Page 263 of Boys Who Hunt

“Come inside his throat,” she whispers between kisses.

And I am fucking done for.

Completely lost inside that amazing mouth of hers.

I come so hard inside his throat that I whimper against her lips while Heath begins to choke and cough from my cum. But none of it matters as she drives her tongue inside my mouth, drowning out my sounds with her own as she rubs herself on Silas’s face.

“Fuck, she’s coming,” he groans, thrusting his tongue into her.

Heath pulls away to swallow, but I’m far too busy kissing Ivy to care. She grabs my shoulders and pulls me away from him until we’re out of reach from both of them.

“Hey …” Silas growls.

But she ignores him as she’s kissing me, and I don’t mind one bit.

“Don’t fucking leave us hanging like this,” he growls.

“That wasn’t nearly enough for me,” Heath groans, my juices still dribbling from his mouth.

She taunts them to the limit with these kisses before finally glancing at them as she pulls away from my greedy lips.

“Are you hard? Throbbing?” She grins.

“Fuck, please …” Heath’s begging too now, and I have to admit, I love hearing how guttural he sounds when he does it.

“Too bad because you’re not getting any. This isyourpunishment.”

Silas’s eyes flicker with sudden fury. “You’d better take your fucking lips off him right now and come here and take this rope off, or I swear to God, I will come and impale you on my cock where you stand.”

Suddenly, she pulls away from me and drags her panties back up, zipping up her pants. Then she picks up the knife from the floor where she dropped it.

“What are you doing?” Silas grits.

She points the sharp end at her own skin near her hand.

“Don’t even think about it, twig—”

The blade cracks her skin open, blood running down her fingertips onto the wooden floor.

And Silas is beside himself with madness and a frenzied lust.

“You want this?” She tilts her head. “Then come and get it.”

She throws the knife near his knees.

Oh, no.

This won’t end well for her.

Silas’s grin is beyond this world. “Wrong move.”

Ivy

Within seconds,Silas takes the knife between his teeth and cuts through the rope on Heath’s wrists, who breaks free only to rip Silas’s binds with his bare hands.

THWACK!

The knife zooms past my head, and I instinctively turn to look as it lodges into the cabinet behind me.