Because being touched by him when he’d been wearing his mask had been a turn-on, but seeing his face for the first time, I realized that he was actually beautiful. A row of piercings shone in his left brow, and his cheekbones were sharp as a blade, more than a match for his strong nose.
Like the other two, his entire upper body was covered in ink. I wasn’t sure I could have found an unmarked patch of flesh if I’d tried.
But honestly? I was starting to think I wasn’t opposed to trying.
I was still getting my head around the fact that my terror had receded to make room for the hunger pulsing at my core when the blond closed his mouth around my right tit.
My moan was swallowed by the crush of the other one’s mouth on mine. His tongue plunged between my lips, demanding and urgent as he made hungry strokes through my mouth.
My mind short-circuited as the blond sucked on my tit, teasing my nipple with the smooth bead of his tongue piercing. He tugged at the chain attached to my pussy and I was embarrassed to realize I was already on the verge of orgasm.
And the Hawk on my left had been right: I wasn’t cold anymore.
Not even close.
Then I felt the brush of warm flesh between my thighs and I pulled away from the kiss to see the last Hawk, the one who’d been pacing and watching as the other two had their way with me, kneeling at my feet.
He looked up at me from behind his mask, his dark eyes shining in the faint light of the purple bulb shining overhead.
Then he reached for his mask and tossed it aside.
I caught my breath as his face came into view. His features were more striking than the other two, not overtly beautiful but interesting enough to make me want a better look. His dark eyes were more complex than simply brown, surrounded by a yellow ring that made me think of a leopard, and his nose was slightly bent, like he was no stranger to having it broken.
But more than his face was the way he looked at me: like he could see right through me, like there was no point hiding anything from him because he could see it all anyway.
“Fuck yes.” The blond’s breath was warm against my tit, damp from his mouth. “You’re going to like this, mouse. Hawk loves eating pussy.”
I’d barely registered the name of the man with his face near my cunt when he ran his tongue through my folds.
My head fell back against the stone wall, my body flooded with pleasure so intense it felt like I was exploding from the inside out.
I’d given myself plenty of orgasms. What girl didn’t engage in a little self-care to take the edge off, especially if that girl was a virgin?
But this… this was something else. The hot slide of his tongue against my pussy was the most sensual thing I’d ever experienced, and any embarrassment I might have felt at having him up close and personal with the most private part of my body — a part of my body literally no man had ever seen — was obliterated by pure bliss.
The blond returned to my tit, sucking and nipping at my nipple, tugging at the chain between my thighs as the other man (was his name really Hawk?) lapped at my clit.
The blue-eyed man, the one who’d kissed me, teased the chain attached to my other nipple, the one that wasn’t buried in the blond’s mouth, as he pressed kisses on my neck.
I was shaking like a leaf in a storm, and this time it wasn’t because I was cold. I was on fire, almost grateful for the cuffs around my wrists because there was a real chance I would have been a puddle on the floor without the chains forcing my arms over my head.
“Is she wet?” the blond asked against my tit.
“Soaked,” the man named Hawk said between my thighs.
“Get out the vibrator.” The blond’s voice was laced with excitement. “Let’s make her come.”
“Calm down.” Hawk sucked at my clit. “We have time. And I don’t need a vibrator to make her come. She’s already close.”
He was right. I was close to coming, my hips moving shamelessly on his mouth as I reached for the orgasm filling me up. There was no room to be scared, no room to lament the fact that I’d lost the Hunt, that I would be owned by these three huge inked men for the next three months.
Right now, I just wanted to come.
I was vaguely aware of footsteps growing louder on the tunnel floor, and I opened my eyes to see the team in hockey masks marching one of the blonde girls past us. She was naked, her face smeared with blood, a collar ringing her neck.
“You assholes can never wait,” one of the hockey guys said as they passed.
The blond lifted his head from my tit. “Why wait when you can fuck?”
