Prey, page 3
I swear Scar smiles with the way his mask shifts around his mouth and wrinkles crease around his eyes like he can sense what I’m thinking. This stranger in a mask is more in tune with me than my fucking ex-husband was.
“Always a first,” Scar says, glancing at where Reaper has his finger resting. Locking his focus on my lips, he reaches out and runs the back of his gloved fingers over my outer thigh, like he’s testing my reaction. My nipples tighten and my back arches as Reaper strokes his finger over me again. “I promise I’ll be gentle, Princess.”
“I won’t,” Reaper growls in my ear.
Reaper shifts, pressing me further into him. Underneath me, I feel his thick erection along my backside. Between my legs grows slick with want, making me tilt my hips, but it just digs his length harder into me.
God, how I want to give in to the temptation. Surrender myself to them. To this gnawing desire snaking through my belly.
With a trembling hand, I grip the glass, bringing the straw to my lips, and take a long pull of the drink, but the burning liquor does nothing to tame the fire building in my belly. When it’s empty, Scar removes it from my grasp and sets it on the table in front of us.
Reaper’s soft nudge to my ear sends a wave of longing through me. “But I promise you’ll enjoy how rough I’ll fuck you.”
Scar laughs again, his hand slipping over my thigh to grip right next to where Reaper’s finger is pressed. The sensation sends another jolt of desire crashing through me. His touch only intensifies the longing building within, making it hard to want anything other than Reaper to press harder. For Scar’s hand to join his. For them to do more.
Shit. I like this. Both of their large hands on my thigh. What would it feel like to have their large, strong hands in different places? I imagine Recon resting his hand next to Scar’s on my leg. Fang slipping his up higher. Higher still.
Fear trickles down my arms, and I shut the thought down. What am I doing? If my father found out these men were attempting to get Cora and me to go with them, he’d kill them. Four men taking advantage of his daughter and his little Cora?
And that’s how he’d see it. Instead of us going willingly, taking part in a night of pure lust of our own free will, he’d think they coerced us, or worse, forced us to go with them. He’d fucking destroy them if he thought that.
The only reason Dave is still alive after he broke my heart is because he’s my father’s lawyer. Dave’s too important to dispose of and too many questions would arise if he was found dead in an ally. Not that he isn’t replaceable, but in my father’s profession, loyalty is hard to find. Even if Dave wasn’t loyal to me, he proved he’s reliable and trustworthy to my father. These guys? They could be anyone.
The thought rushes a tidal wave of unease over me, dampening my curiosity. These men could be my father’s enemies.
Calm down, Delilah. Not every single person is a threat.
My father’s words crash through my head. Keep your eyes open and your heart closed.
I don’t need my heart for this, I think as I meet Scar’s dark eyes. Just an open mind and open legs.
Biting my lip, I suck in a shaky breath, trying to center my thoughts. Scar’s observing me, waiting for a response. I watch as his gaze moves to my breasts before asking, “Who are you?”
“Does it matter?” Scar asks, still eyeing my body. I wonder if he’s thinking about what Reaper said a moment ago. Fucking me roughly.
“It does if you plan on coming on me,” I retort, feeling sparks tingle up my back as Reaper’s hand digs into the soft place between my thighs. My teeth sink into my bottom lip harder, excitement dampening the fabric under his finger as he teases.
“On you?” Reaper asks, laughing darkly. “Kitten, I’m going to be coming in you.”
Scar inches in even closer, his thigh hitting my backside. “And I’m going to take your mouth hard. Make you choke on my cock until my cum is spilling from between your lips.”
My breath rushes out, the image taking over all rational thoughts. I lick my lips and if I could see Scar’s mouth under his mask, I know I’d catch him smiling at my reaction.
“Who are you?” I ask again, blinking the images away.
Get a grip, Delilah. I’m Rune Gavin’s daughter, for god’s sake. A powerful man who’s trained me from an early age to trust my instincts, take control of every situation and turn it to my benefit. Even if the odds are stacked against me.
I’ve spent my entire life building up my father’s empire. Protecting it by doing every single thing he tells me, when he tells me, and I do it with a smile on my face. I’m the only person on this entire planet my father trusts completely. The one person he needs.
As asked, I went to school to manage his finances because he needed me to. He sent Cora as well because she has to abide by his demands as much as I do. Between Cora and me; we know his finances better than he does. We’re the backbone of his corporation hiding what he truly does under mountains of numbers. Under paperwork and mergers. Under the layers and layers of bodies we stepped over to build my father’s company to be the highest grossing network of hotels and clubs this side of the country. Hell, in the entire Western Hemisphere, by the time I’m done with it.
These men are nothing to me. Nothing to my goals of becoming even more powerful than my father. As shitty as my brief marriage to Dave was, that year taught me many things. The first being everything my father instilled in me was true. Only I am responsible for and can take care of my needs. I can’t trust anyone. Not him. Not Cora, whom I’ve known most of my life.
Not even myself sometimes, it seems.
Because I’m quickly losing to these four men who say they want me.
Reaper’s finger feathers over me again, making me bite back a moan.
“We’re not here to hurt you, Princess,” Scar says, leaning into the couch, throwing his arm over the back.
My eyes track his movement, drawn to the thick bands of muscles beneath his shirt. These guys are all muscles and hard planes, making me wonder if they’re bodyguards or just obsessed with the gym. Something tells me they’re more than that.
They’re darker.
Cora’s giggle pulls my attention from Scar. Our eyes meet and she raises her brows in question, silently asking if I’m okay. I give her a slight nod, quirking a brow at the hand still between her legs, making her smirk.
Not like I have room to judge considering.
“Just here to play?” I ask.
Scar tilts his head to the side. “Something like that.”
“Do you guys make it a habit of prowling around clubs, searching for women to fill with your come?” I clutch Reaper’s wrist tighter, that desperate need threatening to consume, but he ignores my grip and continues to feather my pussy with light touches, sending electric bolts of pleasure through me.
“Kitten, we’re always on the hunt,” Reaper says, making me turn my head to look over my shoulder. His dark eyes gleam toxic, reflecting the streams of pink neon light from overhead. “And you’re our prey.”
Chapter 5
Delilah
Reaper moves the hand at my throat up to my jaw and clasps tightly, pressing his face to my ear. “Are you ready for us?”
Next to us, Cora squirms in Recon’s lap, moving her hips to meet the hand between her thighs. My eyes grow wide and I glance around again. Either no one cares enough to look at what’s happening or no one dares. I have a feeling no one dares question these men, which sends excitement surging through my veins. Watching Cora squirm in Recon’s lap as Fang moves his hand over her, builds up a tight coiling sensation in my core.
“Not out here,” I say, watching Cora. Jesus, girl. I know she’s not drunk. At least not on alcohol because we’ve barely had any drinks. Worry eats at my middle, wondering if they did drug the beverages. But I seem okay, even if my skin is buzzing, but it’s only from nerves, not drugs. As if she can sense my fear, Cora lifts her head and catches my eye again. She looks sober enough, just a little dazed, no doubt from the pressure of Fang’s hand between her legs.
“Are we doing this?” she asks, her voice a sharp plea.
I realize if I asked, she’d walk away with me. But can I really walk away? My brain screams that I don’t know these men, I haven’t even seen their faces, but between my legs throbs at the thrill of the unknown.
I don’t know them. They could be dangerous. Fuck, they probably are dangerous and I think that’s part of the excitement. I’ve never done this. Hell, I’ve never done anything so reckless.
But oh how I want to.
“Yeah,” I say, straightening my back. Reaper’s hands fall away as I push myself up off his lap. Spinning to face him, I catch his black eyes and see the corners crinkling, no doubt with a satisfied smirk. “I want to play.”
The four men stand at once, Recon, placing Cora gently down in front of him. When Reaper stands, he towers over me, at least a few inches taller than Recon, and even more than Scar and Fang.
“Names,” I say, looking each man in the eye. “And the masks come off.”
“Masks stay on,” Reaper says with such finality, my breath rushes out. I swear it’s like he pulls the air from my lungs every time he speaks.
“But you can have my name,” Fang says. “I want to hear you scream it when you come.”
Cora breathes out a Jesus H Christ at my side and grips my hand.
“Name’s Viper,” Fang says, and I almost laugh.
“Viper,” I repeat and look at Recon.
He brushes a curl away from Cora’s cheek and grips her chin, speaking his name directly to her. “Breaker.”
A rush of air leaves her as he runs his large thumb over her bottom lip.
I look over at Scar. “And what name will I be screaming when you make me come?”
“Fuck,” he breathes, adjusting himself. “I like this one, Reaper.” He steps in close and leans down between Cora and me. “The name is Striker.”
Cora grins. “Fun names, boys.” She glances around the club and it’s like all the chaotic noise bleeds back in. It’s suddenly too loud. We’d been in such a bubble that the music and nearby laughter seized to exist. “So, where are we doing this?”
Reaper grips my hand in his large one and pulls me forward. With me still holding onto Cora, she follows with the newly named Breaker, Viper, and Striker at our heels. We weave through the club and again, people part to allow us to pass, eyes moving from the men to Cora and me between them. My skin pricks, not liking the many looks we’re getting, but I ignore their curious stares and hold my head up high as we walk to the back of the club. When we reach a large metal door, we all stop. Next to the heavy door stands one of the clubs bouncer’s.
God, please don’t recognize us.
The bouncer’s eyes dart to me, but he looks back at Reaper, who leans in and says something. The massive man opens the door and steps aside, allowing us entry.
Over my shoulder, I glance at Cora to see her raised brows. We both have the same thought.
Who do these men know, that the doorman is just letting them into the private lounge?
Please don’t let it be my father.
The door shuts behind us and the loud thumping music instantly dims, reduced to just a faint pulse, leaving a hollowed-out ringing in my ears. Cora places her hands on my shoulders and peers around me as Viper, Striker, and Breaker walk further into the room.
The space is large. In the center are more couches made of white leather with dark glossy tables nearby. Just like the rest of the club, its dark except for the blue glow coming from decorative lights on the walls and overhead. Recon… No, Breaker, walks to a table and grabs two glasses and a bottle of champagne.
“Drinks?” he asks and pops the top, making me jolt so hard that I crash into Reaper at my side.
He reaches down and runs his thumb along my jawline, making my breath swoosh out of me. “Don’t be nervous, little Kitty,” he says, turning his voice smooth and velvety. “We certainly don’t want to hurt you.”
“God, yes,” Cora says, stepping forward to take the flute from Viper and emptying it in one gulp. She holds it out for more.
“One more,” Reaper says, nodding to Breaker as Striker and Viper move to sit on the U-shaped sectional at the center of the room.
Once the men are settled, Viper pats his lap. “Come here sweet Vixen,” he says to Cora, reaching out to grasp her by the waist and pulling her down. “Let’s continue what we started.”
She giggles and falls to his lap, reaching up and behind her to grip his neck as her head falls back to his shoulder. Viper grips her thighs and spreads her legs wide, using his own to hold her open, much like Reaper had been doing with me. Breaker sits down next to him, inching in close so he can easily run his hand down her torso. Her mouth opens and her gaze flickers to me as his hand lowers and skims between her legs.
Jesus H Christ is right.
“You’re a skittish little kitty,” Striker says, pulling me forward.
We stop in front of the couches next to Cora and the two men. Reaper slips between us and settles down on the center couch, pulling me so I’m across his lap, his hand landing on the top of my thigh and sliding down between my legs, but not touching me there. Striker moves in behind me, sitting next to Reaper on the other side, making the couch dip with his weight, and me slip into the space between the two men’s thighs.
“You’re going to watch for now,” Reaper says.
My eyes dart to Reaper's. The black seems to glimmer with mischief, making my stomach dip. Heat presses into my shoulder and I gasp, so shocked at the sensation of warm skin against mine, that I turn. Striker has pulled his mask up so just his mouth and chin are exposed, revealing warm skin and wide, full lips. His eyes meet mine and in the brighter room I see they’re a rich brown, cast with an almost purple hue in the blue lights. He smirks, making my eyes fall back to his mouth pressed to my bare shoulder.
His lips pull into an even larger grin. “Reaper wants you to watch, Princess.” His eyes move back to Cora and I turn too.
Recon…no Breaker, has pulled his mask up too, showing off full lips and a smooth dark-skinned jawline that’s so perfectly cut, I know he must be devastating under that mask. Cora’s hand lightly touches his jaw as he encloses his mouth over hers, licking the seam. She parts her lips and his tongue slips inside.
My thighs press together, tightness building in my core at the sight of his tongue moving in and out of her mouth like he’s gently fucking her. The prickling heat of Reaper’s focus tells me he’s watching my reaction, but I can’t seem to look away, even as Scar’s… no, Striker’s hand slips around my belly, moving up to cup my breast. My nipple tightens under my bra as he gently kneads, making me arch into his touch.
“Keep watching, Princess,” Striker whispers into my skin. “I want you so wet, you’re dripping for us.”
His words send another surge through me and I focus on Cora as instructed. Breaker’s hands are roaming everywhere, between her thighs, up to her breasts where Viper has his hands as well. The two men’s gloved hands brush each other as they move over Cora, and I wonder for the first time if they will touch each other. Desire flares through me at the thought.
“What are you thinking, Kitten?” Reaper asks, shifting beneath me. His hard length jerks under my thigh and I squirm as even more excitement sears through me, liking way too much that he’s aroused for me. Because of me.
Because of us. Cora and I. Because of this entire situation.
Striker pinches my hard nipple through the material, his other hand slipping up to do the same to my other breast. I realize now my hands have moved of their own accord, and one is gripping Reaper’s thigh, the other pressing into his hard abdomen.
“Tell us what you’re thinking,” Reaper says, more demanding this time.
“Be gentle with her, Reap,” Striker says behind me, almost like a plea. One hand leaves my breast, and he pulls my hair back to place a kiss on the back of my neck.
“Do you guys touch each other too?” I ask, my head dropping to give him access, still watching Cora and the way Breaker’s and Viper’s hands seem to work together, gradually removing her heels, then slipping her leotard and green leggings off until she’s completely naked, her pale skin and freckles on full display.
“Shit. She’s gorgeous,” Striker murmurs behind me,
Viper pauses long enough to remove his gloves and tosses them aside, revealing pale skin and large, calloused hands. Breaker, sensing Viper’s intentions, follows suit, removing his own gloves. As Viper pulls Cora back onto his lap, Breaker grips her thighs, shoving them open to reveal her bare pussy, right before Viper drives a finger inside her, his hand gently cradling her mound.
With a gasp, Cora meets my eyes.
Fuck it, right?
Right. I’m about to watch my friend get fucked.
Thoroughly.
My heart hammers against my rib cage.
“Do you have a problem with that?” Striker says and for a second, I forgot I had asked a question.
Ripping my eyes from Cora getting finger fucked by Viper and kissed by Breaker, I look at Reaper. “You guys fuck each other?”
I swear he cocks a brow under his mask. “Is that a problem?” His body grows hard underneath me as he tenses. “If it’s a fucking problem, you can leave now.”
My stomach dips at his immediate defensive tone. No. Not a problem. I’ve never been in the room with other people fucking, in general.
Licking my lips, I say, “I’m just curious if we’re the only ones who will have cum pouring from us.”
Striker’s harsh laugh sends a heated breath fanning the back of my neck and my pussy pulses.
Biting my lip, I steal a glance back at Breaker and Viper. Breaker releases Cora’s thighs, but Viper’s hand remains between her legs as Breaker stands and begins unbuttoning his pants. Still fingering Cora, Viper leans forward, pushing her upright just as Breaker releases his long, thick cock. He's fucking perfect. Huge. Before Cora can part her lips and accept him into her mouth, Viper leans forward, pulls up the stretchy fabric of his mask, uncovering the auburn stubble along his jawline, and sucks Breaker’s cock into his mouth.
