And I? I am the hunter.
I know the land better than anyone, reading the earth like scripture. Every snapped twig, every shift in the wind tells me a story.
I don’t just hunt to survive. It’s in my blood. The chase, the kill, the power of it all makes me feel alive.
In the wilderness, I am the apex predator, the reaper.
I never miss my prey.
I don’t just kill. I have a purpose for my prey.
I have a purpose for her.
17
Rory
“KEEP YOUR CHIN UP. IT’S ALMOST OVER.”
Citizen Soldier Playlist
“Deathbed”
Level 4. Level fucking 4.
It’s more of a mind fuck than anything. All she has to do is survive the night. I have to survive the rest of my goddamn life with half an ear. And like Seth said, she willneverlet me live it down, the little vixen.
Only question now is if she will survive the night…and what she’ll do after. Kinship bond means she’s a part of us, or whatever Raphael calls it. She’ll have all our Kinship privileges. Looks like we’re all crashing here tonight. In the morning, we’ll take her to the cabin. And go from there, I guess.
When Jude and Seth bring her to the bed and lay her on her stomach, my jaw clenches at the sight of her ass. Looks so fine with our brand on her. They dab at the wounds on her back. Some are still open and bleeding. Will it be Jude’s stitches or Seth’s cauterization?
I shrug when Jude takes out his suture kit and tranquilizer needles to numb the areas of her back where he’ll need to stitch her. After all, we don’t need those gashes getting infected. Should only take a couple of weeks to fully heal. Jude’s sutures are always perfect.
After about fifteen minutes, he’s finished. She’s still a hot mess of red welts and stripes from my whip, and that pussy is still puffed up, swollen, used, and abused. Such a deep, beat-up shade of pink. Might be my new favorite color. Can’t wait to sink my cock into that pretty cunt sometime.
And I love how her dark purple, wet strands cling to her rosy cheeks. And all my teeth marks in her flesh.
“Seth, give her a break for fuck’s sake,” Vincent mutters from the opposite side of the room because my partner is rubbing a new vibrator along her clit.
Seth laughs and continues. “I want to know if she’ll wake up to this. And I like to make her feel good.”
She twitches in her sleep, a little moan leaving her throat as she arches her back. Such a responsive Lass. Whatever the case, Raphael doesn’t care if Seth uses toys on her. As long as we stay out of her pussy. No more torture. At least not the other kind of torture.
With his other hand, Seth cups her breast, softly rubbing his thumb along her stiff, inflamed nipple. When he dips two fingers through her opening, another moan breaks her throat, and then…her eyes flutter open. Her mouth opens in a cry, her hips lifting off the bed as she climaxes. She grips the blankets, digging her fingers in, thrashing her head, and writhing like a snake.
“Good girl, Briella Darling,” Seth says, circling the vibrator on her clit through the rest of the orgasm.
As she comes down, panting and gasping, I see her hand balling into a fist. I smirk, but don’t warn Seth, letting her sucker punch him good. That’s what he gets for beating on me after I took her ass. His head snaps back. He rubs his jaw, then stares at her blankly. Jude has wisely climbed off the bed. Vincent continues to brood in the shadows. And Raphael gazes at her, his arms ramrod straight at his sides.
Fuck, what a Firecracker with her soaked strands breaking up her face, but her eyes are still burning, her breath fuming through her nostrils. Her chest heaves, and I love those luscious tits jiggling from the motion.
“You interrupted a good dream,” she hisses at Seth. “It involved a guillotine. Five of them. All for your heads.”
“God, I’m fucking in love,” Seth practically swoons, a glutton for punishment when he steals a kiss on her cheek. Heat surges south right to my dick when she scratches him like a feral little thing.
Her branding gaze flicks to all of us before settling on me. “I’ll start with you. Did you know sometimes the head wouldn’t fully sever?”
Twisting my mouth to one side, I approach the bed. I’m the only one still naked. Hard as fuck. And I grip the base in offering, waiting for her to flinch, but she doesn’t. “You can have my head anytime you want, Firecracker.”
