"You're going to look so fucking?—"
Cameo started, and it took me a moment to even register the pain. The knife barely slicing through the skin on the top of my thigh, hardly deeper than a cat scratch.
"—pretty with my marks on your skin, tesoro."
I gasped, but there was a strange mix of pleasure with the pain.
It felt like I was being watched under a microscope, the alpha's preternatural stillness unnerving in the tense moment.
His head tilted to the side as he pressed his thumb into the freshly made cut, making me moan. "Light check."
It hurt, but it wasn't unbearable; if anything, I wanted more. The word tumbling from my mouth without any hesitation as my eyes squeezed shut, "Green."
Cameo chuckled. "Thought so."
He sliced into the opposite thigh, cutting a mark, if not a little deeper, to match.
"Cameo please," I begged. The mix of emotions—the pain, the pleasure, the nerves, the excitement, all balled into one, making me feel like I could explode. "I need?—"
More.
So much fucking more.
The alpha didn't make me wait. I opened my eyes in time to watch him release the buckle of his belt, lurching forward to undo the button of his pants. He shoved them to his thighs, sitting on the bed and grabbing my arm to tug me into his lap.
Teasing was over as I settled over the alpha, sinking on his cock with my chest pressed against his.
"I'm going to fucking destroy you," Cameo swore as I started to ride him, a hand catching me hard around the waist to keep me steady as he fucked me roughly from below. "Just to put you back together at my goddamn fucking leisure."
I leaned forward, kissing the mask in place of his lips and the alpha growled, a sharp sting against my thigh making me dissolve into a scream that was as much pleasure as it was pain.
"More!" I demanded, my arms circling the alphas neck as I rode them, chasing both of our pleasure.
Cameo obliged my request, slicing criss-crossing marks all over my thighs, using his free hand to keep the fabric of my skirt out of the way of the blood and slick mixing between our bodies.
The pleasure was nearly unbearable, coaxed even higher with the pain of every bite into my thigh.
"Cameo—I'm so—I can't?—"
"Come," he demanded, taking one of my arms from around his neck to force something into my hand.
When the realization hit, the bloody blade knicking Cameo's mask from where he'd forced the handle of the knife into my palm, I fell to pieces. Gushing over his cock with a flood of slick that drenched my bedspread.
Using my other hand, I ripped the alphas mask off, his wide, wild eyes and flushed face forcing me into a second orgasm off the first.
"Fuck, I wish I could knot you..." he growled, fingers digging into my hips as he slammed into me from below. "You want to hold it like this."
He readjusted my fingers until I was holding the knife just right, pace slowing and going uneven as he carefully brought the blade close enough to lick my blood from the metal, spilling into me with a low groan.
If anything, I rode him harder, the sight of Cameo's tongue drenched with my blood taking me to a place that I'd never seen before.
Nearly feral, it was hard to make out his words as I chased another orgasm.
"—face the sharp side away from you, so you don't risk cutting yourself," he directed, reaching between us to circle my clit with his fingers, his other hand ensuring that my wrist holding the weapon was steady. "Do you know the spots to aim for?"
I shook my head. I had some common sense ideas, but I assumed that wasn't what he was looking for. Besides, I was so full of Cameo's cock that I could hardly think of anything else.
He guided the blade towards his face first. "The eyes are always a good spot to aim for," he said, thrusting into me from below with a grunt. "But it can be the easiest to block too. If you get them there though, they're not doing anything else."
