22. ~Caspian~

“You knew bringing him into her vicinity again while the three of you were present would reveal his true colors.” Luke shoved a hand through his black crew cut. “That’s impressive.”

I looked out at him sitting opposite my desk, his phone out and ready to take notes with my forthcoming orders. He had one of his legs folded over the other, his phone resting on his knee, his tactical pants pulling taut.

My hands steepled on my desk, I told him, “I suspected. I wasn’t certain, hence me needing to observe him in person.”

“We’ve seen and dealt with some unsavory things over the years, and this is right up there, King. Gaining her trust through her father, then taking advantage of the trauma she suffered, manipulating it and reinforcing it in order to make her weak and susceptible to him… it’s despicable.”

I nodded. “Especially given his relationship with her father.”

“The betrayal is another level. Do you think their time alone together in that safehouse inspired it, or had he already taken a liking to her, perhaps agreeing to assist with their extraction two years ago in order to get close to her?”

“He has a pattern.”

“He’s done it before?”

“Twice. Once in college, before he then dropped out because of the fallout. And then when he left the army and started up JW Securities, with one of his first clients. He exhibits the toxic traits of the nice guy personae to the extreme.”

“I’m sorry this happened to your woman.” He shook his head to himself. “As if she hasn’t been through enough.”

My gut twisted.

“She’s strong.”

“And she has the three of you to help her through it.”

I doubted she’d want that.

Not with this.

The way she’d reacted right afterward, pushing away Bastian’s comfort, then holing up in her room for the last few hours, had pointed toward that.

I just hoped it was her shoring up her sense of self and power. As disturbing as it was, discovering the twisted truth about Jeremy’s intentions and manipulations could actually have a positive effect on her. For one, relieving herself of her ties to him, as well as her ties to that life with him at that safehouse. Another, having her realize that she wasn’t lost or weakened, and that it had been his manipulations that had tried to instill that in her and have her questioning herself and her strength. She had a great deal of inner strength, she was highly capable, so any doubts she’d been having there would now be attributed to that fool, instead of nagging at her confidence and her belief that she had the wherewithal to rebuild her life and go the distance.

“You allowed him to walk free to get him out of her vicinity as quickly as possible. Now you’re reconsidering it?”

I’d called him in here citing that I wanted to discuss dealing with that bastard.

“No. It was my intention to let him go.”

“To what end?”

I leaned forward on my desk. “I want you to use your military contacts to reach Frank Bennett and get word to him regarding the situation with Wheeler.”

The corner of his mouth turned up. “That will most definitely be justice to a T. Frank is in an unhinged state, he’ll react with the utmost brutality to this.”

“It will also pull him from his current misguided path, something that is causing Skylar a lot of heartache.”

“Hmm, I do enjoy it when you unleash your calculating side.”

“I’d do nothing less. He tried to break her. Now I’ll ruin him.” I leaned back in my chair. “Have security add him to our watchlist immediately.”

He started typing down my orders on his phone, assuring me, “He won’t be allowed back into Rossun. Consider it done.”

I pulled out my phone. “This has provided an opportunity regarding Jett Bane.”

“It has?” he asked, looking up from his phone and eyeing mine as I fired off a text.

King: Communicate to Jett that Jeremy Wheeler is closing in on him. Make sure he understands he’s not safe. Wheeler is taking up Skylar’s mission in her stead. After the takedowns of his recruits, she’s gone to ground.

I spun my phone to show Luke.

He frowned. “Wheeler will likely go to ground after today anyway.”

“The intent isn’t to have Elijah hunt him. I need him to remain stationary, following his usual routine, or it will put a strain on our current Trojan horse operations regarding Bane Industries. No, this will force Jett to come up for air in a bid to relocate to another secure location. And prey is easier to spot when they’re on the move, rather than frozen in hiding.”

“Smoke him out.”

I nodded. “The threat believing to be from Wheeler will also keep him in hiding and effectively prevent any possible retaliation against Skylar or us for her rejection of him and our action taken against him. One less enemy to worry about. And once word reaches Frank and he’s mobilized against him, said enemy will be wiped off the board entirely.”

“Appropriately ruthless.”

My phone buzzed with a response to my text.

Damien: On it, King.

“It’s in motion,” I informed Luke.

“Good.” He finished up typing, then pocketed his phone. “I’ll sort the rest as per your instruction.”

“Excellent. That will be all.”

He rose to his feet. “We’re almost there. Soon justice will be served all around.”

“It’s long overdue.”

“Sometimes the sweetest victories take time.”

I smiled, and he headed out, closing the door to my home office quietly behind him.

As his last words rolled over me and hit home, I found myself rubbing my left index finger. The place where my father’s ring belonged. Although everything there had been out in the open for a while, I hadn’t put in on again. I’d decided not to until this war against Bane was won, until victory was mine. It would be a symbol of that, of finally obtaining justice, of bringing peace to the memory of my parents at long last.

My phone buzzed on my desk, thankfully distracting me before my thoughts wandered too far down that difficult road, one that invited unruly emotion, something I had to tamper down where this mission was concerned.

It wasn’t easy, because I was sentimental and passionate by nature. I didn’t shy away from any of that. It made things that much more intense and meaningful.

But in this case, with this strategy against Elijah Bane, I couldn’t risk anything destabilizing my absolute focus and rationality.

I swiped open my phone to see I’d received an invitation from Skylar to a group chat.

Frowning, I accepted then entered the chat, finding a few texts already there and continuing to come in.

Skylar: I’m ready.

Caleb: Darling, are you okay?

Bastian: We figured you were down for the night. You missed dinner.

Caleb: Want me to bring some up to you? Don’t worry, I won’t be cooking it. Talking about leftovers from tonight. Lasagna. Yum.

Bastian: Hold up, ready for what, beautiful?

She responded, but not with words.

A photo came in.

My jaw dropped as I took it in.

There she was standing in the dark of night out in the mansion grounds, trees surrounding her with the knife-throwing targets in the background. In only a blue lace negligee, identical to the one we’d ravished her in and cut off her before. From the flash of her camera, I could make out the matching thong beneath. She had a pair of strappy silver heels on too that only added to the overt sexy display. Her blue and silver hair was loosely curled and cascading about her bare shoulders.

Caleb: Jesus Christ.

Bastian: Fuck me.

Skylar: That’s the idea, boys.

Mmm.

Caspian: Us. That’s what you’re ready for.

Skylar: *winky face emoji* Catch me if you can.

Bastian: Want us to hunt you, baby?

My cock hardened in my jeans at the thought of it. Indulging in said kink was long overdue for me. And doing it with her invited a whole other level of thrill to it.

Caleb: You’re sure you want to do it like this our first time back together?

Skylar: Do your worst.

Caleb: Damn, darling, you’re calling us out. Especially Cas. Primal play is his thing. You’re asking for the animal. He won’t be able to hold back. Last time we played like that, I blacked out, it was so intense.

As he invoked that memory, that itch started underneath my skin, that depraved need taking hold.

Skylar: Bring it.

Caspian: You need a safe word.

Skylar: Smurf.

Caspian: Excuse me?

Skylar: Every time I think of it, I picture Bastian spitting out one of my fondant balls and saying it was like eating a Smurf.

Bastian: LOL. Good call. That will pull me out of the moment for sure.

Caleb: Me too. That memory is burned into my brain. Fucking weak, B.

Bastian: Fuck off, sugar junkie.

Caleb: Speaking of that, my safe word with Cas is gummy worm.

Bastian: You’re shitting me?

Caspian: It’s true.

Caleb: I never use it though.

Caspian: Even when you should.

Caleb: Highly debatable.

It really wasn’t.

Fortunately, I was so attuned to him that I’d been able to gauge exactly where he was at, when he was too close to his limits, despite him thinking he wanted to exceed them when he wasn’t ready, and I’d stopped our play or taken it down several notches, because of his stubborn refusal to utter his safe word.

The only exception, when I couldn’t call it, when I wasn’t in a state to and I had to hear it uttered, was during primal play. I lost myself to it, became completely immersed in it, and it all took me over.

Knowing that was why I’d wanted to make sure Skylar had an out.

It didn’t take much to see what was going on here, why she was calling us out like this.

She was trying to prove to us and herself that she wasn’t weak, that she wasn’t the shell that Jeremy and brutal circumstances and loss and tragedy had tried to make her into.

On top of that, it seemed that she was determined to show us how much she wanted us. Us, not Jeremy. It was her way of recommitting to us.

And we were all here for it.

It had been far too long.

Doing it like this for our first time coming together sexually invited risk with all the built-up need that had been reaching fever pitch over the last few weeks.

A part of me urged me to tell her that we should reconnect in a more controlled—and safer—way initially.

But the other? The other wanted to let go.

Desperately.

Since that day when I’d allowed Caleb to take the lead and I’d felt what it was like again after so long to give myself over, no pressure, no thinking, just sensation, I’d wanted to experience it all again.

And although my role in primal play didn’t involve submission, it did involve relinquishing control in a way I really needed right now with everything going on, the burden and strain of holding everything together. Honestly, I needed to take a break, something I hadn’t needed before, especially not the desperate way I required now. This war on top of managing King, Bastian’s issues, Skylar’s, Caleb’s return, Jeremy, Jett… it had become heavier than ever, all compounding to wear me down.

But I couldn’t step back. A day of leisure here and there was the most I could do to take some of the edge off just temporarily.

Until this war was won, I just had to keep moving forward, to hold everything steady.

As a result, Skylar offering this up now was dangerous.

Passing it up wasn’t an option, though.

Caspian: Let the hunt begin.

Bastian: Fuck, yes.

Caleb: Let’s go ravage our sexy prey, boys.

Skylar: Who says I’m gonna remain the prey?

Mmm. She certainly knew how to rile us up.

That was it.

Caspian: It’s on, love. No mercy.

Caleb: Damn, Cas. You’re pushing me over the edge. Gonna be difficult to run with a hard dick.

Bastian: Good thing you’ve had lots of practice.

Caleb: Aww, don’t be jealous of my newly inked dick, B.

Bastian: Inked? Really?

Caleb: Cas didn’t tell you?

Bastian: Why would he?

Caleb: Because he went feral for it. Why? You wanna see if it has the same effect for you?

Bastian: No. But I do want to see it. Never seen one before.

Skylar: Are you coming? I’m waiting, boys. Getting cold out here.

Caleb: Getting naked as we’re talking, darling.

Bastian: Naked? We’re hunting first.

Caleb: I do my hunting best naked. Gets me in the mood.

Bastian: Jeez. What doesn’t? On my way, Sky.

Caspian: Run, love. Fucking run.

Everything was heightened.

While I was in this primal state, I was so well attuned to every little sound, every nuance.

The whistling of the wind through the trees surrounding us on either side.

The slight chill of the night air on my arms and face.

The crunch of our footsteps on the rough ground.

And the sound of Skylar whipping through the forest running from us.

Making herself into our prey.

Blood was roaring in my ears as the thrill of the hunt rolled through me.

My muscles were primed, my nerve endings electrified.

I was rock fucking hard, my cock straining against a pair of distressed black jeans I’d pulled on for the rough and tumble brutality that lay ahead. The navy shirt I’d had on earlier was open and blowing back with the force of my strides deeper into the forest of King Manor lands, because I’d been sweltering while in this animalistic state, the anticipation coiling inside me to a dangerous intensity.

A curse from Bastian had me swinging my head to the left to see him just managing to regain his balance after stumbling over a rock. I smirked. He was usually much more graceful, but his need for this, for Skylar, was such that he could barely contain it.

“I’m good,” he told us, straightening and adjusting his distressed blue jeans, which, aside from his shoes, was all he had on, the illumination from the moon casting a beautifully ethereal glow over those black rose tattoos of his snaking down his neck, over his shoulders and down his chiseled chest.

“Hmm, this will do nicely,” I heard Caleb say to my right, and I turned to see him picking up a four-foot-long piece of a fallen branch with sharp twigs at the ends.

I couldn’t help myself, I reached out and fisted his cock, unable to take him standing there completely naked right within reach without forgoing touching him a moment longer.

He groaned as I jerked him roughly a couple of times.

As I pulled away, he whimpered in protest.

I slapped both his ass cheeks in turn. “Our woman needs us.”

“Finally,” Bastian said, smiling excitedly.

“Let’s fan out. Surround her,” I said.

The two of them nodded, and then they were disappearing deeper into the dark forest, Bastian heading over to my left, and Caleb to my right.

Adrenaline thrummed through me, anticipation intensifying to an unbearable degree.

I didn’t fight it or try to push it down like I usually did.

Not even a little.

No. Tonight, she was getting the animal.

And he couldn’t fucking wait to meet her.

A growl rumbledfrom me as I caught sight of Skylar’s negligee discarded on the stony dirt path.

Mmm.

So she was just in her thong and heels now.

A highly appetizing visual.

She was so desperate for us to find her and make her our prey that she’d taken to leaving a proverbial trail of breadcrumbs.

Not that I’d needed it.

I’d picked her up ten minutes ago.

She was good, I’d give her that.

She was a hell of a runner—even in the spiked heels she’d put on tonight—and she could evade very effectively and strategically. Her movements had actually set Bastian off in the wrong direction. Caleb, too, until he’d managed to catch onto it. I hadn’t expected Bastian to, because he was too far gone in his need for her right now that his brain was barely operational, all his blood most definitely driven south.

No matter, he’d be guided back in the right direction soon enough.

Once I made her scream out into the still night.

Movement flitted across my vision a few feet ahead and I zoned in on it through the darkness to see her right there, trying to cross a stream onto another patch of land, the clearing surrounded by more trees and brush.

I picked up my pace, breaking into a run, my footsteps thudding on the forest floor with definitive force.

She swung her head my way and jolted.

It cost her. Her foot slipped on one of the stepping stones, and then her heel sunk into the stream with a splash. She squealed at the ice-cold water on her bare skin, the sound thickening my cock.

She fumbled to kick her heels off, tossing them onto the bank ahead of her, then crossing the rest of the stream over there in bare feet.

I reached the water just as she’d made it into the clearing.

I didn’t bother with any preamble, the animal taking the reins and zeroing in on its prey, plowing through any obstacles in its path in a bid to get to her. I jumped into the stream, water spraying up my jeans as my shoes sank to the bottom, the water rising halfway up my calves. Ignoring it, I pushed onward, wading quickly through the water, then jumping onto the bank.

She was halfway across the clearing, trying to disappear through the next set of trees.

Not happening.

I sprinted across the distance and she shot a look over her shoulder, the combination of excitement and fear in her wide eyes a hell of an aphrodisiac.

A scream ripped from her throat in the next second as I snagged a fistful of her hair and wrenched her back.

“Caspian!” she shrieked as I pulled painfully at her roots.

I banded my free arm around her waist and yanked her ass against my rock-hard cock.

She squirmed in my hold as I ground into the crack of her ass, the denim of my jeans abrading her cheeks bare in her thong, and pushing the slip of fabric deeper between them.

I reached up and pinched her nipples, the cherry tips already hardened to stiff points of arousal from the hunt. She squealed and bucked against me as I twisted harshly.

It only made me exert more pressure, the animal yearning for her responsiveness, to feed me her pain and fear—a hell of an exhilarating cocktail.

I abruptly released her waist, then used my hold on her hair to roughly shove her down to her knees.

“You’re caught, love. Ours to do with as we please.”

She glanced over her shoulder at me, excitement gleaming in her eyes.

Delicious.

She looked so fucking wanton on her knees in nothing but a thong, her breasts bare, her hair a wild mess now thanks to me.

A snarl escaped me, and then I was pouncing on her and driving her down onto her front.

She thrashed and fought beneath me, her limbs flailing, playing the game.

Dark need thrummed through me.

I fisted my hand in the back of her hair, and used it to push her face into the dirt, delighting in her sputters as she tasted it.

I kneed her legs apart then growled at her ear. “Wider. Spread for me.”

She didn’t even hesitate, spreading her thighs wide.

I slid my hand inside her thong, finding her dripping and so needy.

“Ah!” she cried at the unapologetic roughness of my touch on her bare cunt.

“Mmm, so hot and slick. So eager to be used and debased by us.”

I shoved two fingers inside her, forcing her cunt to open to me, and she screamed into the dirt. She squirmed again and tried to push up on her hands, but I shoved her back down with my hold in her hair.

“Fight all you like, it only makes me harder. You’re gonna come with your face buried in the dirt, my fingers fucking deep into your tight cunt, while you grind yourself all over the forest floor.”

“Fuck, yes,” she uttered on a strangled gasp.

I grinned. This was looking several levels beyond promising.

Perhaps she could hold her own against my fully unleashed animal.

As soon as I’d slammed her to the ground, that warning had sparked urging me to hold off a little, to summon necessary restraint. Because it was her.

She wasn’t just anybody. She was ours. One of us now.

But her reactions… they were gnawing at my self-imposed leash determinedly.

I pounded inside her with an unrestrained ferocity, finger-fucking her brutally, twisting, scissoring as I watched her ass bounce while she ground herself on the ground.

I pulled out roughly and she cried out, which was nothing compared to the shriek that echoed through the night when I plunged back inside her soaking cunt with three fingers. I curled them inside her and her whole body shuddered as I hit her sweet spot.

“Caspian, God!” she cried.

I zeroed in on it, stabbing at it mercilessly and watched in twisted satisfaction as her nails dug into the dirt and she tried to drag herself away from the intensity as it straddled the line between pleasure and pain.

I wrenched her head back and growled, “There’s no escape. This cunt is mine, prey.” I lifted my weight off her so I could wrench her onto her back. She mewled as she was forced to turn while my fingers were still deep inside her.

Her enchanting emerald eyes sparkled in the moonlight, a beautiful blend of dark need and depraved excitement shining back at me as they connected with the feral nature of mine.

I wrapped my hand around her throat, exerting enough pressure to make her gag, her eyes shooting wide. “I’ll have your screams, your tears, your cum, your blood. We’re going to make you into our feral thing and take from you until you’re a dirty mess, shuddering, crying from the intensity, but begging for more abuse.”

I released her throat, then scraped my nails down her soft flesh, digging them into her breasts, twisting her nipples, then inflicting red-raw marks down the length of her stomach, making her groan and undulate for me.

She bolted up suddenly, grasped fistfuls of my hair, then crushed her mouth to mine. She had me growling as she kissed me savagely, thrusting her tongue into my mouth, sucking on it, then biting, before tangling with mine fiercely, her fingers pulling harshly at my roots and sending a thrill through me that called to the fucked-up part of me.

I bit her lips, drawing a little blood, then licking it up and swallowing down her taste.

Fuck. Me.

I snapped, tearing her hand from my hair and shoving her down by her face.

I ripped her thong to shreds, making her squeal from the brutality of it.

My hand wrapping around her throat cut off her cries and the delightful sound of her gagging filled the space between us as I tightened my grip to the point of choking her, a moment before I snarled dangerously, then dove between her thighs.

Resuming my brutal pounding of her slick hole, I ravished her cunt with my tongue, bathing her swollen clit in her own juices and my saliva, before licking it all up, then lashing through her folds, then biting at her sensitive flesh.

She screamed out into the night, twisting and bucking wildly as she came all over my face.

I didn’t stop and it had her trying to push up against my hand pinning her to the ground by her throat.

When that didn’t work, she started clawing at my arm.

Mmm. There was the fight that I needed.

Something I knew she could bring in spades.

She continued clawing as I lashed at her folds and pounded in and out of her tight little cunt. She had me hissing, sparks of pleasure assaulting me as her nails dug deep enough to draw blood.

Bucking frantically and twisting, she managed to trap me between her thighs, similar to what she’d done to Bastian her first night back.

Although, this was most definitely far more erotic than that, and not just because the intent was different, but because she was calling to the animal with the delicious challenge of it, stepping up her fight.

Still, I held fast, taking the punishment and loving it, my cock thickening against my pants and wanting out desperately.

I trapped her clit between my teeth, grazing it over and over until she was pushing at my face, while also trying to ride it.

“Ah! Oh shit! Caspian!” she was crying, losing it all over the place.

I sucked the abused nub into my mouth and mere moments later, she came, shrieking and exploding on my tongue.

I lapped up her juices like a ravenous thing, so far gone that I couldn’t stop, needing more, more, more!

“Damn, look at that, B, this is what I was picturing when she had her thighs wrapped around your head that time,” Caleb’s voice sounded. “Hot as hell without a fucking doubt.”

I released Skylar’s throat and used both hands to pry her thighs from around me, then I lifted my head to see the two of them emerging from the tree line.

Caleb was grinning at me as he stroked the branch between his fingers.

Bastian was walking beside him, his fiery gaze on Skylar’s spread thighs glistening with her juices, sprawled out naked and boneless as she panted on the ground.

“Starting without us, Cas? Not fair,” Caleb jested, his husky tone betraying how much he was getting off on the scene the two of them had walked in on.

A snarl left me before I could stop it.

“Damn, like that is it?” He stepped forward, swishing the branch in the air. “In that case, you’re gonna love what I’m planning to do with this.”

“Fuck, when the two of you come together, it’s another level,” Bastian said, his gaze leaving Skylar for a moment and sparking with curiosity as it fell on Caleb’s cock, examining the ink there.

Skylar noticed too. “Holy crap, that’s… mesmerizing.”

Caleb grinned. “Mesmerizing, huh? I’m here for it, darling.” He licked his lips at her, then told Bastian, “You’re discounting yourself there, B.” He reached out and trailed his fingers down Skylar’s sexy body, her glazed eyes looking up at him blissfully and a soft moan escaping her at his touch. “After all, you were the one who seduced our powerful, gorgeous and incredible woman in the first place.”

“Seducing me isn’t exactly how it happened,” Skylar’s voice sounded, a moment before she lunged at me, landed on top of me, then pinned me down with her thighs pushing into my legs, her hands snatching my wrists in my shock, then trapping them against my chest.

Before I could even react, she started grinding her naked body violently all over me, her cunt rubbing against my jean-clad cock, sending shocks of pleasure through me, as she slicked her tongue over my cheek and collarbone.

“Told you I wouldn’t remain as the prey,” she said, lifting her head, before taking me in an aggressive kiss, then grabbing my cock in a painful grip.

Fuck, yes!

“We’ll see about that,” Bastian growled, as he came up behind her and yanked her back by her hair, breaking our kiss.

Her lips parted at her surprise and he took advantage of it and twisted her head to the side, then thrust his cock down her throat. Her eyes went wide and she spluttered as he held her hair in an unyielding grip, forcing her to deep throat him as he slammed his hips back and forth wildly.

She groaned around his cock and started grinding on me again, getting off on it in the most delectable way.

Caleb was there then, lifting her off me carefully just enough that I could open my jeans and pull my cock free.

She cried out around Bastian’s cock between gurgles, not wanting to stop her grinding and desperate need for friction.

“There’s my hot little slut, so desperate for cock.” He bit her shoulder, making her jolt as he drew blood, her cunt showing her true reaction and dripping even more than taking Bastian’s brutal deep throating was already causing. “Here you go, take some more, darling,” he said deviously as he eased her back down, this time right onto my cock as I held it ready for her.

Bastian pulled from her throat roughly, making her choke, and fisted himself as he took pleasure in watching Caleb guide her onto me.

I grunted as her slick cunt swallowed me inch by inch as Caleb drew it out, lowering her so fucking slowly.

“You feel that, huh? Those piercings scraping your walls? Bet they’re raw from his hardcore finger-fucking.”

She mewled and squirmed as he forced her to sink deeper. “Open that cunt, take it all.”

Unable to take it while I was in this unleashed state, I snagged her hips and slammed her down all the way, making her scream out into the night as she took me balls deep.

“Yeah, that cunt’s extra sensitive after Caspian’s playtime, isn’t it, beautiful?” Bastian said, stroking her hair.

“Let’s direct that burn somewhere else then,” Caleb spoke in that devious tone of his.

I heard the swish a second before his branch cut through the air and hit her left nipple.

She squealed and bucked on me.

He did it again, hitting the right this time, forcing another shriek from her.

“Ride his cock like our filthy little whore,” Caleb ordered. He shot a look at Bastian. “I co-opted your phrase.”

“It worked for you.” He grabbed Skylar’s arms and yanked them behind her back.

Caleb grinned, then struck Skylar again.

This time he didn’t stop, whipping her breasts rapid-fire, the soft flesh, her nipples, until she was riding my cock like a wild thing, while Bastian bound her, making her work her hips and thighs as she literally bounced on my cock, screaming and screaming, her cunt clenching me fiercely with every merciless strike from Caleb.

He made a pretty pattern over her breasts, red-raw marks crisscrossing, her nipples turning blood-red too.

“More!” she screamed. “Fuck! More!”

Caleb’s eyes darkened.

And then he struck right on her clit, so precise he missed my cock.

She screamed and convulsed on me, coming all over me.

“Goddamn,” Caleb exclaimed.

He lost it then, giving into the moment, and lashing down her stomach, drawing blood until rivulets ran down her skin.

The sight of it, the glazed look in her eyes, her grinding all over my cock… it had that leash breaking.

In the next second, I reared up, ripped her off my cock, then pushed past the other two.

I threw her down on her back a couple of feet away, then pounced on her. I slammed my cock back inside her, and power fucked her, grasping her hips to slam her back on me as the violence of my thrusts jerked her along the ground.

“Caspian! Oh my God! Yes!”

I shifted my grip to her ass, then descended on her with my mouth and tongue, licking up all the blood and feasting on her sweet taste.

She was beside herself, her thighs shaking around me, her hands pulling at her hair.

“Fuck! Fuck me, I’m coming!” she cried out a moment before she clenched around my cock so fucking intensely it took everything for me not to let her milk me in the process.

“Love it when he gets like this,” I heard Caleb say, his and Bastian’s footsteps coming close.

He was about to eat his words.

I pulled out of Skylar, then flipped her over and manhandled her until I had her on her hands and knees. I gathered her wetness and trailed it up to her back hole, coating my fingers in the process. I fucked it inside her with two fingers, gathering more and more, then opening her up with shallow thrusts.

She moaned and mewled, wiggling her ass against my fingers, wanting more.

Always more.

She was absolutely perfect for us.

Completely compatible.

Able to endure our twisted predilections.

She whimpered when I pulled my fingers free.

In the next second, I snagged Caleb by his hair and dragged him down to his knees. “Eat, lovely,” I told him, shoving him behind her. “Everywhere.”

His eyes flamed. “Fuck, yes.”

He was beside himself, spreading her open to him as he devoured her like a wild thing, lashing at her cunt, then digging his fingers into her asshole and spread it open and teasing inside.

Bastian smirked at the sight and stroked her bucking ass before dipping two fingers inside. Caleb stretched her wider and Bastian delved deeper, twisting and curling his fingers.

She went off like a rocket, coming all over Caleb’s face.

“Nice,” he groaned, licking up every trace of her, before diving back in.

“Don’t stop,” I told him. “Not until we come.”

I reached between them and gathered copious amounts of her juices, then slicked my cock all the more.

Bastian caught my eye as he pulled his fingers from her ass, watching me stepping behind Caleb. He leaned over them and traced his fingers over my lips. I smirked at this rarity from him and opened, then he slid them sensually over my tongue, giving me her ass to taste. I watched his cock jerk as he focused on my tongue swirling around his fingers.

A tremble took him before he pulled away with a sly grin, then skated his fingers along her back, to her shoulders as he walked around to her head.

He tipped her chin up with one hand, then stroked her hair with the other as she shuddered all over from Caleb eating out her over-sensitized cunt like a wild thing.

“Open, beautiful,” he crooned.

She didn’t hesitate, opening her mouth wide.

He slid his cock along her tongue, then deeper down her throat.

She took him like a good girl as he teased her, clearly trying to work her up and make her push for more. He wanted her to lose it and enter that feral state.

It didn’t take much more when Caleb had her coming again and squealing around Bastian’s cock. The moment she recovered, she dove down on his cock, fucking her own throat with his thick length.

I grabbed Caleb’s cock and fisted him roughly and he shoved his face into her cunt, tongue fucking her and making her squeal as Bastian cried out at her wild cock sucking.

Then I pulled his ass cheek aside and slammed inside his ass.

He cried out into her cunt and the vibrations had her coming again.

Bastian took over as she lost herself to it and fucked her throat, his eyes rolling back in his head and his hand clamping down on her shoulder to steady himself.

I lost control, snarling as I rammed into Caleb’s tight little ass like a merciless beast. He fucked back on me, wanting more, losing himself to it just like me.

Just like we all were.

I heard Skylar come again, gurgling around Bastian’s cock.

“Fuck,” he cried. “Your mouth is magic, baby. Ungh, yeah, swallow like that again.”

She must’ve done just that, because then he was losing his rhythm, then digging his nails into her shoulder as he slammed forward and held deep as he came down her throat. He pulled out roughly and shot ropes over her cheeks and breasts.

Something happened then. He licked his lips at me. And it had me enraptured while in my animalistic state. At the same time, Caleb’s cock pulsed in my hand. Skylar shrieked out into the night, coming again and collapsing. Caleb growled and came all over her ass and the backs of her thighs. It was all too much and I shot my load inside his ass as pleasure took me hostage, ripping through my very being and making me roar out my release.

I pulled out of Caleb and collapsed onto my back.

It took me several moments to return to reality and make sense of my surroundings, and I looked to see Caleb beside me, one leg over Sky’s, his other tangled with mine as he nuzzled between her and me. Bastian was on her other side, spooning her and stroking her hair.

“Oh my God,” Skylar breathed. “That was something else.”

Caleb chuckled. “Hell, yeah.”

“You okay?” Bastian asked her.

“Amazing.” She looked out at me. “I like the animal, Caspian.”

“You do, love?”

“So much. We’re doing that again.”

We all chuckled at that as we lay sprawled out on the ground in the middle of the woods.

Something elseindeed.