Page 28 of Hunting Her
“We don’t have all night,” Brellan says.
“Can’t I have a fucking second?” I snap, my eyes opening and gaze narrowing on him. “You’re not the one getting naked with someone watching you.”
His fingers go to the laces on his pants, undoing them nimbly so he can shove the fabric down his legs. His cock bobs up, hard and massive—larger than Lorcan, who was already above average length and girth.
The markings on his thighs are more prominent than the ones on his upper half. His skin is blue-grey and on his torso the swirls are a similar hue of grey, but his markings have a gradient that gets darker as it goes lower.
I’m breathless as I trace the patterns with my eyes, across thick thighs until they vanish around the back of his body.
“It’s really not that hard,” Brellan says.
My attention snaps up to his cock.It’s definitely hard. And leaking. What’s he talking about?
He chuckles. “Not that hard to get naked with someone watching, my queen.”
Heat rushes to my cheeks and I force myself to stop staring at him. Clutching the waistband of my pants, I avoid eye contact.
“Try being in a cage,” I mumble.
He crosses his arms over his chest and lifts an eyebrow at me.
“Fine. I’ll stop wasting time.” Not that I was trying to waste time in the first place, but I can see how he might have assumed that.
I have to wiggle around in the small space to get my pants down my legs, but then I’m kneeling bare on the cold metal floor. Brellan takes the rest of my clothes and puts them on the workbench with my coat, then grabs a couple of unfamiliar objects he must have brought in with him.
There’s a thin plastic prop bone with a blunt head, and what looks like a wrapped up stick of butter.
Brellan hands me the bone through the bars of the cage, then the butter. It’s cool to the touch, clearly just pulled from the fridge downstairs. They use it for popcorn at the concession.
I put them down on my thighs, a bad feeling washing over me.
“You’re going to use those to prep your ass for me,” he states.
His tone is so matter-of-fact that it takes a second for it to sink in. Then more heat rises to my cheeks, and I shake my head. “No way.”
“Don’t you want to hear what you get if you do it?”
I sink my teeth into my bottom lip. My head shake is a bit more hesitant this time. “There’s no way I’m going to fuck my ass with a prop and some butter.”
“You’d rather stay in the cage? If you give me your ass, I’ll let you out.”
“That means nothing. You could let me out and then grab me to take me down to the Underworld.”
Brellan’s lips twitch into a ghost of a smile. “You drive a hard bargain. You do as I say, and I’ll give you a weapon and a ten-minute head start on Damek.”
Ten minutes is nothing in the face of a demon, but it has to be getting close to dawn. That head start could be the differencebetween winning and losing—freedom and a life as the demon king’s captured queen.
I glance down at the bone and butter in my lap, running my fingers along the plastic object. It’s well made, smooth and seamless, and unlikely to hurt me—well, it won’t hurt more than shovinganyobject up my ass would. And even the rounded head is slimmer than Brellan’s cock.
Part of me would rather him just shove his massive length inside me. At least I wouldn’t have to debase myself by putting on a show for him. I know he won’t accept that offer. Doing as I’m told is part of the punishment for being caught and the payment for my prize.
Taking him up on it is my only choice, unless I want to give up now.
“I hate every single one of you, especially your fucking king,” I say.
“We need a queen who hates strongly and fights fiercely.”
“I think anyone would hate you after being put through this.”
