Page 34 of Hysteria Rises
Dragging my lips over the skin at the base of herneck, I hold perfectly still, begging my dick to cooperate, to hold off. I inhale her scent, knowing I can’t handle much more of this.
Then I snap, unable to stop. Before I know it, the head of my cock is prodding at her entrance. And she moans. She fucking moans. So, I do it again, tilting my pelvis, thrusting ever so slowly over and over again until I’ve managed to slip almost all the way inside the wet heat that’s been taunting me for several days. My brain scrambles in my head until I don’t know which end is up. The farther I bury myself, the better it feels.
I’m possessed by something when I’m with this siren. I’m beholden to my base needs. I’m lost. And that’s exactly where I need to be for my own fucking sanity.
“Whoa. What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
EIGHTEEN
MALAKAI
Curiosity piques,then slithers its way down my spine. I can’t fucking believe my eyes. I’m astounded, honestly. Pushing my hair back off my forehead, I leave my hand on top of my head, fingers digging into my scalp like a garden rake through fresh soil. Motherfucker chose this watch shift for a reason for sure—for his very own personal reasons. I cock my head to the side and my lips twitch, zeroing in on the way his ass cheeks clench as he thrusts forward. His movements are sinfully slow. Calculated. But not wholly under his control. It’s as if he can’t even fucking help himself. He fucking knows I’m here. Yet, he can’t stop.
Watching as his body shakes, I wet my lips. Is he really trying to pretend like he’s asleep or some shit like that? But then he groans… and the illusion he’s going for fades as he buries himself inside her tight little body again. Unable to tear my eyes away, I reach down, readjusting my dick. How is she not freaking the fuck out? By all accounts, things didn’t exactly go easy for Hayze the other night. Not that he told me as much, but I overheard him discussing the whole thing with Cross.
My jaw clenches, and I begin to sweat, remembering everything they’d talked about—how she’d shaken and cried out. An orgasm. They’d forced one from her before Hayze made her submit. I guess they were paying attention during the talk Nolan had with us years ago. I’ve always thought it was odd for him to tell us how important a woman’s orgasm was and then in the next breath, we’re sent out into the woods to gracelessly fuck whomever we can in hopes we actually succeed in knocking our women up.
My mind jerks back and forth between that conversation and what’s happening before me, and I find I really fucking wish it were me there with my cock wet.
Finally, I can’t resist messing with Arrow any longer. “You’ve got balls, man, I’ll give you that. Fucking her when none of us have the go-ahead to do as we please and you know it.”
Wetting my lips, I continue jabbing at him. “I wonder what Hayze and Cross would think if they knew what you’re up to. Hell, what will happen when the Collective catch wind of this?”
In the lowest of voices, Arrow bites out, “Shut up.”
I practically snort. “No. Cross was given special permission to assist with her exam. Hayze was told to step in for Finneas because of his absence. But you, myfriend… you and I were simply to keep an eye on her and bring her food and water. Nothing more.”
My gaze moves over the quietest of the firstborn sons as he continues to fuck the girl who’s been haunting my dreams. I’ve thought about little else than sinking deep into that sweet heat. Her wet cunt is all I can focus on. There’s something about her indignant fire that has my full attention, but the odds of her letting any of us near her are close to zero. I lock on Arrow’s backside again. Not while she’s conscious, anyway. I huff out a breath. This is what I get for following the stupid fucking rules. Working my jaw to the side, I stalk closer, my lip curling as I take hold of the bars opposite them. Eyes shifting to the side, I note the open fucking cell door.
“Planning on just letting her go or something?”
All at once, our newest woman startles awake.Holy fuck, she’d actually been asleep. Twisting, she wrenches herself from Arrow’s hold. “Oh my god! What the fuck?” She scrambles away, turning around and yanking her gown down over her lower half.
That’s a shame. I purse my lips, the image of her bare ass burned into my retinas. It’s plump like a piece of ripe fruit. Fuckin’ delectable. And I’d like nothing more than to take a bite. She glares at Arrow, and for the moment, I’m entertained enough simply watching the explosion.
“What’s wrong with you?” she gasps out, breathing hard. Dismay drips from Twenty-three’s voice, and it makes me want to laugh, because I gaveArrow more credit than was due. She had no fucking clue what he was up to. She must sleep like a fucking rock because otherwise, how she wouldn’t have felt his dick plowing into her is beyond me. We share a bedroom and a communal bathroom, I’ve seen his cock. He’s fucking huge.
Her cheeks are pink as hell, though… and that leads me to wonder how she truly feels about what he’d been up to. She sucks in a breath. “Get out! Get the fuck out!”
I watch in amusement as Arrow throws his hands up to fend her off as she lunges at him, furiously slapping. He gets to his feet, backing toward the opening in the cell. There’s nothing for me to do but snicker. I lift a brow, eyeing the spitfire who’s been raising hell around here. “You really think it’s for you to tell him to get the fuck out? Like this is your bedroom in your castle or some shit like that, princess?”
“What the hell is going on in here?” My father’s voice crashes into all of us with the effect of a tsunami obliterating a cute little seaside town. It has the mirth falling away from my lips and panic coating the features of the girl’s face. “Why is the door open?” His gaze darts, questioning, from me to Arrow before it lands on the girl. She practically trips over herself to shuffle back against the wall as far as she can get from all three of us.
“Son. Answer me.” Kiefer’s brow raises, and he narrows his gaze. I can tell things are about to go to shit. Well, I’m not going down, too.
A drag of air reaches my lungs before I gesture to Arrow. “He was inside the cell when I got here to check on her.”
“Is that right?”
I fold my arms over my chest, my head bobbing. Arrow’s got his back to us, but it’s fairly obvious he’s still tucking his dick into his pants.
“Come here.” The girl watches with wide eyes as Arrow exits the cell to stand before Kiefer. “Don’t lie to me. Did you put your cock inside her?”
Her intake of air is audible, but interestingly, she doesn’t say a goddamn word. Makes a fair amount of sense, really. She’s been here for days now, and I can tell she’s intelligent—too fuckin’ whip-smart to have not figured out by now that it’s better to keep her mouth shut as she acclimates to this environment and how to survive the men here.
Some women learn faster than others. And that’s why some last longer.
My father’s brow raises as he looks from Twenty-three to Arrow, then when there’s no response from either, he storms into the cell and hauls her off the floor. He turns, his gaze pinning Arrow with daggers. “You will wait in the gathering room until we return. I’ll have a word with the others, and we’ll discuss your punishment. Understood?” A moment later, he’s spun around, and with a gasp of dismay from her, he disappears down the hall.
