His hand withdraws from my throat, and his lips draw closer to my ear. My eyes flutter, his hot breath causing my legs to shake.
“I feel your erratic pulse, Taryn.” My name coming from his mouth weakens my knees. They’re barely holding me up. “You and I both know, as badly as you want to escape, your curiosity isdesperately telling you to find out what we’ll do to you when you pull a stunt like this.”
His body leaves mine, leaving my brain and limbs a quivering pile of mush. Colten turns around, walking back toward the direction I came from, with Rossco trotting beside him.
His voice echoes through the orchard. “You’re wasting time, Little Ghost.”
I blink long and hard, inhaling a deep breath into my burning lungs before turning and running. Again.
But I barely make it one hundred yards when something whooshes through the air beside my head. Coming to a halt, I stare at the object that fell from one of the trees in front of me and crashed onto the ground.
Oh. My. God.
I’m unable to remove my eyes from the apple lying with an arrow straight through the flesh.
They were serious when they said hunting.
FOURTEEN | TARYN
Horror flows through my body as easily as a drug. I smack my hand to my mouth, choking on air I’m so desperately trying to breathe as I stare down at the hunting arrow.
Someone grips my shirt and yanks me around, releasing a sob from my body. Cameron’s and Brennan’s heads are tilted, with barely a hint of a smirk playing on their lips. They find my fear of them amusing, and I’m not too fond of it.
“I’m glad we didn’t have to wait longer for this,” Brennan says to Cameron as he slowly moves behind me, his body heat staying constant with his proximity.
“We knew you’d be clever, but we also thought you’d be more observant,” Cameron teases.
I gape at him, wishing the flames behind my eyes could light him on fire. What does he mean by ‘more observant’?
“Four floors and you somehow managed to oversee the cameras in every hallway and the one above the front door,” Cameron mutters disapprovingly.
There are cameras?
I hold his eyes firmly. Shit, is there one in my room?
Brennan reappears from behind me and stands at my side, his chest brushing my shoulder. “You owe us a new lampshade.”
A profound laugh has me whipping my head back toward Cameron. “Fortunately for us, your first punishment will be far better than we thought.” I swallow his warning. “Hey, Bren,” he calls to his twin, his eyes not leaving mine. “I’ll bet you her tight hole that she’ll be clenching her thighs together before we are both done with her.”
His foul mouth drops a whale onto my chest, the weight so heavy I can barely get half a lungful of air.
Brennan swipes a thumb over his bottom lip, giving me a shit-eating grin that causes my blood to simmer. “And I’ll bet you her tight cunt that she’ll be begging for us to touch her before we’re done with her.”
The conversation that flickers in their eyes as they stare at one another tells me they’ve made a deal.
Too bad. I won’t satisfy either one of the bastards even though my clit is throbbing at the thought.
I clench my jaw hard enough to shatter my teeth, and they circle me like ravenous sharks, Brennan coming to the front of me and Cameron pressing into my back. Cameron’s cold fingers drift along the nape of my neck before they lightly pulse into my throat and demand my head to incline upward, so I have no choice but to glare at his brother looming over me. I’m not short by any means—5’6”—but they’re both over six feet tall, and honestly, they’re so intimidating I’m trying my best not to cower.
Cameron’s belt buckle is digging into my ass. It hardens, releasing a strangled gasp from my throat.
Oh, shit.That’s not his belt buckle.
I don’t like to consider myself a virgin. Technically, I am, since I’ve never had sex in the traditional sense, but I guess it depends on how someone defines it. I moved around so much—and did online classes for my bachelor’s in education—that one night, at age nineteen, I decided I wanted to claim all the power.
It was just me, a glass of wine, and a toy I bought online in my bed alone, and it was perfect. Freeing. And I’ve never once regretted having that moment to myself. Plus, I always thought it would evaporate some of the pressure of penetration when that time came.
I have never touched a man in this way, let alone been touched by one. But it looks like we are skipping that phase and going straight to the threesome.
