Page 2 of Marked by the Pack (Crooked Point #2)

Tuesday

Zoey

Before going back to my livestream, I sent Emma a quick text, just asking if she was okay.

She didn’t respond.

I knew that meant she was probably seducing Callum. But…it could also mean she couldn’t respond because a vampire was sucking the life out of her. Text me back, Emma. I kept my phone next to me just in case she responded. It was hard being sexy when I was worried.

I grabbed a zucchini, propped myself on my side, and went back into my live feed. Subscribers paid a monthly fee to access all my picture uploads and live feeds. And for an extra $200 for ten minutes, they could chat with me privately. My message icon requesting personal chats was blinking.

But there was only one person I was interested in talking to right now. KingOfTheDead was one of the users waiting for some personal attention. I stared into the closest camera as I ran the zucchini down the side of my neck, across my clavicle, and down the front of my chest.

I watched my subscriber number tick up in the corner and smiled. I made enough money just from subscribers that I didn’t really need to offer personal sessions. But it was the personal chats that I loved the most. Especially the ones with King.

I clicked on his username and my monitor switched to a view of King in his Anubis mask.

He was in his office tonight. The wall behind him had black and gold geometric wallpaper.

And there were shelves with gold statues that were just too blurry for me to be able to make them out.

Maybe they were awards. And he didn’t want me to be able to see his real name etched beneath them.

Sometimes he was in a library. Other times he was in his bedroom. Sometimes he was in a wine cellar. It was like he was giving me a tour of his enormous mansion.

But he was never in a good mood when he was in his office working late. Or…early? I had no idea where he was from. His accent was impossible to place.

“Zoey,” he said. “Take it off.” His voice was deep and impatient.

Yeah, his accent was impossible to place. But God it was sexy. Especially when he was having a stressful day.

“I have a question for you first.” Billionaires knew the secrets of the world better than anyone. He might know something about vampires and vampire hunters. “Do you think that…”

“I said take it off.” He leaned forward, putting his elbows on his desk as he stared at me. He was wearing a suit jacket, but the top of his collared shirt beneath it was unbuttoned. “Now.”

Of all days for him to be in a bad mood from work. But I also loved it when he spoke to me that way. I reached behind me and unclasped my bra. The straps slowly fell down my arms .

King sighed, like it was the best part of his day.

And I wondered if he knew it was mine too. I hooked my fingers in the sides of my thong.

“Stop.”

My hands froze.

“Sit on the edge of the bed.”

I moved to the end of my mattress.

“Spread your legs like you’re sitting right in front of me on my desk.”

Jesus. I spread my thighs apart. I watched him in the monitor lean forward even more. Like he really was right in front of me.

“Do you have any idea what I’d be doing to you if you were here, Zoey?”

I had a good idea. I lifted my chest slightly, making my tits look even better. “Let me see your face,” I said. I always asked him at least once per session. And he always ignored me.

“Run your hand up the inside of your thigh.”

I reached out and slowly ran my fingers up my thigh.

“Arch your back.”

I knew how much he loved this view. Envisioning himself fucking me on his desk. I arched my back even more.

“I didn’t tell you to stop moving your hand.”

My fingers rose higher.

“Good girl.” He watched as my hand reached my pussy. “Can you feel how wet you are through the lace?”

I nodded. I was wet as soon as I saw him sitting at his desk. Knowing this would be quick and dirty.

“Push your thong to the side. I wouldn’t be able to wait to taste you. I’m desperate for it. ”

I pushed the lacy material to the side.

“Imagine it’s my tongue tracing your wetness.”

I moaned as I gently ran my finger from my wetness to my clit, spreading my juices. Picturing it was his tongue tasting me.

“Spread your thighs wider.”

I moved closer to the edge of the bed. Wishing I was moving closer to his face. His hands. Anything.

“Zoom in. Let me see how wet you are.”

I grabbed my remote, making one of the cameras zoom closer to my pussy.

He groaned. “Baby, you’re dripping all over my desk. What am I going to do with you?”

“Let me feel you.”

His stood up and put his hands on the desk. Spread out like I really was right in front of him. “You want my cock, baby?”

“Yes.” I started to slip my finger inside of me.

“Did I tell you that you could do that yet?”

No. I moaned and removed me finger. Fuck, why was he making me wait? “Take off your mask,” I begged.

“If you were here, I’d rip that lace right off your body,” he said, ignoring me. “So remove it. Right now.”

I pushed it down my thighs, kicking if off my high heel.

“Spread your legs again. No. Farther. I’m holding them down with my hands, exposing you to me.”

I spread my thighs farther apart.

“Touch yourself. Now.”

I slid two fingers inside of me and moaned.

“Two fingers?” He smiled. “No. I want you to feel how big I am. How hard I am for you right now. ”

I slid another finger inside of myself, stretching my walls.

He sat down. He never let me see his body. But I heard the zipper of his suit pants. “Another finger, Zoey. I want you to know what it would feel like to ride my cock.”

I slid a fourth finger inside of me, picturing his hand wrapped around his length. Imagining how desperate he was for it to be me instead.

“Just like that, baby. Faster. I’m fucking you hard because you interrupted me during work.”

I started panting.

“Keep those legs spread for me.” He groaned. “You’re still dripping all over my desk, you greedy girl.”

“King.”

“Faster, Zoey.”

I moved my hand faster.

“I’m wrapping my hands behind your thighs, making you meet my thrusts.”

I imaged his fingers digging into my flesh as he fucked me. I pictured myself sinking my fingers into his unruly hair, pulling him down to kiss me. His eyes, chin, and lips were all I could see when he was wearing his mask. And I’d been dreaming of what his lips would feel like against mine.

He grabbed a tissue off his desk and I knew he was close.

I imagined kissing down the little bit of exposed skin below his neck. Unbuttoning the rest of those buttons and seeing his hard pecs. His six pack. The happy trail leading to his hard cock.

He reached one hand out, like he was actually hoping to touch me through the screen. His hand landed on the edge of his desk. He gripped it hard. His knuckles turned white as he stared at me, like he really was picturing holding me tight. Forcing me to bend to his will. Using me for his pleasure.

All I wanted was his hands on me. I wanted to know what it really felt like for him to fuck me right there on his desk.

“Stop,” he said.

My fingers froze deep inside of me. What?

“I want you from behind.”

“King, I’m so close…”

“Now, Zoey. Stand up. Let me see your toned ass.”

I slid my fingers out of myself and stood up. I watched his eyes trail down my body before I turned around and put my hands on my mattress.

“My hand is on your back,” he said. “Pressing you down against my desk.”

I moved so that the front of my body was flush on my comforter.

“Lift your ass higher in the air. Let me see all of you.”

I arched my back, lifting my hips into the air.

“Imagine my hand keeping you in place against my desk as my free hand slowly traces up the back of your thigh.”

“King…”

“And over your ass.” He groaned. “Baby, you have a great ass.”

I moaned. Why was he torturing me?

“I’m grabbing your hips now. Pressing my tip against your wetness. Are you ready for me?”

“Yes! ”

“Touch yourself again. Pretend it’s my cock railing you from behind.”

I slid my fingers back inside of me. God, yes. I needed him so badly.

“I’m slamming into you, Zoey. So hard that your hips are digging into the edge of my desk. Do you like that, you dirty girl?”

I moaned.

“Rub your clit. Now.”

I traced slow circles around my clit with my thumb.

“I want to feel you come around my cock, baby. Move your fingers faster.”

I moaned.

“Fuck, baby, I feel you. Each thrust makes your ass jiggle just the way I like.”

“King…”

“Let me feel you pulse around me.” He groaned.

I knew he was staring at the screen stroking himself faster and faster. Wishing for me.

Fuck. I came with my fingers deep inside of me, picturing King behind me thrusting hard.

He groaned again.

I kept moving my fingers until he told me to stop.

“Slide them out of you. Slowly. Let me see your juices trail down your thigh.”

I moved my fingers out of my wetness, trailing them down the inside of my thigh.

He groaned again.

I looked at him over my shoulder and smiled. He was already perfectly composed. And I was still panting, wishing the whole thing had been real.

His eyes were following my fingers. And I bet if he was here, he’d be tracing the path with his tongue .

I turned around and sat down on the edge of my bed. “Now can I ask you my question?”

“I’m not taking off my mask.” But he smiled. He leaned back in his chair. He was always nicest after he pretended to fuck me. He tossed his tissue to a wastebin somewhere off screen.

“Not that one. Do you know anything about vampires? Specifically, can they control themselves?”

His eyes locked with mine. “Why would you ask me that?”

“Because I was watching this movie and it just got me interested.”

His shoulders visibly relaxed. “Oh.”

I leaned closer to my computer monitor. Why had that question made him so tense? “Do you? Know something about vampires actually existing?”

“I do think monsters exist. That they live secretly among us. And you should stay as far away from them as possible.”