"What if she doesn't wake for hours, Cross? You prepared for her to get hypothermia out here? How much fun is she going to be, when her limbs are so cold she can't fucking run from us?" I demand, my voice filled with the wrath that's spilling forward.Fuck it, maybe I'll be the one to spill blood instead.
"Why are you so worried, Riv? You going soft on us for a piece of ass?" Cross stalks forward, leaving little to no room between us as he invades my personal space, his warm breath fans across my cheek, and his delicious scent fills my nose. His hand lifts, grasping onto the nape of my neck, and pulling me closer, until even in the dim light I can see the obsidian specks in his dark eyes. "She doesn't matter, do you hear me? She's nothing, no one. Stop making her out to be something she's not. You're no one's hero, River, none of us are."
His mouth crushes down on mine, demanding my immediate surrender, and when I don't oblige him, his teeth bite intomy bottom lip, causing me to gasp with the sting, and allow his tongue entry into my mouth. The first hit of him has me moaning and grasping onto his shirt, pulling him as close as possible, until there is no him or me, but just us. One of his hands tangles into the hair at the back of my skull, forcing me to deepen the kiss while he controls my movement, just the way he likes. His tongue slides against mine, battling in a war I can't and won't ever win, and a moan tears from my chest and into his mouth, where he swallows it with a sound of pleasure. I can feel his hard cock pressing firmly against my hip, and everything in me wants to pull it out and caress it.
"That doesn't seem fair, assholes," Damon's harsh voice breaks the spell between Cross and me, and Cross steps back, releasing me from his hold. My eyes zero in on his swollen lips, as his tongue slips out and licks my taste from their surface. I force my glance away from him and back toward Damon and Livy, only to realize that, in the short span of time Cross had me distracted, Damon has stripped her bare, and is stroking her naked breast, the hardened tip standing erect with the cold, and his attentive fingers.
My teeth grit with anger, as I watch her shiver and twitch in distress, trapped both in the nightmare inside of her drugged mind, and the one happening out here in real time. His fingers slide down her pebbled flesh with a gentleness that I would never think him capable of. Once he reaches her mound, he slides his finger through the strip of trimmed dark hair, before using the pad of his finger to draw circles on her clit. Her body shivers once again, and her back slightly bows, her legs falling open as his finger slips between her pussy lips. "Fuck, so tight and warm, shit. If I put my cock inside of her, I might just welcome death," Damon groans as he licks his lips, mesmerized by the actions of his finger thrusting slowly in and out of Livy's tight hole. The desire to rip his head from his body swarms overme, and I have to stop myself from knocking him out. I ignore my hardening cock, refusing to give in to my baser urges.
Her head tosses and turns on the forest floor, twigs and leaves tangling in its thick lengths until she resembles a woodland nymph, a Dryad in one of my favorite pieces of artwork.Fuck, she's absolutely beautiful.
Her face scrunches up, her eyelids attempting to open, as she endeavors to fight off the effects of the drug. Damon pulls back, bringing his digit to his lips and getting his first taste of her, and if the look of euphoria is anything to go by, we're going to have a fucking problem restraining him. "OH FUCK! She tastes amazing!" He leans down, his tongue slipping from his mouth, and licks at her little nub, before slipping it between her pussy lips.
"Enough, you fucking deviant, don't touch her again, or I'll snap your fucking neck. She'll wake soon, and as hot as it is watching you eat her like a fucking rabid wolf, I want to play with her. I want to watch her scream and run from us." Cross drags one of his hands through his hair, while the other adjusts his sizable cock, tenting his pants.
Well, shit, when he puts it like that, some of my guilt disappears. Sorry, Livy, but it's time to play hide-and-seek.
CHAPTER 29
CROSS
We brought her here for the chase, for the panic, for the way she’ll run when she finally realizes she’s trapped in the woods with us. We craved to see her fear on display, to revel in the power of our control over her, but the moment we set her down on the cold leaves, I began to worry that we’d pushed her too far. She’s our prey, our plaything, and we’ve overestimated her endurance with the‘G’floating through her system. A surge of unreasonable rage fills me at being thwarted, and denied my pleasure, and at that worried look across River’s empathetic face.
He’s catching feelings for her, and I can’t allow that to continue, fuck his guilty conscience. He belongs to me, to Mayhem, and not her. She’s fucking nothing. Even as I try to reassure myself and cement that belief in my mind, I feel my conviction fracturing. There’s something about Olivia Springhill that defies all logic and understanding. We barely know her, yet it’s like she’s managing to make it under each of our skins, burrowing deeply so we can’t get her out. She’s a toxic parasite, and I won’t allow her to infect and change us.
Olivia’s now limp as a discarded doll, her head rolling against the leaves strewn on the ground, after the deviant fucker had a taste of her. A part of me wants to grab one of the thick discarded branches, and bash his head in for being brazen, and touching her. She’s fuckingmine,my new sister, my fucking pet.Yet, I keep my lips sealed and my hands fisted tightly at my sides, refusing to give in to the temptation to start a war with my best friend over this inconsequential woman. The moonlight cuts sinisterly through the semi-naked branches above us, casting eerie shadows on the forest floor, and making the hairs at my nape stand on end. It paints her smooth, pale skin in silver streaks, that make her look unreal, like something the forest has decided to keep for its own. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, adding to the surreal atmosphere.
My fingers itch to trace over the shattered heart tattooed on the side of her abdomen, and the angel with its wings torn off on her back, and I wonder about their significance in her life. Does it represent someone that died, and left scars with their passing, or worse, a fucking guy that broke her heart? The need to find this imaginary fucker, and rip his heart out of his chest, is almost overwhelming, and I have to force myself to take a deep breath, and calm my racing heart.I don’t give a shit, it’s not important,I try my best to convince myself, even as I fail at the task.
“She’s too out of it,” Damon growls, dragging his hands through his inky hair with frustration, as he stands up and begins to pace, like he needs to burn off the aggravation. I watch as his hazel eyes search the shadows, filled with the fear he’s trying to hide. “This isn’t the level we wanted. She’s useless like this.”
“She’ll wake,” I reply with annoyance, but my tone doesn’t sound convincing to my own ears. “Just give her a sec, the cold air will help.”
We give her a minute and then another.Nothing.Our breaths fog in front of us with the cool air, and I’m beginning to worry that River might have a point, and the bitch will die from hypothermia, and I’ll have to explain to my father why my new unwanted sister is dead. The urgency of the situation is palpable, and I can feel the tension radiating off all of us.
Olivia’s breathing is slow, shallow, steady enough as it rises and falls, like she’s drifting somewhere far from us, somewhere we can’t reach. Her lashes flutter like she’s trapped in a nightmare. Fuck, not ideal, not for what we came out here for.
“Come on,” River squats down next to her and mutters, shaking her shoulders. “Wake up, Hellstorm,please.” Her body rocks uselessly in his grip. No resistance. No panic. No spark of awareness. “Cross, she’s too cold, we have to redress her and get her out of here. Maybe there was too much of the drug in the water bottle.”
“How are we supposed to chase her, if she can’t even fucking stand right now?” Damon curses, and kicks a fallen branch in anger, sending it crashing against a nearby tree like a toddler having a tantrum.
A prickle of guilt crawls up my throat, unwelcome, and too familiar. We didn’t bring her out here for this, not to watch her sleep, certainly not watch her die of exposure to the elements. I won’t be denied my prize, and vengeance for all the shit she’s pulled, since arriving in Soule. The memory of her defiant expression, as she described getting fucked hard by Sim to my father enters my mind, and I lose what little restraint I have left, as growing panic settles on my skin. I kneel down beside her, brushing her soft purple and brown hair off her face. Her skin is still slightly warm, but it won’t be long before that changes out here. She doesn’t flinch or turn toward my hand. If it weren’t for her closed eyelids fluttering, the warm breath escaping her nose,and the occasional small whimper leaving her lips, I would think she was dead.
The guilt hits hard for a second, sharp, honest, human, but right under it, something else stirs. That dark curl of anticipation, with sharp talons digging into my very soul, that I keep pretending that I don’t feel. The idea of her suddenly jerking awake, eyes wide with terror, and realizing she is alone with us, in the dark woods, with no one around to hear her scream, fuck, that’s glorious. It sends a rush through me that I don’t want to acknowledge, but I can’t look away from either, and I feel my cock strain in my pants. She needs to wake and fulfill my fantasies; that’s what she’s here for. Her new purpose in life is to please me, her stepbrother, and new owner.
I distinctly hear a zipper sliding open, and I have to force my glance away from Olivia. When I look over at Damon, he’s moved back toward her, standing just past her hip with his massive cock in his hands. Before I can do anything other than dart away or utter a word, the fucker starts to urinate on her, coating her stomach and legs in his piss. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, asshole?!” I growl as I rise to confront him.
“Riv said she wastoo cold. I’m fixing that. My piss is nice and hot, and should do the trick.”Oh my fucking god, this guy is beyond psychotic.
“You’re a fucking idiot. She’s going to be colder than before. What the hell is the matter with you, Damon?” I demand as he tucks his cock back into his pants, and darts out of reach of my fist with a scowl. I’m starting to wonder if putting Damon down wouldn’t be a small mercy on the world.
River slaps her cheek lightly, after giving Damon a disgusted look. “Livy. Open your eyes. Come on, beautiful, do it right now.” Her eyelids flutter, but just barely in response, and a soft sound escapes her, like something is hurting her inside her dream. Mychest tightens, but I ignore the sensation, knowing full well there is no going back from here.
Damon crouches on her other side, and I give him a wary look, with the promise of violence, if he tries any more of his unhinged antics. “If we had something to wake her...”
“Like what?” I snap, completely done with his shit. “You think I’m hiding adrenaline shots in my boots? Those wouldn’t work anyway, fucker. She needs to come out of it on her own.”
“I want her alert,” Damon hisses, “I want her terrified.”
