Page 12 of Beg for It
CHAPTER TWELVE
ELI
“Do you have any idea how much anxiety you are giving everyone? How much anxiety you’re giving me?” Evan complains from the partial deck below.
I glance down at him from where I’m perched on one of the wooden rafters.
“Then go somewhere else.” I catch the balisong in my hand and use it to gesture out at the sea of drunk, dancing bodies on the ground floor of the old barn. “Isn’t your boy toy around here? I thought he was the whole reason you wanted to come.”
“He isn’t here yet.”
I hum, continuing to flick the blade rhythmically around my knuckles and through my fingers.
Normally, I’d be carrying my switchblade.
Except I left the damn thing stuck in Blair’s tree.
I like the balisong, though. It’s more compact, fun to fuck around with, and unsheathes way more quickly.
The only downside is that it technically does less damage.
I say technically because if you try hard enough, you can fuck anyone up, so long as you have the right determination.
I normally keep my bloodlust tucked away because things never end well when I let it loose. It’s one of the things Felix and I have in common. We keep our cool most of the time, but once we crack, hell descends. Unlike Bash who bathes in blood whenever he gets the chance.
But tonight, I’m feeling reckless.
And it’s all because of the girl dancing in her little blue dress.
I’ve been keeping a close watch on Blair, making sure she is following my instructions. There’d been a close call with Riley earlier, and I honestly wish she’d let him touch my marks so I’d have an excuse to slice the fucker.
The night is young, and the party is just getting into full swing. Still plenty of time for him to fuck up grant me my wish.
Blair, on the other hand, is testing my patience.
She is out on the dance floor, swaying her hips with her girlfriends, completely unaware that every person within a ten-foot radius wants to fuck her.
The all keep sneaking glances at the way her perfectly round ass peeks out from under her tiny dress.
Every time she jumps, those glorious tits attempt to escape the confines of her neckline.
I’m half-hard just looking at her, which fucking sucks because my dick is already pissed it didn’t get to play when I had her coming all over my fingers earlier.
It seems the bite marks aren’t enough to keep these fuckers at bay.
I’ll have to step it up a notch.
Lay my claim some other way.
Maybe carve it into her skin.
I saw the way her thighs rubbed together when I’d pressed my blade against her skin. I knew Blair was a slut for pain, I just hadn’t realized how much. Visions of bright red cuts marring her smooth skin have me struggling to hold back groan. My balls tighten, begging for relief.
I think it’s time to unpause our little game.
I readjust my cock my in pants and flick the balisong closed, pocketing it before leaping down from the rafter and landing on the deck. A few people give me odd looks, but they’re all a little too fucked up to really care.
I slap my hand on Evan’s shoulder. “Catch you later.”
“You can’t just keep disappearing on me, man.”
“I can, and I will.”
I’m not sure what he is complaining about. He is the one who’d begged me to come, and it isn’t like he has a shortage of other people to hang out with. Half our graduating class is milling about this party.
I slip into the crowd, just another body amid the masses. Blair is lost to the music and probably the two shots of Fireball Michelle poured down her throat.
I’m a few feet away when she spots me. Her movements stutter for a moment before she’s back to her rhythmic swaying, a small smile gracing her face. Shit. I don’t remember the last time she actually smiled at me. Eli Cross is an outcast with fucked-up friends. But Phantom? He is her every desire.
She gives a twirl before leaning down to whisper in Michelle’s ear.
She blows her friend a kiss and turns to weave through the sea of grinding bodies.
I think she’s coming toward me, but she suddenly twists left at the last moment and cuts horizontally through the crowd, glancing back over her shoulder with a giggle.
Oh, she thinks she’s being cute.
Blair attempts to bait me through the throng of bodies, ducking and weaving unnecessarily. I stalk close behind, not letting a single blonde hair out of sight. She breaks out from the center floor and swings to hide behind one of the wooden poles that holds the roof up.
It’s nearly midnight and the edges of the barn crawl with darkness, the amber floodlights stationed by the entrance not quite reaching over here.
Instead of following Blair’s exact path, I hook right where a few haystacks are stacked up and covered in fake cobwebs.
I dig my fingers into the hay and lift myself up until I’m on top.
Shuffling to the edge, I have the perfect view of Blair with her back pressed up against the wooden pole, gnawing on her lower lip.
I wait until she peeks around the pole and back at the crowd before I leap down.
I land at her feet with a thud, and she lets out a scream.
It’s a sound that has blood rushing to my hard cock, and when she looks up at me with panic, it just gets me going even more.
“Were you running away from me, Blair?”
“I don’t know what you mean.” She lifts one shoulder in a shrug, puckering her lips.
“Oh really?” I smirk, whipping the balisong back out. Her eyes dart to the blade as I bring it forward to rest under her chin. “Want to try answering that again?”
“I wasn’t running away. I was just playing a game.”
“A game?” I slide the blade down the centerline of her neck and keep going until I meet her cleavage.
“What a coincide, I want to play a game, too.” I drag the blade diagonally across the top of her left breast, increasing the pressure ever so slightly so the tip digs into the soft skin.
“Here’s mine. How deep do I need to cut before your cunt is dripping wet? ”
She inhales sharply as the blade leaves a little pink line.
I wait, seeing if she’ll tell me stop.
Instead, her gaze flicks briefly to the metal, as if she is waiting for me to do it again.
I repeat the motion, pressing a little harder. It’s not enough to really break the skin, but you can see the blood pooling just below the surface as the line turns a pretty red. Her breath hitches as she sucks in through her teeth. She peers up at me, tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip.
There we go.
I hold her stare, angling the blade a little higher. I’m slower this time as I pull the blade tip across her flesh with purpose, leaving little dots of blood to bubble free.
A quiet moan escapes her lips, and I can’t help the feral grin that spreads across my face.
“You like that, huh? Watching me make you bleed. Watching me make you mine.”
I pick up the blade and reposition it before starting the process again, but in the opposite diagonal this time. Her nose scrunches as the new line crosses over the old, and my dick gets harder with the “yes” that hisses past her lips.
With the third repetition, blood wells up once again, and my dick is practically weeping at the sight. I admire the bright red X I’ve lightly carved into her skin, right above her heart. I didn’t cut deep enough to leave a permanent scar, but the mark will last long enough to remind her of tonight.
Blair’s chest rises with unsteady breathes, pupils blown wide. I snake my free hand between our bodies, using my knee to knock her legs open as I reach between her thighs.
“Let’s see just how much of a little pain slut you are.”
My fingers trace over wet cotton, and her clit twitches at the touch. I’m unable to resist a quick dip into that sweet warmth. Blair lets out a strangled moan, biting her bottom her lip as her pussy clenches.
Fuck. If she feels this good around my fingers, I can’t wait until she takes my cock.
I bring my hand back out, glistening with her arousal, and hold two fingers up to her lips.
“Open.”
She parts her lips.
“Suck.”
She closes her hot mouth around my fingers, sliding down to my knuckles. She peers up at me through those long lashes and sucks herself off my fingers with a pop.
Fuck.
I can’t wait another second.
I grip her jaw, keeping that sultry gaze locked on me as I give her another command.
“On your knees.”