Page 32 of Upon Blooded Lips (Vengeance #1)

TESSA

T he humid night air presses against me like a lover, caressing me with its warmth.

Fireflies blink in and out of existence, tiny little constellations mirroring the glittering stars blanketing the violet sky.

A twig snaps behind me, sending my heart soaring.

Is it Eric or Nate? My imagination, maybe?

I chance a glance over my shoulder, seeing nothing.

I’m almost disappointed. Almost. I’m enjoying this more than I thought I would, because despite it being my idea, it’s too close to the games Uncle David used to play.

But I’m choosing this, and that makes all the difference.

It’s my choice to allow them to hunt me.

My choice to wear lacy, crotchless lingerie.

My choice to give my body to them. And it’s fucking freeing.

I hurry through the trees, doing my best to avoid trampling the ferns or falling over roots.

Just how far back is the boundary wall? Part of the reason I felt safe enough to do this is because the ten-foot wall protects the property from strangers and wildlife.

I wouldn’t want to trip over a badger or raccoon.

A howl rises above the treetops, turning my blood cold, a grin spreading across my face. They’re coming.

I pause behind a tree, leaning against the rough bark while I catch my breath and calm my racing heart.

A trickle of sweat slides down my spine, causing me to shiver.

My eyes close as I take in a deep breath of the pine-and-sap scented air, so when fingers trail over my cheek it catches me by surprise.

“Gotcha, little prey,” Eric says, yanking me against his chest.

“Do you?” I taunt, stomping on his foot. I dart away, laughing at his curses.

He grabs my wrist and spins me to face him. “Has Nate found you yet?” I shake my head. “Lucky me, then. Kneel.”

I toss my head and glare at him, yanking on my arm. “I don’t kneel to anyone.”

“Tonight you do,” he replies. The way he smiles, half covered by the mask, sends a little tendril of fear shooting through me. Where has my happy, smiley Eric gone?

He grabs my shoulders and forces me to my knees before sliding his sweats down, freeing his erection. Saliva floods my mouth at the thickness of it, needing to know what he tastes like.

“Open,” Eric demands, running a finger over my jawline. I grit my teeth and shake my head. I’m not going to make it fucking easy for him. I want them to force me, but on my terms. That’s the whole point of this.

He chuckles, the dark sound raising the hairs on the back of my neck.

He presses against the side of my jaw, forcing my mouth open.

I shoot him another glare, but he ignores me and shoves both thumbs into my mouth, opening me wider.

The pale moonlight reflects off the silver mask, lending him a menacing air.

“That’s a good girl,” he says, thrusting his hips forward and driving his cock into my mouth.

He removes his thumbs and places his hands on either side of my head, holding me in place.

“Fuck, angel, your mouth feels incredible.” The heavy, silken weight of his cock slides across my tongue.

Desire floods my core, and I squeeze my thighs together.

I need … something.

“I think you can take more,” Eric murmurs, his hold on my face tightening. “Relax your throat, Tessa. Let me in.” I open my mouth wider and relax, allowing Eric to slide farther inside. “Jesus. So fucking good.”

He picks up the pace and moans when I gag around him. Tears well up in my eyes before spilling over, trailing down my cheeks. I keep my eyes on his face, mesmerized by the emotions playing on it. Unfamiliar feelings swirl inside me. Pride? Joy? Happiness?

A rustle behind us has Eric’s eyes snapping open, and a smirk settles on his lips. He glances down at me and strokes my cheek. “Nate’s watching, angel. Let’s show him what a good girl you are by taking my cock so prettily.”

I smile around his cock and give a little hum, making him curse. He presses farther than before, and I swallow around him.

“Fuck,” Nate hisses from behind me. He wraps his hand in my ponytail in a tight grip and forces my head closer to Eric. “That’s it. Take all of him down your throat.”

Their praise and dirty words fill me with lust, wetness coating my thighs.

God, I want them. Both of them. Years of yearning have finally culminated in this moment, and I won’t let them get away with mere orgasms. Not this time.

I want them to take me, use me, fill me, mark me, make me theirs for real.

Eric’s hips stutter, and he groans my name. Salty cum fills my mouth, and Nate barks, “Don’t swallow. Hold it in your mouth.”

I try to nod, but Nate’s grip on my hair tightens.

Eric pulls out and steps back, leaving me feeling chilly despite the warmth in the air.

Nate yanks my head back, forcing me to meet his gaze.

He tosses his mask to the ground, drops to his knees, and brings his lips to mine in a punishing kiss.

He sweeps his tongue into my mouth, tasting Eric’s cum while crowding me with his body.

Each stroke of his tongue fuels the fiery inferno raging inside me, and I moan against his mouth. More, more, more.

He steps back. “Swallow.” I do, opening my mouth after to prove it. “Such a good fucking girl for us.” He wraps a hand around my neck, stroking my pulse point. “Now run.”

I startle, searching his eyes. He gives me a smile that makes me shiver, and I scramble away from him and get to my feet, backing away while they advance toward me like the predators they are. Why is this so fucking hot?

Spinning around, I dash away, uncaring of the branches and bushes that claw at me, trying to slow me down.

Once again, they let out their howls, startling the sleeping birds nesting in the trees.

I turn left where I think the boundary is, picking up my pace.

My breath comes out in harsh, ragged pants, and when a branch snags and tears the delicate lace strap over my right shoulder, I let out a scream.

“Tessa!” Nate calls, drawing my name out in a creepy, singsongy way. “We just want to play.”

I yelp and change direction, leaping over a prickly looking bush and nearly running into a tree.

My whole body hums, and I feel more alive than I ever have in my life.

Exhilaration mixes with a dash of fear, creating a delicious sensation that adds beautifully to the lust already stirring in my veins.

A faint buzzing noise comes from above, and I hurry away from that tree in case I’ve disturbed some kind of nest or hive. It’s one thing being chased by Nate and Eric, another by angry wasps.

I manage another few feet before an arm wraps around my waist, spins me, and takes me down.

I land with an oomph on a hard chest. When I glance up, Nate grins back at me before flipping us over.

“Did you wear this for us, little one?” he asks in a husky voice, his fingers trailing over my lace-covered breast.

“No, I wore it for the owls,” I snark back, struggling to get away from him. “Let me go!”

His hand comes around my neck for the second time, pinning me to the ground, his head dipping to suck my nipple into his mouth. He grinds his erection against me, and I gasp, pushing against him while dutifully acting the prey.

“Never, Tessa. Do you understand? We’re never letting you go.” He licks and nips down my body, the harsh scrape of the lace adding another layer of sensation to my overheated skin. When he notices it’s crotchless, he glances up at me with a feral grin that ramps up my already racing heart. “Mine.”

He spreads my legs open and feasts on my pussy, sending fire coursing through my veins. My orgasm hits me like a freight train, and I scream into the night, uncaring who might hear.

Nate leans up, unzips his jeans, and draws out a cock so big it makes me gulp. That’s not going anywhere near me. Nope. There’s no way that’ll fit.

“Oh, it’ll fit, Tessa. And you’re going to take every inch.”

“You can’t make me.” I scuttle backward, just out of his reach.

The asshole chuckles in reply. He grabs my ankle and draws me toward him, the pine needles littering the ground scraping against my back.

I kick out with my other leg, but he catches it before it makes contact.

He wraps it around his waist, grabs his cock, and lines it up with my entrance.

“You were fucking made for us,” he murmurs, his gaze intent on my pussy. He presses in, and I fight against him, twisting in his grasp.

“Get fucked,” I hiss, secretly enjoying this. I’ll never admit it to him, though.

He laughs again, the sound so depraved it makes my core melt even more. “Mmm. Your mouth says one thing, your pussy another.” He slides in another inch, his thickness stretching me. He grabs my hand, placing it over my clit. “See how wet you are for me? How much your body craves mine?”

I tear my hand away and glare at him. “Once again—all talk, no action.”

Nate growls and covers my body with his. He nips my neck hard enough to leave a mark, then slams into me. My cry echoes through the trees, and I try to get away from him for real. He’s too big, too thick. It fucking hurts.

“Goddammit, you’re so fucking tight,” Nate says into my ear. His enormous body crushes me against the forest floor, keeping me pinned under his weight. “Such a good girl taking all of me. I knew you could do it.”

Do I have a praise kink? I think I might. Every time he says that, I melt.

Nate begins to move, sliding out before thrusting back in. The pain melds away as my body adjusts to him, and when his cock slides against a certain spot, my eyes roll back into my head.

“That’s it, Tessa. Fuck. Do you know how fucking good you feel clamping down like that on me? Perfect, so fucking perfect.”

Every nerve ending lights up with fireworks, my muscles tensing as I climb higher and higher. My eyes shutter closed, stars bursting across the back of my eyelids. Almost there.

“Open your eyes. I don’t want you to have any doubts who’s fucking you,” Nate demands.

I obey, meeting his lust-filled gaze, and grab hold of his arms, holding on tight when he picks up speed.

“Do you want me to make you mine? Pump you so full of my cum it drips out of this perfect little hole after?”

“Oh god,” I whisper.

A cocky smirk crosses his face. “There are no gods here, Tessa. Now scream my name when you come. I want my brother to know you came all over my cock.”

He reaches between us and massages my clit, and I break apart in his arms, shouting his name, my soul shattering into tiny pieces.

While I float among the stars, he follows suit, coming deep inside me while growling into my neck.

He holds me close, allowing our breaths and hearts to settle, whispering endearments as I come down from the most intense pleasure imaginable.

“Did I hurt you?” he asks, leaning up on his elbows.

I shake my head and lift my hand, tracing his cheekbone before threading my fingers in his hair and pulling him down for a kiss. This one is gentle, loving even, and a crack the size of the San Andreas Fault appears in the solid wall surrounding my heart.