Page 27 of The Fallen
Unless he’s not human and he fooled the Academy entrance exams. Or, maybe he’s some flavor of shifter. The Academy does allow sups to enroll if they prove they have magical abilities outside of their particular brand of preternatural affliction.
That feral smirk is still on his lips as he slowly leans over me
I clench my teeth to keep the whimper of fear from slipping out. Like hell will I give him that sort of satisfaction, but my heart doesn’t feel the same. It’s pounding hard enough that Jacob has to be able to hear it.
I press my back against the chair as he continues to lean closer, until his warm breath fans across my neck and his lips brush the shell of my ear.
“I can smell your fear, little lamb. It’s delectable.”
I shudder in revulsion at the feel of his tongue as he licks a wet line up my neck.
Gross. Not only do I not know where that tongue has been, but the man himself is revolting. Even though he’s cute —with those gray eyes and auburn hair that he keeps long enough to style into a swoop over his forehead —he’s still an ass.
“I plan to taste it soon,” he breathes out. His hand closes over my groin, and a stab of anger bursts through the fear. Like hell I’ll let that happen!
I slap his hand away from me, my lips twisting into a snarl. “Get your fucking hand off me.”
A thick chuckle rumbles out of his throat, and with it the smell of ash and decay. It isn’t the gag inducing smell of rot, but that subtle floral sweet smell that sometimes happens.
“I didn’t take you for a prude,” he growls out, his hand sliding up my inner thigh.
Nope, not doing this.
I fling myself backward, my sudden action startling Jacob enough that he lets go of me and the chair. I crash to the floor hard enough that my teeth clack together and I ignore the twinge in my hip when it smacks against the arm rest as I roll to my feet.
“What the hell are you doing? First you kidnap me and tie me up, and now you’re going to what? Assault me?” I bite out, equal parts shock and anger rolling through me. I stagger backward, tripping over my own feet as I attempt to aim for the archway. Maybe whoever is doing the summoning doesn’t realize I’m even here. Maybe if I scream someone will rescue me.
My back hits the wall. Hell, I misjudged where the archway is. I don’t get a chance to scream before Jacob’s big, beefy hand is covering my mouth while he shoves his other hand down my sweatpants. I didn’t realize how much larger he is until now, easily a head taller than me and pounds heavier.
I slam my eyes shut as his hand closes around my soft dick, his palm large enough that his thumb can rub against my cockhead while he also pulls roughly at my balls.
I struggle against him, one hand pushing against his chest while the other flutters between the hand over my mouth and the one down my pants. Jacob chuckles, hot breath wafting over my face as he presses closer. He shoves one knee between my legs, kicking my feet apart as he continues to roll my balls in his palm and grind the heel of his hand against my dick.
He just chuckles again and I balk when he slides the hand farther back, fingers dragging up my crack until they find my hole. My gaze fly up and meets Jacob’s. He can’t do what I think he’s going to do. He can’t be that cruel.
He stares down at me. There’s absolutely no expression on his face and his gray eyes have this dead, shimmering look in them. He smiles, the barest upward curve of his lips as he presses his finger against me. I buck, hands clawing at his chest, but he’s so much bigger than me. I can’t get away from him.
His brows furrow, and I have only a second of realization before he’s thrusting his finger upward, forcing it into my body until his knuckles slam against my ass. My eyes shut, my breath freezing in my lungs at the pain. Tears leak from the corner of my eyes as he withdraws his hand before shoving it upward again.
The lack of lube makes his finger feel like sandpaper, and I whimper as my hole tears from the intrusion.
He leans his weight against me, nuzzling against the side of my neck as if we are a couple. “I should say that I didn’t want to do this, but I do. I really, really do,” Jacob whispers as he pulls his finger free. I whimper when he prods my hole again, and I can’t keep the scream from bursting out of my mouth as he rams two fingers into me as far as he can go, grinding his knuckles into my flesh.
I’m on tiptoe, tears and snot streaming down my face as he ruthlessly thrusts his fingers in and out of my body.
Why is he doing this?I didn’t think he would do something like this, even though he’s an asshole. Even when he curls his fingers and begins jabbing at my prostate, the pain and terror override any sort of pleasure.
“Wha’ the hell’s taken s’long?” a voice mumbles, the words slurring enough that I’m relatively certain the person is drunk. Jacob freezes, his fingers still buried in my body. My eyes pop open as I struggle in earnest, shouting as loud as I can, even though Jacob’s hand muffles most of it.
“Just having some fun,” Jacob replies.
The guy stumbles farther into the room, brown eyes blinking owlishly at us. I struggle against Jacob, my hands slapping ineffectually at his chest. Apparently, I’m annoying him enough that he glares at me from the corner of his eye. I get a second’s notice before he pulls his hand out far enough for hope to swell that he’s stopping before ramming three fingers into me.
“Tell Marcus I’ll be there in a moment,” he calls over his shoulder. He smiles down at me, drawing his hand slowly from my body before he rams it in again.
I choke, my arms falling limp at my sides. I can barely breath even though my chest is heaving, and my vision is tunneling down to blackness, white spots flashing chaotically in my field of vision.
With a shudder, he leans the full weight of his body against me, his panting breath making me want to gag as it washes over my face. “Oh, they didn’t lie when they said you all smell like food. I would devour you right now, but you are not the prize that I want.”
