Page 44 of Vengeful Valentine

Ashmine

My breath was visible as I panted as silently as I could in the woods. My bones ached, I was bruised all over, and my cunt feltused. I had run as far as I could manage, but I had quickly lost the last of my energy. Instead, I now hid inside a large oak tree; its hollowed out base provided a minor reprieve from the crisp air.

I wondered who would find me first. What they would do to me.

My core pulsated in want,need. I had dreamt of this, of my men chasing me and taking me as they pleased.

Happiness. It was an odd feeling that I was not well acquainted with, but I let it wrap around me in its warm embrace.

Hope. It washed down my spine, swirling in my gut, before cycling through to my heart.

When this all started…Ace had been my first. He had been forced to take what I would have willingly given.

I had fallen to Hawk next. His broken soul morphing and churning against my own. He was the most uneasy of the brothers.

Silas had come last. I had to wait until after I graduated. I knew he wouldn’t accept me otherwise.

But once he had…once I had fallen to each of the brothers, I knew there was no turning back.

I thought Hawk and Silas had understood what I meant when I told them I chose them. But no matter now–we would be bound from this night, through blood. Through love. Through trauma.

My three puzzle pieces that made up the hole in my chest.

We would have our happily ever after, and we wouldn’t let anything split us up again.

I wouldn’t allow it.

A branch snapping from nearby caused me to freeze. I didn’t exhale as I closed my eyes and allowed my other senses to take hold. The cold seeped into my clothes, the smell of fresh pine, and the whistling of wind all wrapped around me, but nothing to indicate one of my men had found me. After a few minutes, I opened my eyes and leaned out the tree’s hollow.

Only to come face-to-face with a green glowing mask. I startled back, into the scratchy bark behind me, hissing at the contact.

The bright light was blinding as the man stepped closer, his head angled down.

“Found you.” Ace lunged forward. “It’s fucking cold out here. I need something to warm my cock up.”

He maneuvered both my wrists above my head in one of his hands, and I fought him in a mock play. I wanted him to be rougher. To push me past my limits. To take me and claim me.

As if reading my mind, he shoved me mercilessly further into the tree, his free hand reaching between us, into my pants, landing on the heat between my legs.

I squirmed as his cold fingers flicked against the sensitive area there.

“You are perfect.” He rubbed my clit with short thrusts of his fingers into my core. “You are so fucking wet. This is what you want isn’t it? To be used by the three of us?”

I moaned, arching further into him.

“Hush, if you’re too loud they’ll find us before I’m ready,” he whispered fervidly as he continued to play with my cunt.

I closed my eyes and, for a moment, allowed myself to just feel.

The rough pads of his fingers as they swirled against my clit. The harshness of his hands as they tightened his hold on my wrists. The hardness of his cock as it pushed into me through his clothes. His metallic scent that left me in ruins.

Ace was the sweetest of my men. The softest. But he was also the most loyal, psychotic. He hadn’t been phased when I told him my plan for tonight, instead he had been excited.

My pleasure built as he continued to play with me, teasing me to just the cusp of an orgasm before flicking his fingers back.

I grumbled as he withdrew his hand entirely from me, but before I could make my disagreement more known, he was whipping his pants down, and then mine. His hard cock bobbed upwards for just a moment and then his strong hands found my hips to lift me.

His cock slid into me with little resistance as my legs wrapped around him. My arms linking around his neck, my head falling to the crook of his neck. He bobbed me up and down a few times before spinning us, my bare ass no longer against the tree, now it faced the bitter air outside.

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