Page 110 of Hunted

Beck blinked—shocked, I think, by my answer. But he wasted no more time, sliding us both up the bed. His hands found their way beneath his borrowed shirt, running up the lines of my torso. His thumbs brushed the undersides of my breasts, and he kissed me like he really, truly meant it.

“You should taste her,” Dek murmured, his voice hoarse with desire. “She tastes divine.”

Beck shifted, pulling away just enough to murmur, “You should taste her.”

“With pleasure,” he answered, crashing onto the bed and kneeling between my legs. He lifted each knee over his shoulders and pressed a dozen tiny kisses up my inner thighs.

When he couldn’t hold back any longer, when his tongue plunged into me and dragged upwards, I was almost done for.

My moan was swallowed by Beck’s next kiss, and answered by his own. “You taste so good when you’re falling apart.”

“Yes,” Dek agreed. “She really does. Van, get in here, you’re missing out.”

And then, somehow, they swapped and it was Van’s mouth devouring me, and Beck’s still catching all my blessed moans.

When I drew back, panting, I locked eyes with Dek standing over the bed.

That’s when I was truly done for. He knew it too.

I watched him, and he watched us, and somehow it was the sight of him chasing his own release as Van drove me headlong into mine that sent me careening over the cliff.

Oh my gods, I’m dead.

Lewis or Randall must have succeeded, and I’m actually dead, because there’s no way this is real.

“Oh, it’s real, Ice.” Beck grinned, stripping his clothes off and dumping them unceremoniously onto the floor.

Van wiped his lips with the back of his hand, smirking. “And you better get used to it, Pretty Girl.”

Dek shrugged, wanting to get in on it but having trouble finding his words. “Or else.” He continued pumping, though his recent release was smeared all over his hand.

His cock glistened in the moonlight, shining in through the undrawn window.

Wait a second—that’s awfully shiny.

“Is that—are they⁠—”

“Yup,” he said, popping the ‘p’ like a bubble. “Piercings.” His grin was so devious I wanted to kiss it right off his handsome face. “Nine of them.”

My eyes bugged, but nobody else in the room seemed surprised. “Well, fuck,” I whispered.

“You sure you don’t wanna test them out?” His grin grew—entirely wolflike—and I wondered if I was the girl in the red hood in this scenario. Was my wolf going to eat me, too?

I didn't get a chance to find out, though, because Beck rolled us over so that I was flat on my back and he was hovering over me. His cock was perched at my entrance—deliciously teasing, but going no further.

Resting on his elbows on either side of my head, he took the time to kill me with kisses before withdrawing just enough to look at me fully.

“Are you sure you want this, my perfect little Ice Queen?”

With zero hesitation, I breathed an enthusiastic, “Yes.”

“Are you ready? The first time can⁠—”

“Hurt, yes, I know,” I muttered, painfully impatient. “I’ve been hurt plenty without my permission, Beck. But in this instance, I’m giving you my full permission to maybe hurt me with my consent. And I swear to God, if you don’t⁠—”

He never gave me the chance to finish. My words sputtered out as my brain blanked. The only thing I was aware of was the feeling of his—admittedly scarily huge—cock sliding in. True to his nature, he took the utmost care with me, only going so far as I could take at any given point until it eased enough to keep going. It only stung a little—and the payoff was so worth the hurt.

Once he was fully seated, he checked in again after a series of tiny kisses all over my face, while Dek and Van watched on, rapt.