Page 106 of Boys Who Hunt

This is my only advantage.

I can feel them coming. They can’t feel me.

I tiptoe around the hallways and rummage through each drawer I can find, searching for a key. There has to be one somewhere, right?

But no matter how long I search, I can’t find anything.

Shit. Shit. Shit!

The buzzing suddenly intensifies, and I collapse against a door, helpless to stop the onslaught of lust building in my body once again.

Fuck these fuckers for actually making me horny.

For making mewantto give up.

I push myself up from the floor and rush back through the hallways, then go straight up the stairs. But on the third step, the buzzing between my legs forces a moan out of my throat. And my feet are caught in a snare.

Hands grasp at my ankles.

My fingers latch onto the wood, and I pull myself up.

The hands coil around my legs, twisting me, forcing me down I’m slowly toppled over.

I kick, but my legs are pushed down as someone crawls on top of me.

I can’t see; I can’t hear. All I can do is feel. Feel the hands cover my body, slip between my legs, grasp at my breasts while relentless buzzing pushes me to the limit of my own excitement.

RIP!

The fabric of my top tears to pieces as my breasts spill out, and two mouths cover them whole. I moan into the void, but all I feel is the vibrations in my throat melding into one with the buzzing between my legs.

A twisted nibble at my nipples has me writhing on the stairs.

RIP!

My pants and panties are torn away in one go.

Two hands hold down my wrists while two others tie them together with a rope. A hand covers my throat, and I shriek, but my lips are covered with a mouth. Ruthless, cold, brazen kisses smother me in the darkness, and the only way I can tell them apart is by their tongue.

Penetrative. Invading.

Silas.

He claims without questions.

Thrusts without warnings.

Takes without apprehension.

But in complete darkness, my face is stolen by another hand, another set of lips on my own, as my breath is hampered by a tongue driving inside. Twisted. Demanding.

Heath.

He’s wild and unrelenting.

Coarse and indecisive.

When his lips unlatch, a final kiss is placed on my mouth, one so gentle and soothing, I nearly forget I’ve been thrusted into a dark and devious game.Max.