s as I suck on the crook of her neck, marking her.

“On the ground, Mia,” I whisper into her ear as soon as Kian pulls back from kissing her.

She listens and lowers herself right in front of him. I can see the vein in his neck bulging, which tells me he’s trying to hold himself back.

Kian is rough. He loves manhandling anyone he’s intimate with, me included. But the cherry on top? He has a blood kink. It makes him feral. I hope our little toy will be able to handle both of us; at least he’s trying to give her time to wrap her little head around it all.

After Mia is in position on the ground, Kian unzips his pants, letting his already-hard cock spring free. Knowing he wants both of us on our knees for him, I drop down next to her. Mia looks at me, her eyebrows downcast, unsure of what’s happening.

Leaning forward, I grip his cock at the base, stroking it until Kian hisses.

“Lick the tip, baby,” I tell her, desperate to watch her take him in her mouth. I don’t have to tell her twice as her tongue pokes out and her eyes stare up at Kian.

She swirls her tongue around the tip of Kian's cock, and he lets out a moan.

Sounds like music.

Taking him deeper into her mouth, I cup his balls and whisper encouraging words into her ear.

“Just like that, little crow. Do you like the way he feels in your mouth?” She attempts to nod but doesn’t break eye contact with Kian as his hand finds the back of her head. His hips thrust forward until Mia gags, spit dripping down the side of her mouth.

Needing a taste, I pull her off his cock with a pop. Fuck, if she doesn’t look beautiful like this.

“Both of you. I need both of you,” Kian says, sounding like he’s on the edge.

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