Strung up like an animal, naked, my thighs spread for the man licking my pussy, I should have been humiliated. But I couldn’t muster an ounce of embarrassment around my need to come.
“I bet you’re fucking tight.” Hawk had pulled back to speak against my pussy. I sighed as he slipped his fingers inside me, but a second later he froze, swearing.
The man on my left stopped kissing me. “What’s up?”
“You’re not going to believe this, but I think our little mouse is a fucking virgin.”
“No way.” The blond lifted his head to look at me. “Is Hawk right, mouse? Are you a sweet little virgin?”
I turned my head, as embarrassed that they knew as I was desperate for them to keep doing what they’d been doing to me before.
The man on my left stroked my cheek. “Nothing to be embarrassed about.”
“Fuck,” Hawk said.
I dared a glance down at him, sitting back on his heels. His eyes seemed to glow through his mask.
“Just do it,” I said. “Please.”
I hated that I was begging. But I’d come this far, and it all felt so good.
The blond stroked my tit. “Are you begging us to pop your cherry, mouse?”
I rested my head against the tunnel wall and closed my eyes. “Yes.”
I sounded like I felt: resigned. My lust was fading, replaced by the humiliation that had been put on ice when I’d been consumed by the possibility of orgasm.
“You joined the Hunt because you wanted to get fucked?” The blue-eyed man’s voice was soft, but I didn’t dare open my eyes to look at him.
“Partly.”
“With this sweet little body?” The blond flicked his tongue piercing against my nipple. “You could have gotten fucked without the Hunt.”
“You don’t know what it’s like.”
I opened my eyes as the man between my thighs stood. His inked torso brushed against my tits.
He grabbed my face, his hands rough on my cheeks. “Open your eyes.”
When I did he was staring through me, and I felt naked far beyond my unclothed body.
“We don’t know what what’s like?”
I considered lying, not wanting to conjure Bram, but I had a feeling there was no point. This man — Hawk — would know the truth anyway. “Being Bram’s little sister.”
The man held my gaze, then let go of my face forcefully enough that my head snapped back against the tunnel wall.
He paced away from me, running a hand through his black hair. “Fuck.”
The blue-eyed man stepped away, crossing the tunnel to join the man named Hawk.
“Don’t worry, mouse.” The blonde kissed me lustily on the mouth. “We’ll have lots of time to play.”
The mood had clearly changed, something that didn’t surprise me at all. I knew from experience that confessing my virginity was a real buzzkill.
“What’s the plan?” the blond asked as he joined the other two.
“We call it.” I heard the annoyance in Hawk’s voice, knew it was because of me.
