Page 8 of Run and Hide

Chapter eight

Mia

Did he just say what I think he said?

I’m no virgin by any means, but I have never taken anyone there before.

Kian taps my leg, and I move forward, letting him stand. He walks to Cyrus and grabs him by the back of the neck, pulling Cyrus’ mouth to his. The sight sends another wave of lust through me, but I can’t move. It’s like I’m stuck in a trance, mesmerized by the sight of these two men.

Kian brings Cyrus’ bloody hand to his mouth, sucking the crimson liquid from his fingers, eyes closing as he moans around the digits.

Good God.

Reaching between my legs, I can’t help but touch myself. These two bring something out in me I never knew was there, and I feel like I’m starving.

Spreading my legs wider, I circle my clit, and a moan slips free as I run my finger through my slit. Both men turn toward me, Cyrus already with his cock out, watching me. I refuse to break eye contact with him as I bring my fingers to my mouth, noticing the blood that coats them. I suck my fingers, wishing one of them was deep inside me.

Cyrus strokes his cock as he walks over to me, lowering behind me, taking the spot Kian was in not too long ago.

“Climb on top of me, baby. I wanna feel your tight pussy gripping me.”

Doing exactly as he says, I climb on top of him, hovering just above where I desperately want him to fill me up.

He grips his length and lines it up for me, slowly urging me to lower myself. I can feel my pussy stretch almost painfully to take him, but I don’t stop. I need him like I need air. Cyrus holds my hips steady as he thrusts upward, taking my breath away. It’s nearly too much.

Kian comes into my line of sight, his cock out, hard and ready. The same knife buried inside me earlier is now in his hand. He comes to a stop in front of me, his length only inches from my face, making me want nothing more than to have him fuck my mouth while Cyrus fucks my pussy.

The knife slides across Kian’s palm, and blood pours from his hand. He hisses as the blade falls to the ground by his feet before he brings his bloodied hand to stroke himself, covering his cock in blood.

“Be a good girl and suck his cock, little crow,” Cyrus demands, watching my every move.

My mouth automatically opens as Kian steps forward, shoving the tip of his length into my mouth. I moan around him, and he lets out a string of curses about me being a witch with a mouth like mine.

They fuck me in unison, and my vision goes blurry from lack of oxygen. If I died right now, I’d die happy.

Kian’s cock grows in my mouth, and I know he’s seconds away from blowing, but before he can, he pulls out and grips my face as Cyrus continues to pump in and out of me.

“You are so goddamn perfect,” he says, his grip getting tighter. “Open your fucking mouth.” I listen, sticking my tongue out. Kian spits in my mouth and smiles down at me.

Swallowing it down, I lean my head back, suddenly needing more, if that’s even possible.

“Kian, I need more,” I whimper, hoping he understands what I want.

“Anything for you, little crow.”

Cyrus grips my throat and drags me down onto his chest as his movements slow. If I’m going to take both of them, I’ll need to be calm and relaxed.

“Are you still scared?” Cyrus asks against my lips as I feel Kian move and kneel behind me.

My chest tightens with anticipation and nerves.

I think about his question. Am I ? I don’t think I am anymore.

The thought of going back to the corn maze and being alone scares me, but I’m not walking through it, and I’m not alone. I’m feeling the best I have in a long time, pressed between two men whose faces I hadn’t even seen.

“No,” I answer him, and he smiles. It’s not a dark smile, but one that seems full of happiness, and my chest fills with something I can’t identify.

Not when Kian presses a finger into my ass.

“Take a deep breath, baby. I need you to relax for me.”