Gavin pulls away and turns back to me. "I'm going to let Arden know. You coming with me?"
Before I can answer, Hunter does for me. "No. She's not finished here yet."
I raise an incredulous brow. The fucker's dead. There isn't anything to finish. Hunter must see my thoughts plain as day on my face because his gaze turns lascivious, eyeing me like a piece of meat. Oh. Oh shit. My panties immediately dampen with slick as memories assault me from the first time we were in here. It looks like he's up for a repeat performance.
That's not something I'll complain about.
Bring it on.
The chair holding Trevor's body screeches across the floor as Gavin disappears, obviously reading the room when my perfume thickens in the air. The anticipation of what Hunter's going to do to me makes me so damn giddy I bounce on the balls of my feet, ready to get this started.
There's something so damn hot about what Hunter can do with his tools down here, and it gets me even wetter just thinking about it.
A hot body presses against my back, rubbing his already hard cock against my ass. But it's not Hunter. He's busy pulling chains from the ceiling, the same ones the last guy was hooked up to when he died. The same ones I wanted to use on Trevor, but now I know why he didn't. He planned to still use them, but on me instead.
"It smells like my omega is getting excited," Vinny murmurs against my ear, dropping his head and inhaling deeply where my neck and shoulder meet. A shiver shoots down my spine, and I toss my head back, giving him more access to my skin. Something just feels so damn right about him touching me. It's like live wires live in my nerve endings, and they are all firing off at once, lighting me up from the inside out.
"As hot as it is watching Haylee grind her sexy ass against your dick, you will not be participating." I stiffen at Hunter's words, remembering that Vinny is still under punishment, and I pull away, putting some distance between us. Vinny is all-encompassing, and he muddles my thoughts whenever he is near.
"Asshole," Vinny growls, backing into the corner with his hands raised in defeat.
"Uh, uh, uh." Hunter waggles his finger at Vinny like he's a naughty child. "I don't know where you think you're going, but if you want to stay and watch, you need to come over here."
With great reluctance, Vinny makes his way toward Hunter, apprehension clear on his face. Even I'm a little worried about what Hunter's going to make him do. It could be anything. But there's one thing I do know for sure. Hunter isn't going to allow him to get himself off. This is a tease for Vinny to make him hurt even more. It almost seems like Hunter is punishing him in his own way for all the shit he put me through in the beginning.
Hunter snags Vinny's hand the second he's close enough and wraps the dangling chain around his wrist, then secures it above his head. Vinny starts to fight against the bind holding him, but he never makes it free as Hunter snatches his other wrist and pins it above his head, too. If I didn't know they were basically family, I would worry that Vinny was next on Hunter's chopping block.
"Strip, little killer."
Well, okay then. I guess we're doing this.
As I slowly start to peel my shirt off above my head, Hunter mimics my actions, removing his, too. For every piece I take off, Hunter copies until I'm standing bare before him and Vinny, except Hunter stops, and he stands clad in only a pair boxers. Which is a surprise because he’s normally commando under his pants. His massive barrel chest heaves as his silver eyes zone in on the juncture between my thighs. Their intense gazes turn me on even more, my core clenching, causing slick to trickle down my thigh. Vinny and Hunter both rumble their approval.
Hunter makes a come hither motion with his fingers, wanting me to join him under the second set of chains hanging above his head. If I have to guess, he's going to take me within only a few feet of Vinny, giving him a front-row seat to the pounding he's going to do to my pussy.
On light feet, I follow his directions and come to a stop right in front of them both, basically standing directly in between them.
My eyes dart over to Vinny, watching as he clenches his hands above his head, the veins in his neck popping out as he fights against his instincts to reach for me. The omega part of me is preening under his stare, but I hide it, not wanting him to know yet just how much his wanting me makes me want to climb him like a fucking tree, just like I did the first day I met him. Except this time, it would be different. This time, I would jump directly on his cock and drop onto his knot, milking him for all the cum he's saving up for me.
Speaking of his knot, my eyes trail down his chest to the tent in his suit slacks. It's big and thick, and from here, it even looks like it's throbbing for me.
"Little killer." Hunter drags my attention from Vinny reluctantly. "Hands up, Omega."
I do as I'm told, lifting a little onto my toes and thrusting my chest out toward Vinny, giving him something to look at. Heat flairs behind his sooty lashes, and he bites his lip as he zeroes in on my pebbled nipples.
Hunter takes the extra chains and binds my wrists, the same as he did to Vinny, leaving us both trussed up with only about four feet separating us. Hunter then plasters himself to my back and reaches around, palming my tits and flicking my nipples, giving Vinny a show of what he's missing.
Slick continues to slip down my thighs, even more so now that Hunter's touching me.
A whimper breaks free when Hunter pinches my nipple hard and pulls on it, eliciting a small bite of pain. Vinny echoes my whimper with a groan, sounding of part arousal, part frustration.
Hunter’s heat disappears from my back momentarily, but when it comes back, it’s with the added bonus of his unclothed cock. It wedges between my ass cheeks, bringing back thoughts of when Gavin took me back there.
My thighs press together, looking for friction, the scene playing before my eyes as an overlay of what’s happening in front of me. Hunter wrenches my legs apart with a tsk. “Don’t make me chain your legs, too, little killer. You keep those pretty thighs open for me.”
Fuck. My legs tremble with the need to close them again, but I do as he says, not wanting to be chained completely. Not yet, anyway. We can work up to that some other time.
Hunter’s arm bars across my waist as his other hand proceeds around my hip, and then his fingers dip into my center. A whine tumbles from my mouth as he pumps those two fingers before extracting them and walking away from me.