Page 35 of Marked by the Pack (Crooked Point #2)

Wednesday

Zoey

Game on? What game? If this client was trying to win the most arrogant man I’d ever met award, he could have it.

MtOthrysXXX glanced at his watch. “I don’t have all night.”

You know what? I’d show him. It was tempting to just ex out of the video with him, but I never backed down from a challenge.

I reached over to one of my drawers and pulled out a normal sized dildo. I would have gone for a bigger size…but Grudge was right. This asshole was probably overcompensating.

If he wanted a show though? I’d give him the best show of his life.

I hit a button on my remote so that one of my cameras would zoom in.

A lot of guys liked me on all fours. Rough and dirty.

But I had a feeling this mystery man didn’t want a quick fuck.

He’d requested a whole show. And I was going to show him all of it.

I got on my back, spread my legs, and propped myself up on my elbows.

I stared in the camera. It was the perfect angle of every inch of me.

I trailed the toy up my inner thigh. He wanted me to pretend it was him. So I’d give him what he wanted. “I wish it was your tongue tracing my thigh.” I stared directly into his eyes.

He didn’t give me anything. He just kept staring at me.

“I’ve been desperate for your cock,” I said. I gripped my toy harder and pulled it to my lips, like I was pulling his length to my mouth. “I need to taste you. Just one taste, please.” My tongue swirled around the end of the toy.

He still didn’t say a word.

I moaned as I licked the shaft.

Still no reaction.

I knew what he’d like. I grabbed a bottle of lube and poured it onto the toy. I squirted too much on purpose and some of it dropped onto my breasts. “Oops.” I ran my fingers down my chest, smearing the lube around. I circled my nipple. “I always make a mess when I’m excited.”

This time his Adam’s apple rose and then fell.

I bit my lip and kept massaging my breast. “Do you like making a mess on me, bad boy?” I slid my hand lower, smearing the lube down my stomach. “Please,” I begged. “I need to feel you.”

He still didn’t say a word.

My eyes stayed on his as I slid my fingers into my wetness. I pictured Bennett fucking my mouth while my head was upside down. And Otto licking me like he was starving. God, I don’t know if I was turning this guy on. But I was soaked. “I’m so wet for you,” I said as I licked the tip of the toy.

“You like being a little slut, don’t you?” he asked.

I moaned. I finally had him talking. “Just for you,” I said .

“I bet you wish you had one cock down your throat at the same time another dick was inside your pussy.”

If only he knew. My boyfriends would agree with his assessment of me. I arched my back even more.

“Fuck yourself with the toy, Zoey.”

I’d been hoping he’d tell me exactly what he wanted. I trailed the toy down my chest, dipping it between my breasts. I stopped when the toy was right above my pussy. “You want your dick inside of me instead of your fingers?”

He shook his head. “Those are your fingers. And a toy. This isn’t make-believe, Zoey. You’re fucking yourself. And you’re wishing it was me. Now do it.”

This was definitely different. Him just watching. Not pretending it was him. I pulled my fingers out, trailing my juices down my thigh. What had he said he wanted? For me to beg him to fuck me? He just wanted to watch and he wanted me to wish it was him. I’ve got this.

“I’m all warmed up,” I said, still not putting the toy inside of me. “Can’t you fuck me? I want you .”

He shook his head. “No.”

This guy needed a better imagination. I slid the toy inside my wetness, stretching my walls. I hit the vibrate setting and my back arched even more. God, that felt good. Not as good as Bennett, Ace, Huxley, or Otto…but still pretty good when I was so turned on from thinking about them.

“I want it to be you,” I said as I slowly moved the toy in and out of me.

“I bet you want it to be someone else more. Would you like that? Another man cumming inside of you while you stare into my eyes? Wishing it was me fucking you?”

I moaned. Yes. Actually, I would like that. I moved the toy faster. And for some reason I thought about Titan. My eyes had locked with his earlier tonight when I came. And I had no idea why I’d done that. This was the second show I was putting on tonight.

“You like picturing someone else fucking you while you’re staring at me. I can tell. You’re definitely the little slut I thought you were.”

His words just made me even wetter. I thrust the toy deeper inside of me.

“Keep getting fucked. Stare at me while he’s inside of you. Are you desperate for me yet? You know I’d be better than him.”

God.

“He’s fucking you so hard your tits are bouncing with each thrust. It’s good. But it’s not me.”

I moaned.

“Tell me you’d rather it be me fucking you. Tell me how desperate you are for my cock.”

“I want you inside of me,” I said as I clicked a button and made the toy vibrate even more.

Fuck I was so close. It was easy when I was just picturing tonight.

As easy as it was twisted. Because I didn’t like Titan.

I hated him, really. So why had it been so easy to come when I was staring into his eyes while Bennett fucked me senseless?

And why the hell was I thinking about Titan now?

God, I always wanted what I couldn’t have.

“How badly do you want me instead of him?”

I started panting. “So badly.” I thrust the toy deeper, picturing being splayed out on the table earlier tonight. Bennett’s cock in my pussy. Otto whispering sinful things in my ear. My hands full with the twins.

“It’s all you can picture, right? My cock in your pussy. My hands squeezing your breasts. My tongue in your mouth.”

Fuck.

“The whole performance is for me. Even though I’m just watching. Right? You like looking good for me?”

“Yes.”

“Beg me for it, Zoey.”

“Please. I want you. I need you. I’m going to come just thinking about it being you.”

He finally smiled. “Good girl. Now say my name when you come.”

“Mount Othrys.” I started pulsing around the toy. God. I’d never done a scenario like this before. I didn’t expect to come so fast. Fuck. “Mount Othrys,” I moaned again and again until I finally stopping coming. I exhaled slowly as I pulled the toy out of my wetness.

“That’s not my name, doll.”

Doll?

My eyes snapped back to the screen.

Wait. What?

Fuck.

I only knew one person that called me doll.

No.

Shit, shit, shit!

I stared at him. He wasn’t masturbating while he watched me. He’d kept his arms folded across his chest the whole time, just staring at me with disdain. A very familiar disdain .

He slowly lifted his hand and pulled off his mask. Titan’s dark eyes bored into mine as I was still panting from my orgasm.

I silently cursed his name. Oh God. What had I just done?

I pulled my sheets up over my chest. This was what he was threatening me about earlier tonight when I ran into him in the bank.

He knew my secret. He’d known the whole time.

That’s why he thought I wasn’t serious about his friends.

That’s why he thought I was playing a game. Damn it.

“Remember the night Emma found out our secret?” Titan asked. “We came over to your house and you tried to distract us by deep-throating a banana while kneeling in front of us. And I knew I’d seen that move before…”

Shit. Why had I done that?

“The wig and mask were a nice touch. But I knew immediately who you were.”

“Titan…”

“And I tried to give you a hint about my identity. Mount Othrys is where the Titans lived during the war against the gods of Mount Olympus.” He shook his head like he was more disappointed in me than usual. “It was all right there for you, Zoey .”

He’d said my name in that way again. Like he hated me.

“So you clearly don’t do any research before you talk to strangers on the internet. And as far as I can tell, you’ll do anything they ask. Even though you’re dating my friends. And they certainly don’t know about your nightly habits. Yet. ”

“Titan… ”

“I warned you, Zoey. The truth has a funny way of showing up when you least expect it and knocking you on your ass.” He smiled.

“Titan, I’m going to tell them. I just…”

“No need. I recorded this whole session. I’ll just show them.”

He’d recorded it? “You wouldn’t.”

He smiled. “Doll, you don’t know me at all.”

“That’s not entirely true.” I shifted to my knees as I held my sheets tightly against me. “I know what gets you off.”

He lowered his eyebrows as he stared at me.

“It took me a while to figure you out. But Bennett gave me a hint tonight while he was fucking me. He told me to tell you how much I wished it was your cock inside of me. And you confirmed it tonight. You like watching your woman with other men. You want to be told how much you wish it was you. You get off on me begging.”

“You have a big part of that wrong, doll. The you in that equation.”

“Don’t lie and pretend you didn’t like that.”

“I’m not the liar here. You are. And you have until midnight tomorrow to tell my friends the truth.”

“Titan, please don’t. I’m going to tell them. When the time is right. I just…” The right time wasn’t right this second. I had a heist to pull. I was going to cure them. I was going to cure him . “I really like them.”

“Then why are you pretending to fuck strangers online for money?”

“Because it’s my job!”

“We share one girl. We give her everything she needs. Her body belongs to us. Not millions of horny strangers. Whoever we end up with doesn’t need to strip for money.”

I felt tears running down my cheeks. He was acting like I was a common whore. This was my living. I was good at it. It was my outlet. It was basically my whole world until Otto kissed me.

“I vetoed you. And I always get what I fucking want, doll.”

I clenched my jaw. “Do you? Because I’m pretty sure Bennett is the one in control.”

Titan leaned forward.

My eyes ran down the scar on his cheek.

He smiled. “You’re even thinking about it now, aren’t you? How much you wished it was me tonight instead of Bennett.”

“Fuck you.”

“You have until midnight tomorrow, Zoey.”

“Have fun jerking off to the thought of me like you have for the past year.” Where did he get off telling me this was wrong when he subscribed to me?

“Only in your dreams, doll.” He exed out of the private session.

Leaving me sitting there fuming and somehow still turned on.