My legs wrapped tightly around his middle and my nails dragged down his bare back, making him hammer into me even harder.
I nipped and sucked at the tattooed skin across his shoulder, dropping my head back on the pillow as he appeared to go even deeper.
His skin tore under my nails as I moaned, his hand shooting out to wrap around my throat tightly as if to shut me up.
Panic took hold of me when he didn’t let go, and I flicked my gaze to Skeeter who silently held his hand up to calm me.
I tried to calm myself, focusing on the music as it blasted from down the hallway.
After a moment, Hunter let go.
I sucked in the cool air and choked slightly as it hit my lungs, but Hunter didn’t give me much time to recover before he flipped me onto my knees and shoved my chest down onto the bed roughly, nudging my legs apart further.
I bucked against him as his fingers rubbed small circles on my clit, but he just pressed his free hand between my shoulder blades firmly to hold me still while he fucked me without mercy.
I should have been shit scared by the lack of control he was giving me, but I wasn’t.
There was something seriously fucking wrong with me.
It wasn’t until after I’d climaxed loudly and calmed my breathing a little, that I noticed Skeeter give me a devilish smirk before walking away from the door, leaving us in peace.
Chapter 3
Hunter
I knew I couldn’t have Rory, but I was being selfish.
Skeeter knew I needed a release because I’d been so uptight, but I didn’t think he’d meant for me to actually fuck her into his mattress.
I’d honestly had no intention on doing it, but the moment she got all ballsy about taking on the Soldiers, my dick got fucking hard and I kind of just snapped.
It didn’t help that she’d kept running her fingers affectionately through my hair, trying to soothe my frustration.
Skeeter was going to fucking kill me, but holy shit it was worth it.
She was going to be sore in the morning, because I don’t think I’ve pounded into someone so hard in my life.
I should feel bad for possibly hurting her, but she didn’t seem to have had any complaints.
The party still raged downstairs, and I was surprised that Skeeter hadn’t gone looking for her yet.
My fingers traced over the bleeding rose that was tattooed on her shoulder, and I mentally cursed myself as my dick jerked to life again.
All I did was touch her, for fuck’s sake.
I was wrapped around her from behind, so I could have taken her again if she hadn’t passed out on me.
I was almost tempted to wake her up for another round, but she needed the sleep.
She’d fallen asleep pretty quickly, but I’d stayed awake to keep an eye on her for a while.
I wasn’t a sappy kind of guy by any means, but I couldn’t face the thought of the Soldiers doing that shit to her.
They’d never get their hands on her while I was around.
She mumbled in her sleep, and I hesitated before kissing her neck to soothe her.
Jesus Christ, the little hell cat had turned me fucking soft.
Rory
Music woke me with a start, and I panicked when I heard Skeeter’s loud voice in the other room as he rapped along to Fuckin’ Problems by A$AP Rocky, but someone moved behind me.
Who the fuck?
I almost fell out of bed, but an arm snaked around my waist and pulled me back against a solid chest, Hunter’s sleepy voice instantly calming me.
“You okay, hot shot? Want me to tell them to shut the fuck up?”
I took deep breaths, snuggling into his arms and not answering until I had my embarrassing heart rate under control.
“I’m okay. I just forgot you came to bed with me and…”
His hand ran up and down my naked back as his lips softly kissed my neck, and I sighed contently, enjoying his touch a little too much.
“Sorry if I scared you. Want me to turn the lamp on?”
Softie.
“I’m okay now, seriously. I need a drink of water,” I mumbled, climbing out of bed to leave the room, but Hunter’s shirt hit the back of my head as he chuckled.
I had no idea how he’d managed to find it in the dark so quickly.
“Maybe put something on, since the party’s still going on out there. Not that I’m complaining about your lack of clothes.”
I shoved it over my head before padding down to the kitchen, downing a bottle of water within seconds.
God, I was such a little bitch sometimes.
I knew he’d been in bed with me, for fuck’s sake.
Arms suddenly wrapped around my middle from behind, making me jump.
I calmed when I caught a glimpse of Hunter’s brothers name that was tattooed on his forearm.
“Stop sneaking up on me,” I exclaimed, tossing the empty water bottle into the sink to hide that he’d startled me.
He lifted me, plonking my ass down on the bench and moving to stand between my legs.
I guessed we were comfortable with no personal space, since he’d had his dick bashing into my cervix a few hours ago.
His hand cupped my cheek and he gave me a small smile.
“You sure you’re okay?”
I sighed, placing my arms around his neck as I held his gaze, deciding to be honest with him.
“Yeah. You just… you scared me a little tonight when you were choking me, and it’s been a long time since I’ve felt like that.”
He closed his eyes to hide his guilt, hanging his head with shame.
“Jesus, Rory. Why…”
“It’s fine. The others are rough with me, and Skeet never holds back either, but I’m not used to that with you. When you didn’t stop choking me as quickly as Skeet usually does, I was worried that you weren’t going to at all for a second there.”
“You didn’t seem too panicked, or I would have let go sooner. You need to tell people when you aren’t comfortable. Fuck, you should have told me to stop and I would have straight away. I can’t believe I scared you like that. I’d never hurt you, ever.”
He was starting to get angry with himself, so I cut him off with a soft voice.
“Skeeter knew you’d let go, so I trusted you through him.”
That made him frown, confusion clouding his frustrated dark brown eyes.
“But Skeet wasn’t there.”
When I stayed quiet, he smirked.
“He was watching us, wasn’t he? He does like to watch. He could have joined us, you know?”
I shrugged, moving my fingers in small circles on his back, feeling the bloodied welts from my nails.
The blood had long dried, but I bet they still stung, not that he reacted in any way.
“If he wanted to join in, he would have. You know that,” I said with a warm smile, locking my ankles behind him.
His touch was gentle as his fingers ran through my tangled black hair to pull my face closer for a kiss, and my eyes fluttered closed at the silent affection behind it.
His hand wandered up my thigh and between my legs, a content sigh leaving me as he carefully pushed a finger inside, and I shuffled closer, needing him to be deeper.
I was starting to think I had a fucking sex problem.