Page 111 of Revenant

“Open wide for me like a good boy.” He happily obliges. I stuff my thong in his mouth, and the sight is absolutely erotic. “Now, stay quiet for me. We don’t want anyone walking in on us.”

My thong muffles his groan as I fall to my knees again, staring up at him as I take his length into my mouth. Knowing the taste of my arousal is on his tongue, the evidence of what he’s doing to me blatantly obvious nearly makes me whimper.

I finger myself as I work him over, the taste of him, the sounds he’s creating just for me all becoming too much. Fuck, I could get used to this. Part of me wishes there was a camera in here to capture the moment, just so I could see what we look like.

Koen is tied to the wall with the vines I’m using to restrain him, my fingers deep inside my cunt, and his cock so far down my throat I’m convinced it’s touching my stomach. I’m sure we look like a fucking masterpiece.

He thrusts forward, hitting the back of my throat at the same time I pinch my clit and I instantly come undone. My orgasm rips through me and I accidentally clamp down in the process. He hisses from the pain but doesn’t tell me to stop; in fact, he welcomes it, moving himself faster against my hollowed cheeks as my climax takes everything out of me.

My mouth leaves him for some much-needed air, and he instinctively pulls against the tendrils as if he’s about to tear them from the roots to reach me. But he chooses to obey, like the good, obedient boy he is, and remains plastered to the wall—even though I can tell it’s killing him.

I know I could leave him strung up for as long as I deem fit, and he would listen. But my release has done nothing to satisfy the growing urge to have him inside me. With my permission, the vines release his wrists, and he lands gracefully on his feet. Toeing off his shoes and removing his pants from around his ankles, he grabs my arm and yanks me against him—my underwear still in his mouth.

Pinching the material, I pull it from his mouth with ease and toss them to the side. But before they hit the floor, he catches them in midair, throwing them onto his discarded pile of clothes.

Guess I’m not getting those back.

He turns us so I’m pinned against the wall, and I fist his cock between us. “I need you,” I pant, already missing the connection. Koen picks me up without a word, pressing his body against mine to keep me steady.

“Do you know how hard it was not to touch myself when you and Elias were having all your fun?” That night comes back to me with full force, remembering how insane it felt to have Koen watch as one of his best friends fucked me sideways. He lines himself up with my entrance, my walls clenching with the thought of him fully seated inside me. “How it took everything in me not to barge into his room and shove my cock down your throat while he fucked you from behind?”

Koen doesn’t wait; instead, he punctuates his point by thrusting into me completely. I try to back away, to climb up the wall as my body adjusts around him, but there’s nowhere to go.

“Holy-fucking-mother-of you’re so tight.” He groans into my shoulder, his cock pulsing against my walls. I can’t move—can’t breathe—afraid if I do, he’ll tear me in two.

He nearly pulls out all the way before slamming into me again. I scream out in pleasure, his hips continuously rolling into mine, hitting my clit with expert precision. “How did it feel? Tell me how agonizing it was to see Elias buried inside me, knowing you couldn’t touch me, feel what you were doing to me from the other side of the screen.”

“It was bloody maddening.” His lips slam into mine with punishing force, our tongues colliding as he picks up his pace. My spine tingles as another orgasm builds, threatening to send me over the edge. I sink my nails into his shoulders, trying to gain some sort of leverage, but fail miserably.

“Look at us,” he tells me, but when I look down, my skirt covers our connection.

“I can’t–can’t see…anything,” I tell him breathlessly.

The sound of fabric ripping fills the room, and I can’t even be mad at him for ruining it as the picture comes into view. His cock slides out of me, my arousal coating his flesh. He waits a moment, allowing me to commit the picture to memory before pushing back in.

I watch as he continues the assault, each thrust more forceful than the last. One of his hands grips my hair at the root, forcing my head to the side as he exposes my neck. His deep brown eyes bore into mine like he’s waiting for permission, and I happily grant it.

The moment his fangs pierce my skin, I’m done for. The initial sting isn’t painful, not even close. The jolt comes first, then a euphoria I can’t find anywhere else.

A strangled moan leaves me as my orgasm rips through my soul. Koen’s head kicks back, a line of my blood staining the corner of his lip. His movements stutter before they begin to slow, like he wants to savor this feeling. I grind against him, chasing the aftershocks of my release, and grip his throat in my hand.

“Come for me, Koen. Show me exactly how much you wish my pussy was wrapped around your cock that night instead of Elias’s.”

“Fuck.” He drags out the word as his hips stutter, and he’s filling me with his release. He rolls against me, hitting my sensitive clit that has me searching for a reprieve.

Chest heaving, he looks at me, then at the mark he made on my neck. “I’m sure the others will be jealous about that.”

“Let them. Maybe we can show them what we learned today in Botanical Alchemy. A virtual lesson, of course.”

35: Eryx

The room in the bell tower Lacey and Naomi have been locked in isn’t a cell. I made sure of that much, if only because Elias would never let me hear the end of it if I chained the two of them to a radiator like I’m some medieval barbarian. There’s a bed, two chairs, a barred bay window that doesn’t open, and a door that only unlocks from the outside. Oh, and a bucket. That’s the extent of my mercy.

Lacey sits curled into the window seat when I let myself in, knees drawn to her chest, staring through the glass, probably hoping to find an escape route. Naomi’s already on her feet before the door finishes swinging shut, planting herself between us like she’s forgotten entirely what I am.

“When are you going to let us out of here?” Naomi demands, eyes narrowing to slits.

“When you both decide to start talking.”