Page 18 of Savage Stalkers
Before I can beg for just that, the man in front moves, and I feel him spill on my lower back. His cum drips down my ass, then fingers slide through the mess, and I can’t hold back my moan.
“Fuck,”the man behind me growls.“You’re a filthy mess now. Just the way I like it.”
He uses his fingers to smear the other man’s cum between my cheeks. My entire body goes rigid. It feels so wrong, yet so good at the same time, when his finger pushes inside. I whimper as the pressure makes my hips jerk forward, and my hands grab the sheets.
“You feel that?”he rasps.“That’s him, inside you already. And now I get to fuck you while you’re dripping.”
He doesn’t give me time to answer or even think. He pulls back and slams his cock inside me while pushing his finger into my ass. A strangled sound tears from my throat. His grip on my hair holds me in place, forcing me to take every inch of him, and I do. I take it all.
My mind spins, and words spill from my lips that don’t sound like me.
“Come for him,”the man behind me growls, thrusting so deep everything around me blurs.“Show him how fucking stunning you look as you come.”
I look up at the man watching me silently. He hasn’t said a word, but he hasn’t looked away either—not once. I can’t see his face, but I can feel the intensity of his stare. The pressure buildsfast, and though I try to hold back, to delay the inevitable, my body betrays me. My legs shake, and when he thrusts again, so fucking deep and brutal, I come hard.
It rips through me like a cyclone, making my back arch, and my scream is muffled by the pillow as the man drives into me, over and over, so deep I’ll feel it for days. And the whole time, the silent one watches.
I’m still coming down from the high when the man inside me groans and slams into me one last time. His weight collapses onto my back as a whispered curse slips from his lips.
I flinch when he lifts off me, and my skin is sticky now that I’m exposed to the cool air. Then he’s there, the silent one. He crouches beside me, one hand braced on the mattress. The other presses a towel to my skin, and he wipes away the mess. He’s gentle, like he’s memorizing every inch of me. And finally, he speaks, his voice distorted through the modulator.“You’re mine,”he says, tucking my hair behind my ear.“Signing the contract sealed your fate.”
He stands as I lie there, my body wrecked. They both move toward the door, but one of them pauses, turning his head back to face me.
“Make sure you look over your shoulder, little obsession,”he warns, his voice low and distorted.“You never know when one of us will be there. You belong to us now. And obsessions like his?”He nods his head toward his friend. “They don’t go away, only fester, and nothing good comes from that.”
Then they’re gone, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
Chapter Nine
Zay
Perched precariously on top of the shelf like some kind of predator, I watch Skye through the gap between the books. She’s got her head buried in her studies, completely oblivious to how we’ve cleared out every other student from the library.
My purple glow mask sits beside me, and the anticipation pulses through my veins like a drug. Stalking someone has never appealed to me the way it does to Silas—I’m more of a direct-approach kind of guy. Yet watching her, knowing what’s ahead, has my heart racing in a way I did not expect.
The clock on the wall shows 7:57 p.m. Three more minutes.
I shift slightly, and the shelf creaks just enough to test whether she’ll look up. She doesn’t, far too focused on whatever she’s studying to notice.
My earpiece crackles to life. “Positions,” Kain’s voice cuts through the silence.
I tap twice in response, then Silas sinuously emerges from behind the reference section; he moves differently when he’s in stalker mode.
Skye’s phone buzzes on the table. She glances at it, and her body language shifts. Her senses are now alert as she scans the too-quiet library with wary hazel eyes.
“She knows,” I whisper into my mic.
“Good,” Kain responds. “Let the fun begin.”
I slide the mask over my face.
Below me, Skye’s head snaps around at the sound of a book hitting the floor—Silas’s doing, no doubt. She rises to her feet, gathering her things.
“Hello, beautiful,”I whisper, knowing the voice modulator will carry my words just far enough for her to hear.
She freezes. Her head whips around, searching for me, but I’m already on the move. I drop from the shelf, landing between the stacks.
She bolts.
