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The instant his hand is off her jaw, she leans back, gathering her own saliva, and spits in his face. He blinks, momentarily stunned, until he moves so fast that I barely see his hand swing back until thecrackof his palm slams against her cheek.

“Fuck, it figures,” I shake my head, biting back a laugh, “sheisa crazy bitch.”

Damon’s hand slips behind her head and he grips Arianette’s hair, yanking her face up. “A crazy bitch that’s about to know what it feels like to choke on my cock.”

His words are definitive, and after what I’ve witnessed tonight, there’s no doubt he’ll do it. And fuck no, I’m not going to stop him. I’ve been wound up all night. First with the ritual, then with the hunt. She hid from us longer than I expected, but I see now that this girl shouldn’t be underestimated. The look in her eye is wild and feral, similar to the way Ares looked when I found him in the back alley behind the radio station. Skinny. Dirty. Traumatized. He almost bit my fucking hand off. I have no doubt this girl would do the same if she was given the chance.

Ares needed to learn to obey his handler and she is no different.

Damon has no problem unzipping his pants with his cut hand and releasing his length. It’s long and thick, already hard, and she eyes it with horror. “I’m going to give you one last chance to act like a good girl, Baroness,” he says, fingers twisted tight against her scalp, “and treat me with some goddamn respect.” He pulls out the blood-stained knife and holds it to her throat as if he knows it’s an ask too far without some added pressure. “You’re going to suck my cock. You’re going to swallowevery last drop of cum, and then you’re going to do the same for my brother over there, understood?”

She glances over at me, eyes pleading. If she’s looking for help she’s going to the wrong person. Watching her get throat fucked? I’ve been hard since he spit in her mouth.

“Listen to him, and maybe you’ll survive the night.” It’s like my words pierce through her like Damon’s arrow, the hope extinguishing from her eyes. The resistance draining from her body.

It’s kind of pathetic.

Damon widens his stance and strokes up and down his cock. “Touch it, Sister. It won’t bite.” She takes him in her hand, but pulls back suddenly. He shivers and inhales. “Fuck yeah, don’t be afraid of the metal.”

Of course this guy has his dick pierced too. I shouldn’t be surprised. Damon’s been cool since recruitment started. A little quiet and moody, but that works for me. I’m not moody, but I prefer to be alone. It was obvious from the jump that neither of us had the pedigree to be in this position. No bloodline. No legacy. Two randoms plucked from Forsyth because the King sees something in us no one else does. We were brought here for a reason–what, I still don’t know–but all expectations fell away when we entered the ceremony. The rules of society were replaced with those of the Barons. Hours later I’m sweaty and pumped with adrenaline as I watch my new brother get a handjob.

Again her eyes meet mine and I let her see me run my hand down my thickening cock, then tell her, “Lick it.”

I just about shoot my load when her tongue darts out and swipes over his tip.

Fuck.

“That’s right.Jesus,” Damon mutters. “Now open that sexy little mouth and let me fuck those pretty lips.”

He guides her by the back of the head, the knife still precariously close. There’s no fight when the head of his cock pushes past her lips, and her mouth circles around him. He groans, and I stifle my own quiet moan, shoving my hand down my pants.

“That’s right, Sister, take him in–all of it–every fucking inch,” I jeer, stroking myself as I move closer. Damon thrusts in and my balls clench. “That’a girl.” I look up at him and add, “Fuck, she’s doing it.”

“Yeah, she is.” Damon’s hips rock, pounding into her, quick and hard. It’s too much, too fast. She tries to catch her breath, but he doesn’t stop, doesn’t care. He’s caught in his rhythm, slamming his cock into her mouth over and over like a dog rutting. She cuts her watering eyes to the side toward me, noticing that I’ve unbuttoned my fly and have my dick in my hand.

This is even better than at the Sanctum.

I imagine that it’s her mouth around me instead, my cock pumping into her, gliding past her teeth to the back of her throat. The image makes me desperate. Hot. Sweaty. Achy, and the last fucking thing I want to do is come before Damon does.

Thankfully, another shudder runs through him, and his thrusts grow jerky, his breath erratic. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants, lost in the motion, until his spine seizes, fingers twisting tight in her hair, and he stutters to a stop. He groans, pumping into that red, open mouth, filling her up. She sputters and gags, choking on his cum.

That’s enough to set me loose, my orgasm exploding in a long stream. I grip the base, spilling out on the forest floor. She watches me–sees me–and fuck if that doesn’t make it even better. Damon pulls out while keeping her jaw open with his strong fingers. “Last squirt,” he tells her, leaving a pool of cum on her tongue.

He steps back and exhales under the mask, the tension eased from his shoulders.

“You want her?” he asks, with a little jump and the zip of his pants. “I got her loosened up for you.”

“Nah, I’m good.” I tuck myself back in and kick dirt over the seed on the ground. I look up at the sky, still dark, but we’re running out of time.“We probably need to head back.”

Damon turns back to her and grabs her by the arm, jerking her up until she stands on wobbly feet. He studies her, then says, “You’ve got a little…” he lifts the edge of his mask, and wipes a shiny spot next to her lip with the corner of fabric. “There, all good.”

As if that little wipe can clean up the mess we just made.

Damon must know it too because he adds, “I won’t tell the King what happened to Armand, as long as you keep your mouth shut about what just happened.” His eyes dart between the three of us and something firm passes between us: an understanding.

We walked into this forest as hunters and prey.

Now we’re walking out with secrets.