An amused snort slips out. “It really doesn’t take much to get you horny, does it? A little violence and you’re good to go.”
He simply smirks, gesturing for me to start stripping. “You trying to tell me you didn’t get a little thrill every time you pulled that trigger?” When I don’t deny it he winks, silently calling me out on it. “It’s not fair. You don’t get to be gorgeousandamazing. Everything will come easily to you instead of having to work for it.”
Gaping at him, I flip him the bird. “Are you kidding me? I wouldn’t classify any part of my life aseasy,let alone this imaginary preferential treatment you’re accusing me of.”
His finger hooks inside the waistband of my pants, pulling me against him. “You’re a natural shot. I finally get the go ahead to take the lead onsomepoint of your training, and I don’t even get to train you? That’s not fair.”
“Life isn’t fair, Grave,” I remind him, but he isn’t hearing it.
“So we’re going to make it more challenging,” he decides. “Safe word is my name, and not the one you want to scream.”
Slowly, he starts to tug my pants down my hips, eyeing me for signs of resistance. That in itself is enough to make the choice for me, because despite how Grave refuses to listen half of the time and does whatever the hell he wants, this is one thing I know he’s still hesitant about. He flirts with the best of them, but there seems to be some nervous block about actually going too far, and I know if I adamantly refused, he’d back off in a heartbeat.
“Fine,” I sigh, stepping out of my pants and tossing them to the side, leaving me in just a shirt and panties. “What’s the game?”
His eyes light up as he reloads the gun, pressing it back into my hands. “Ten shots need to stay inside the target, the closer to the bullseye the better. Thirteen in the magazine.”
“And the safe word thing?”
He licks his lips. “You guess my real name, I’ll stop distracting you.”
“If I lose?” Readying my stance, I line up my shot, pushing everything else from my mind to concentrate.
“You have to shoot Ev,” he chirps and I drop my arms to glare at him.
“I am not shooting Everett, Grave.”
He grins. “Best not lose then.”
Rolling my eyes, because honestly, even if I lose I’m just not doing it, I lift my arms and fire. The first shot isn’t dead center, but it’s certainly close. The next, a little better. The third goes so far wide that it’s ridiculous. Grave wasted no time getting onto his knees in front of me, biting the inside of my thigh.
“Motherfucker, that hurt,” I seethe as he runs his tongue over the mark.
“Want me to stop?” he purrs, kissing a path upward before flicking his tongue over my underwear, right above my clit.
As much as I don’t actually want him to, I only have two more shots that I can botch if I want to win. “Adam?” He growls, the vibration teasing me and making me inch closer reflexively. “John, Lucas, Meliodas, Ben?” I rattle off, realizing quickly how absolutely hopeless my chances are to stumble across his name without so much as a hint.
“Keep shootin’, angel,” he chuckles, working his mouth over me as I groan.
Struggling to keep my eyes open and my mind focused, I fire twice more, just barely keeping them inside the target, but enough to technically count. He sucks hard on my clit, sending my next shot so far wide it’s practically in a different zip code.
“William, Leo, Michael, Jack, Cameron?”
He pushes my underwear to the side, his warm breath caressing my heated flesh before swiping his tongue over me. The air rushes out of my lungs as one hand tangles in his hair, eyes fluttering closed.
He stops abruptly and I’m forced to open my eyes, seeing him look up at me with amusement. “Not much of a training exercise if you refuse to play, angel.”
Biting the inside of my cheek, I try to refocus. Managing three more shots, one after the other in rapid succession, my breathing turns ragged as he continues to toy with me. I fire again, narrowly missing as he slides a finger inside of my slick heat.
“I swear, if it’s Rumpelstiltskin, I’m shooting you on principle.”
He chuckles, adding another finger and hooking them inside of me. “Afraid not.” As he sucks harder I start to pant, so fucking close at this point after weeks of being on edge. But every time I stop for too long, so does he.
One more shot inside of the target before I’m struggling to breathe, let alone focus. All I can think of is how desperately I want to come, of Grave’s face buried between my legs. Each shot I’ve managed up to now has sent another thrill through me, straight to my abused bundle of nerves.
“James, Chris, Kaiden, Alastair?”
The words are barely out of my mouth before he’s absolutely devouring me, and I’m not surprised in the slightest that I miss this time. I only have one shot left, though even if I lose, I still refuse to shoot Everett.
