Page 10 of The Untamed

Tomorrow, while hunting, I’m going to get it out of him.

I’ll stab him with my knife if I have to.

I wake to moans.

It’s not the first time I’ve heard the sounds coming from my parents’ bedroom, but it’s the first time I listened curiously.

Destiny breathes softly, deep in sleep, in her bed beside mine. Normally, when I hear the sounds my parents make, I ignore them and go back to bed.

Tonight is different.

I want answers.

Slowly, I creep out of bed so as not to wake my little sister. The wood floors are cold on my bare feet. I sneak out of the house sometimes late at night just to have a moment of quiet to myself. There’s an eastern lookout in our yard that faces the river. I like to climb and just sit, enjoying the chirping of crickets, the rushing of the river from beyond the cliff our house sits on, and the rustling of the leaves as the wind sweeps by. Because of these trips alone, I’ve learned to creep around almost silently.

I slip out of my bedroom and make my way down the hall. Mom’s moans are louder as I approach. Their door is closed but not locked. It’s never locked because one of the little kids is always having a bad dream and crawling into their bed. Twisting the knob, I hold my breath to see if they’ve noticed the sound.

When I realize it’s safe, I gently push open the door. I peek my head inside, searching the darkness for them. If Mom won’t go into specifics of what goes on between a man and a woman, I’ll find out myself.

Mom lies on the bed with the moonlight illuminating her naked body. Dad, also naked, has his face buried between her legs. Wet, slurping sounds indicate he’s licking or sucking or kissing her there. On her vagina.

A flurry of butterflies flaps around in my stomach.

“Your pussy tastes so fucking good, Pip.”

Pussy.

The guttural way with which he says those words has heat flooding to my own vagina—er, pussy. I shift on my feet, rubbing my thighs together.

“Reed,” Mom rasps. “I can’t take any more. Fuck me already.”

“I want you to come all over my face,” Dad commands as he reaches up to grope one of her small boobs. “And then I’ll split you wide open with my fat cock, baby. Promise.”

Their words are filthy but send exhilarating shots of desire coursing through me. I try to imagine me and Ronan in that bed. Ronan’s lips on my pussy. Ronan’s commanding words promising what sounds like pain with his hardcock.

“So fucking wet,” Dad croons. “You’re so goddamn needy.”

Mom whimpers and then cries out. Her body arches up off the bed as she trembles. I’m mesmerized by the way her pleasure seems to consume every fiber of her being.

“Good girl,” Dad praises. “My good, sweet girl.”

He crawls over her body, hiding her from my sight. All I can see are the sculpted curves of his back muscles and his firm ass. He reaches between them in the shadows and then his hips thrust hard. Mom’s resounding moan leads me to believe he’s put his penis—er,cock—inside her.

Mypussythrobs.

As though it craves attention too.

I want to make myself moan like she does. As Dad continues to thrust inside of her, I let my fingers dance along my belly over my nightgown to mypussy. I seek out the throbbing part of myself, rubbing it with the tip of my finger.

Oh, God.

That feels good. Really good.

I bite down on my bottom lip to keep from making sounds that would reveal my lurking. I watch as Dad forcefully pushes Mom’s thigh up and starts grinding slowly against her. It’s dirty, but I time my own motions with my finger to the way he moves.

My skin prickles and heats as my knees weaken.

I feel like something wonderful is close.

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