7. Draven

T hat escalated right where I wanted it.

Her plea is quite cute, especially coming from that fiery tongue of hers.

Oh, and what a tongue I am excited to explore. That jewel on it, I could have come the moment I felt it slide against my fingers. It's why I held it there so long, and why I tested how far back she'd allow for me to go. Measuring whether or not I'd be killing her with my cock, or just knocking the wind out of her.

I'm pleased to say, I'll only be stealing her breath, because my prey has no gag reflex.

We'll see when I'm stretching right past her tonsils.

It's like silk against her thong, and not because of the material. A soft chuckle rolls from my throat, I can't help but be pleased. "So wet." My tone a hushed whisper against her lips, and her whimpering earns her a little reward.

My index and middle finger push between her slit, finding her begging clit, which is hard and throbbing with need. She asked so nicely to be touched, though, I am quite confused why she thought the word please would get her anywhere.

I hear footsteps coming, along with giggles, and groan.

"Keep those pretty lips closed," I demand. The hand that was propping me against the mirror moves to my mask and tugs it down. It isn't like my height doesn't give me away, but it is terrifying enough for guests to look away.

Our reflection bounces off at least a dozen of the mirrors, and while I could care less if they could see me, it's my prey and her clit I've got slowly rolling around between my fingers I'm more concerned about. I step against her, completely sandwiching her against the wall and tilt my head back.

I'm thankful she isn't a sprite, and I only need to slightly bend to keep the bundle of nerves between my fingers. She lets out a gasp, and I move those fingers she didn't dare bite off, right back between her lips. My thumb pressing at the bottom of her chin to close her mouth tight around them. She wouldn't be the first to attempt at removing my fingers, and I suspect won't be the last.

I must admit, as I watch her through the reflection in the mirrors, she fits perfectly between me and the wall. Watching as she writhes around, her arms stuck between us and her legs nimbly keeping her afloat. Fucking Satan, my cock has never been ready to fight my brain for domination.

As much as this sweet treat of twilight is begging me to lose control, I won't. Not yet at least .

One of the girls shrieks as she finds my gaze directed right at them.

My prey threatens her safety by sliding that tongue of hers along the crease of my fingers in her mouth. Her hips move back and forth, and I direct my gaze downward at her. Her earthy eyes widen just as her movements cease.

I know the moment I remove my fingers from her mouth, something she deems witty is going to slip through those thick lips.

My gaze trails back over my shoulder, the group is no longer visible, and I lean back away from her. "Open." I can see from the bumps along her arms what my voice does, which only solidifies she deserves it when she's been good.

After a moment of hesitation, she releases my fingers and leaves them coated in her saliva. I'm not sure if it's intentional, but the wicked grin on her face suggests it is.

Please , as if my tongue won't be so far down her throat by the end of the night. I use my thumb to lift my mask enough to slip my fingers into my mouth, tasting her and licking them clean. She is definitely worth kissing. Fuck if I'm not already addicted.

I pop down the mask and lean forward to face her. The expression on her face is slight shock, but there is no way she's disgusted I licked up her saliva.

"Grim—" she pants.

I don't want her to call me that, and the moment I'm about to tell her my name, she keeps moving that delectable tongue of hers. "Do I need to teach you how to please a woman? You usually swirl, and flick, not hold onto it like it's a pencil."

Is she …

"It's hot but, please," she once again begins moving her hips and I know it's stimulating her. "Yeah, that's it, I can do—"

The grip I place on her hip, stopping her from moving, makes her yelp. "If you move again, Petit Mouton , I will cut off this little bundle of yours."

She sucks in a deep breath, and I can see the worry in her rounded eyes. It does concern me that it doesn't actually scare her. Maybe she thinks my threats are void of reality… that would be a mistake.

For now, I'll keep it where it's at because I need her to squirt all over me before I've made that big of a mess.

I release her bud, and she grumbles. "Did you think…" My fingers wrap around her thong and begin pulling it upward. The string slipping further into her ass and between her soaked lips. "I'd let you come on our first meeting?" I grin, and although she can't see it, I'm sure she can hear the grumbling laugh that slips through my teeth. "You don't seem stupid."

"I'm quite smart—" she gasps as I pull harder upward. "Actually— why the atomic wedgy?!" She nearly shouts, her hands that have been gripping at my shirt are moving upward toward my shoulders, attempting to push me away.

My fingers do a singular circle around the fabric of her thong, "You won't be needing these." With a hard yank, the echo of fabric ripping comes just before her loud shriek.

Oh, I am excited to make her scream.

I bring my hand up with the balled-up fabric in my hand edging toward her. "Keep those lips sealed or I'll—"

"You fucking prick!" She balls her hand into a fist and slams it into my shoulder. If I weren't watching, I'd have mistaken it for a plastic ball bouncing off me. " You know I can't leave and come back! I don't have a spare—"

" Proie… " My tone a warning she stupidly ignores.

"You could have just taken them off like a normal fucking—"

The fabric of her torn thong is soon shutting her up, the force at which I lodge them making the back of her head bounce off the mirror. Her groan enough to please me, but the tears at the edge of her eyes making my balls tighten and my need to shove something else down her throat is nearly too impossible to ignore. My restraint for her, even if she is grinding my nerves, is wavering.

"You…"

Something else I can't ignore. While she is pissing me off, my hands aren't shaking with absolute rage. That stupid tick my therapist likes to remind me of, is a harsh reminder my anger issues are about to get out of control. I don't feel it, not in this moment, instead I just have a need to punish her in a way that pleases us both.

I take a deep breath, smelling not only her sweet scent of night but the arousal on my fingers. I'm going to drink from this vessel of irritation, but not at this moment. First, I need to mark her so no one even fucking dares to question who her hunter is.

When her hands fight toward her mouth, I grab both of them into one hand. She's so dainty, but again, she's no damsel. I can see the fight in her, and as badly as she wants me to fuck her, it's purely for her own need. Who am I not to deny her even just a little?

Stretching her arms straight over her head, I pin them tightly to the mirror. My hand slipping down to the knife at my belt and unlatching it. I'm studying her face, the scar on her lip, the one on her eyebrow, the sweet birthmark— she's a work of art, and I plan to add to this masterpiece.

I trail the blade up her hip, the tip grazing beneath her shirt and lifting it slightly. The peek of her olive skin makes my stomach tighten, but I must resist for now. While I may be denying myself, I know she's hurting. Her clit was pulsating so hard between my fingers, and I'm excited for her to ponder if I truly can please her or not.

"Would you like to learn another word in French, Petit Mouton ?" My gaze finally moving back to her rounded eyes.

I wonder if the blade excites or scares her.

I'm honestly afraid to remove the gag in her mouth to find out. I like this silence, her pants, and moans, that is what I like to hear.

"Nod your head if you would." My knee spreads her legs and she lets out a gasp. The constant bending is both irritating, and painful on my shoulders.

With ease, I lift her up, making her ride my thigh like a horse, and she's the good cowgirl.

Oh. I am fucked.

That ass.

Her strong thighs grip around my leg and I think I may have found my new earmuffs. I'm feeling deprived not having them around my face, and I just know when she runs from me, the chase will be as delicious as her cunt.

Patience… I tell myself, and quickly lean forward so as to not be tempted to stray from my course.

A deep red crosses her cheeks, and when she sees me egg her with a gentle gesture to answer me, she nods.

The knife's tip delicately grazes her chin in a curved gesture, and the faint hiss through the fabric confirms my penetration of the skin. I hope she finds it ironic it looks like a scythe.

" Le mien ."

I can see the slight tremble in her iris as she searches between mine, waiting for the translation.

With just enough force, I slide the blade between her jawline and throat, only a mere inch will do. Her body tenses, but she doesn't fight like others have. They would be squirming out of my hold, or at least attempting to. No, she likes this… and I love that she does.

I place the blade back into its holster and use my fingers to lift her chin. The Hunters will see it, enough to understand not to touch what's mine until the mazes.

They better fucking watch it.

Releasing her jaw, I slip my thumb under my mask and pull it up and over my head. I need her to know who it is that is claiming her this weekend.

I'm surprised her eyes don't pop out from how shocked her expression is.

"Mine."

I lean forward, grabbing the underwear still in her mouth between my teeth, and pull it out. As quickly as I hoisted her up, I release her and step back. She scrambles, but unsurprising given how strong those legs of hers are, she caught herself before she could fall.

After removing her underwear from between my teeth, I swiftly pull my mask back over my face before demanding; "Run!"