Chapter 7

R un, run, as fast as you can. I'll hunt you down, then make you drown.

The words I've been dreaming of making into reality repeat over and over again in my head. It's happening. It's fucking happening.

Isabelle Garcia is drowning on my cock, and she's reveling in every second of it. She wants it. Her pussy is so soaked that it's dripping down her thighs, begging to be fucked, and I'm going to give it to her as soon as I'm done fucking her pretty little mouth.

With my cock blocking her airway, she can't breathe. I watch her face turn red, and a pretty shade of blue as I force myself down her throat. Her hands are pressing against my thighs, but she isn't resisting me. She's letting me do this.

"Such a good fucking girl," I praise as I wrap my fingers through her hair, strumming my thumb over her head. "You deserve to have your pussy fucked."

Her eyes meet me, bloodshot and full of tears. She's on the brink of passing out, but I won't let her. I'm drawing her to the edge, then I'll reward her with my cock.

Two more pumps and she's a darker blue, seconds from passing out.

I withdraw my cock from her mouth, and she gasps, wildly inhaling as she fills her lungs. She doesn't get more than a second before I'm shoving her to the ground, pressing her back into the dirt. Her hips raise as she wraps a leg around my waist, pulling her entrance to the tip of my cock.

A light chuckle leaves my lips and I tsk as I say, "So impatient."

"Please fuck me," she begs, pleading for my cock to fill her.

Her pussy is so tight that it'll take a minute for her to adjust to my size, but I know she can do it. That tight little cunt will take me as well as her mouth does.

Lowering myself, I press my mouth to hers, kissing her for the first time.

Blood and her sweet juices linger in her mouth, and I lap them up as my tongue enters her mouth. Isabelle's arms lace themselves around my neck, and she draws me in closer. I bite her lower lip and she lets out a moan, arching her back in response. I smile against her lips, deepening our kiss and letting myself get lost in her for a moment. My cock is ready to explode all over her, but she needs to be rewarded first.

Forcing myself to pull away from her mouth, I sit back, lining my cock up at her entrance. There's lust in her eyes, and they widen as I press into her, guiding my cock inside her. I'm slow at first, letting her take me inch by inch, stretching her along the way. Once I'm halfway inside, I use one hand to hold down her arm, and the other to wrap around her neck.

Pressing down on her throat, I cut off her airway once more. When her face begins to change color, I slam into her, making her take every fucking inch of me. Her body jolts with surprise, and I loosen my grip on her throat, allowing her to breathe.

Isabelle cries out, letting moan after moan escape into the forest. Her pussy swallows me whole, willingly taking every fucking inch. I slide in and out easily once she's fully stretched. Her wetness seeps out of her, coating us both as I pound into her.

"You're so fucking wet," I grunt as I pick up pace, fucking her harder. "You like it when I fuck that tight little pussy?"

Her eyes meet mine, and she's pulling at that plump bottom lip. When she doesn't answer me immediately, I slam into her harder, urging her to answer me.

"Yes!" she cries out, gripping my wrist as I choke her.

I pull out, running the head of my cock through her folds, then stop over her clit, swirling with just enough pressure to make her want more.

"Yes, what?" I ask, forcing her to clarify.

Her leg wraps around my waist tighter, and she sits up on her elbows to get a better view of our show. I almost come undone when she responds, "I love when you fuck my tight little pussy, now fuck it some more."

My hand pushes my cock back inside her, and I don't give her time to adjust. I'm seconds from exploding, and I need her to come with me.

She's watching me close the space between us, filling her pussy with as much cock as it can take. I grab her free hand, pulling it to her clit. Using my hand, I guide her fingers in slow, steady circles. Isabelle's head falls back, and I know she's close.

Her moans get louder and more unsteady as I push her over the edge. I pump into her harder and faster, matching the pace of our fingers circling over her clit.

There's desperation in her voice. "I'm going to come."

"Come with me," I tell her, fucking her as hard as I can.

We're loud as I slam into her, and I can hear how fucking wet she is.

"Come on my cock," I say just as I'm about to unload into her.

She's almost screaming as she cries out, her pussy clenching down on my cock. She's coming, and I come with her, grunting as I release inside of her. Her whole body shakes as her orgasm comes to an end and the adrenaline fades from her body.

My cock is soft and wet when I pull it out of her, and I quickly tuck it inside my briefs, refastening my zipper and belt. I reach for my back pocket, grabbing the cloth I'd stored there for this very moment.

Isabelle tries to stand, but I use my hand to keep her down. "Wait," I say. "Let me clean you up."

She's hesitant as she lies back on her elbow, but she lets me do it. I wipe away the mixture of our juices, cleaning them away with the cloth. My cum will be seeping out of her all night, but I've done the best I can for now.

Pulling her to her feet, I straighten her dress for her the best I can, removing pieces of moss and pine needles. She runs her hands over it, smoothing it when I've finished, then she's silent as she watches me. There's an unsure look in her eye, and I know it's because she doesn't know what to expect next.

"Let's attend a party," I say cooly, tucking the wet cloth back in my pocket. I'll need it again later. "Two more trials, Isabelle. You're doing fantastic."

I glance around, searching for our masks. We need them for the party. Maintaining anonymity is extremely important. There will be a few locals here tonight, but none of them will live to see tomorrow. They've been invited to the grandest party of the decade, blinded by the thought of mingling so closely with wealthy people. Our masks will keep our identities relatively safe in the unlikely event that things go sideways. We can't be too safe. Everyone wears masks to the Reckoning. It's one of the few rules we have tonight. Plucking our masks from the forest floor, I dust them off before pulling my own over my head, then turning to Isabelle. She stands perfectly still, quietly watching my eyes as I slide the face of the gazelle over her face. She's calm, breathing softly for the first time tonight.

Grasping her hand in mine, I lead her back onto the path. I give her a moment to compose herself before walking her the rest of the way. Gravel crunches beneath my leather shoes as we walk, and it prompts her to look up at me as the lodge comes closer into view.

"I don't have shoes," she says, looking down at her bare feet.

"You won't need shoes. Most people won't be wearing clothes once we're inside. No one will notice," I say, straightening my face as we step out of the trees.

Isabelle's eyes widen as she takes in the monstrosity of the lodge. I often forget just how much money the society has, and Isabelle's reaction is a blatant reminder. She comes from money. She lives in one of the largest homes in Vail. But the lodge… it's out of this world.

"For the remainder of the evening, you will only refer to me as Grey. Most of us don't use our legal names within the society. If you slip up and call me by my name, not only will I have to kill you, but I'll have to kill anyone who hears. Don't fuck this up," I say as flatly as I can.

I don't want to kill her, but I will do what I must to protect myself and the society. She has to play by my rules tonight.

Her eyes leave the lodge momentarily to meet mine, and she's quiet as she nods and whispers, "Grey."

My cock immediately hardens at the way she says it. I shift my stance, trying to adjust myself before we approach the lodge. I can't wait to hear her scream for me again, but this time it'll be my Exodus name.

Such a good fucking girl.