Some of the other firstborn sons, I’m not certain of either, but Cross and Malakai haven’t shown their hands yet. Not entirely. Even though they tried to warn me about what would happen during the Hunting the night they came down to my room,there’s a lot I don’t know about those two. It’s possible they could be potentially useful to me if I’m able to convince them that I’m… theirs.
Arrow, though? He’s an easy mark, so I’ll block out everything else and do what I have to do. Uncertain how far to take things, I go with my gut. Turning my face toward him, I let the heat of his skin sink into my lips as I brush them over his chest. He twitches, and I can’t help but think I have his number. He’s impulsive. Obsessive, even. And based on our past interactions I know he likes me.Wantsme.
Decision made, I let a whimpering noise roll up from my throat, then ever so slowly bring my hands to his rib cage. Touching him like this, I can’t help but notice he’s solidly built, and in sleep, my legs had fallen to either side of his hips. Every part of my body that is in contact with him leads to a heightened awareness of what I’m doing.
After taking several steadying breaths, I shift, pretending to be asleep and unaware of what I’m doing. I nudge at his cock with my pelvic bone, and he lets out a sleepy, raspy moan, then immediately stiffens, his breath catching. Each shuddering exhalation from his lips tickles at the tendril of hair at my temple.
I do believe he meant what he said last night—he doesn’t mean me any harm. Perhaps living here, secluded from society has him unaware of how wrong some of what they consider normal is. He’s proclaimed more than once that he can’t help himself when he’s near me. If the plan is to use my feminine wiles on himand the others to gain their trust, then the trick will be to not get caught by the Collective while in the act of doing it.
My goal has to be to make these men want me more than they want life itself and then use their desire for me as a barricade against the rest of these psychos.
But how do I even know it will work? The answer is I don’t. And I won’t know it hasn’t until it’s too late. It’s scary as fuck, and the only way forward is to hope like hell my instincts are correct.
Scraping my teeth over my bottom lip, I worry it for several seconds before letting it pop free. This plan is complex. It’ll be more difficult than just allowing them to use my body. I need to get under their skin, live inside their minds and twist them up until they can’t see straight. When I’m done with them, they won’t even have a clue how I got into their blood, how I dug myself inside their bones and slid right past their defenses.
The bottom line is this—I’ll do whatever I have to do to set this entire place on fire, then I’ll relish the view as it fucking burns to the ground.
There’s no time like the present to get started. Like a lazy cat, I let out a sexy groan as I stretch my body over Arrow’s and give a quiet little sigh. Subtly at first, but then with more purpose, I grind my pussy along the length of his morning wood. Men. They’re all alike. Predictable. I close my eyes as I continue to squirm naughtily against him. The next little moan that bubbles up from me, I don’t even have to force.The friction between us has begun to heat my blood, and much to my dismay, it’s all I can do to hold onto my sanity… because it feels good. I bite down hard on my lip in an effort to keep my head in this wicked game.Control yourself, Delilah.
Warm hands find my lower back, fingers gripping through thin cotton. His touch slides until he’s got a firm grasp of both my ass cheeks. He does it so fucking slowly that if I were actually asleep, I don’t know if I’d realize what was happening. Steadily, though, he’s begun to ease my body back and forth over his rapidly hardening dick. He’d been aroused before, that much had been obvious, but now it’s as if there’s a thick steel pipe between my thighs. Before long, he adds a thrust of his hips. Once. Twice. And on the third, my lips part on a gasp. I release another heady moan with his name on my lips. “Arrow.”
His dick twitches in his pants, and the responding thud in my clit has heat flooding my cheeks. Despite what happened last night in this very cell with Kiefer, I shut that out and just allow myself tofeel.
There are parts of my body that are very interested in what Arrow and I are doing, even if I’m trying my damnedest not to let myself be too affected by any of it. I’ll pretend this is an out-of-control fever dream and that I’m anywhere but in this dingy, dank cellar. My heart seizes in my chest as a knot of electric tension spools and coils tighter and tighter in my core until there’s no denying the dampness invading my pussy. I’m fighting against every signal my brain issending to the rest of my body, but it doesn’t seem to matter.
Arrow’s hands continue to guide me, gently rolling my pulsing, aching center over his cock. His fingers tug, gathering the gauzy fabric separating us upward, exposing my lower half to the chilled air. It doesn’t take but another few thuds of my heart before rough hands splay out over the skin of my bare ass. I let out a little whimper that falls from my lips like the most natural thing I’ve ever done. Startled, I lift my head and brace my arms on his chest. I don’t know if I was expecting him to be faking sleep the same way I had been, but his pale-blue eyes are locked on me. His hands squeeze, kneading my ass as we move together.
Lust burns between us, a hunger that threatens at any moment to completely unravel me. His lips part as I look at him from under a hooded gaze and rock while grinding down. Sparks shoot along my spine, and my nipples tighten into hard little pebbles poking off my chest.
This is so wrong, yet I can’t help but go along with it, letting myself feel everything as sensation crashes through my body, even though my mind is getting twisted up at what I’m doing.
Sitting more upright, I slide my hands lower, skimming them over musculature that Arrow’s clearly earned through the sort of intense physical labor that comes from doing his part to keep a community like this running. His stomach dips as my thumb runs downward, tracing the dusting of dark blond hair thatleads into his pants. “Delilah,” he groans out, tipping his hips higher. “Fuuuck.”
It’s hard to say whether I do it because this is my chance to move forward with my plan or because it feels good, but in response, I work my pussy over the hard line of his cock. With every intermittent gasp and soft sigh that falls from my lips, he looks like he might fall apart. In the dim light, I can just barely make out that his jaw has gone rigid. His hold is tight on me, muscles tense as I push him toward the cliff that threatens. I don’t even feel bad about it.
My pulse is a steady, unrelenting beat in my clit. Heat radiates between us, scorching me from the inside out.Oh god.This is so bad but feelsso fucking good.His hands squeeze my flesh, and there’s no denying I’m getting the job done that I set out to do when his body begins to tremble hard under mine.
All the while, he stares at me as if mesmerized. “Please,” he whispers, panting groans slipping unbidden from him. There’s this starstruck look lighting his eyes and all at once, he jerks unsteadily beneath me. All sense of rhythm has evaporated into thin air. He’s so far gone, I don’t even know if he’s seeing me anymore. His fingers clench, biting into my ass cheeks as he grinds upward against my body.
The rough texture of his pants creates the most delicious friction. My heart hammers in my chest and the tiniest of whimpers slips from me. “Arrow.”
Gasping, his lips part, and he makes a grunting noise as he drives his hips upward and freezes in place.In a daze, he stares at me, not even blinking. Seconds tick by, and neither of us move.
My brows rise on my forehead as I search his eyes.
Tearing his gaze away, he wets his lips before stuttering out, “I-I have to go.”Oh, shit.Those hands that’d been attached to my ass like glue a minute ago, scramble. Finding my waist, he lifts me from his body. On his feet in no time, he slips from the cell with his back to me, only taking a quick second to lock the door behind him.
My brows furrow. “Arrow? Are you okay?” I think… I bite down on my lip, eyes wandering over the way his back rises and falls with each labored breath as he stands outside the cell, refusing to look at me.Oh my god.I made him come in his pants.
There’s nothing to be done or said, though, because a moment later the door at the end of the hall creaks open and footsteps sound on the stone. My heart gives a lurch and I tense. Spinning around, Arrow backs himself against the wall, nodding at whomever it is as if he’s been innocently standing guard with the prisoner. Whether or not that’s a plausible or even acceptable explanation for why he’s here will depend on who that is.
As the interloper approaches, my eyes dart down to Arrow’s hands. They’re clasped together in front of his semihard cock. My gaze lingers for several seconds on the wet patch visible behind them. Some of that wetness is me… but not all of it. Nope. Definitely not. My lips curve, and I can’t help but flick mygaze upward to meet his. There’s a wildness there, only highlighted by the pink tinge to his cheeks.
I bite my lip, recalling the day I found him sprawled naked on the bathroom floor and how embarrassed he’d been. I don’t think that he’s innocent. Not really. But I’m positive he’s never experienced anything close to a normal, healthy relationship with a woman before. Not that I think that’s what this is either because nothing in this fucked-up compound is conventional by any standards. But… he’s actually spoken with me. Shared his thoughts, if only to the smallest degree. And that’s a big deal considering he probably doesn’t say much more toanywoman in the compound other than a quickyesornowhen being served, if that even requires him to speak to them at all.
Twenty-One appears with a tray and pauses outside the cell. She’s back to wearing the drab gray clothing all the women dress in around here. I glance down at myself, still in the filmy white gown I’ve been in since after the bath that was forced on me last night, only now, it’s covered in dirt and mud and bits of twigs and leaves at the hem. She eyes me then offers a cautious nod to Arrow.
I can tell at a glance that the cogs inside that one’s brain are spinning fast, taking everything in.Shit.This is the second time this girl has caught me alone with one of the firstborn sons. Anxiety curls in my stomach, making the food on the tray smell wholly unappetizing. I press my lips together, waiting to see if she’ll saysomething in front of him or if she’ll save her vitriol for me.
