Page 96 of Wicked Devotion
Tufts of grass tear from the roots as I try to hold onto them, and my hands go lax as the other man comes closer, his face hidden by the shadows.
Relief washes over me when the moonlight hits his face just right, but Max’s expression is anything but soothing.
Just like the blade that’s pressed against my neck.
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LOGAN
Fuck, how much I missed having a proper chase. With prey that’s actually scared instead of hiding behind a tree, waiting to attack me. Someone I don’t have to choke into submission first after rolling around in the dirt for minutes, although I do enjoy that from time to time.
Lily goes stiff in my hold as I cut through her shirt, and even when I put my knife aside to rip the last few threads with my hands and tear the shirt off of her body, she doesn’t dare to breathe.
Stroking over her skin, up to her neck to wrap my hand around her throat, I can’t grasp how someone can be so fuckingsoft. Like temptation in its purest form, Lily trembles under my touch. Arching her back so beautifully for me, as if she was made to be used.
Reaching for my knife, I trail the blade over her exposed abdomen. Down, over the fabric of her skirt until I can push it up. Lily flinches as I press the dull edge against her soaked panties, searching for Max’s gaze—but his eyes are trained on my knife.
“Get your cock out, need to shut her up,” I growl.
Lily whimpers, louder this time, and a grin tugs at my lips.
“See, that’s why we need to stuff your pretty mouth,” I say condescendingly while Max steps closer.
With his hand wrapped around his cock, he slowly strokes himself while he takes in the image in front of him. Lily must be a sight to behold, trembling in fear but still opening her mouth like the obedient pet she is.
“Make him feel good, and I won’t hurt you,” I whisper, tightening my grip on her neck. “Not too much, at least.”
When Lily’s lips wrap around Max’s cock, his moan rumbles deep in his chest. I don’t give them time to adjust. Instead, I grab a fistful of Lily’s hair to use her like a toy to get Max off.
He groans, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, and I hope—for him—that he has enough self-control for tonight. Because I won’t stop anytime soon. Not until I’ve claimed my pets in all the filthy ways they secretly desire.
“Our pretty little prey, completely at our mercy.” Pressing my hips against Lily’s half-exposed ass, I groan when she moves. “Lured us out here, made us chase her… All because she wants to get fucked stupid. You could have just asked, sweetheart.”
Max shifts his hips, making Lily take him deeper, and it’s only when the sound of her struggling mixed with Max’s desperate expression evokes a bit of compassion in me that I give her a second to breathe.
I wanted to savor it. Wanted to revel in the pain of denying myself the pleasure of sinking into a tight, wet hole for as long as possible, but chasing Lily made me weak. Too much adrenaline courses through my veins, turning me into a beast that doesn’t want to wait but to ravish.
Letting go of Lily, I hook my knife under the waistband of her panties, cutting them off in one swift motion.Max groans as Lily starts moving her head on her own, probably doing that dirty little thing with her tongue, but as he sees me opening my pants, he clears his throat.
“What about letting me get her ready,” he forces out through gritted teeth, words trailing off into a whimper as Lily tries to take him deeper.
“Your fault for picking such a perfect toy.”
I slide my fingers through her slick folds, making Lily cry out when I softly pinch her clit before I lift my hand to show Max the mess she’s made.
“Look how wet she is, just from getting her face fucked.”
Smearing her juices over my cock, I line myself up with her hole to finally—fuckingfinally—claim her, but I can’t see past the look on Max’s face.
“You promised,” he says, glancing down at Lily for a moment. “Tongue out, baby.”
“No, I didn’t.”
I don’t know exactly what brought his sass back, but I’m wondering if he should be wrecked, with his face down in the dirt, to remind him of his place.
“Also, I have duct tape in my pocket, and I’ll gladly use it,” I add, tugging on Lily’s hair.
I slide my cock over her pussy, and the sound that leaves her can be interpreted as demanding.
