“Good librarian,” Dom croons, deep and threatening, right beside my ear.
I scream, twisting away as he plucks my glasses off my face, rendering the world instantly fuzzy. I’m not sure why I run, only that the adrenaline that had been dying in my body bursts back to life, my panic from the clearing returning in full force. I realize that Dom is naked—he must have stripped while I was occupied with Beau.
Beau steps forward to catch me and grabs me by my hair, yanking me against his body and pressing his mouth to mine in a hard, hot kiss. I gasp into it as liquid heat pounds through my body. His open belt buckle presses into me, and he shoves between us to unfasten my pants.
Dom growls behind me and adrenaline wars with drugging, luscious lust, jolting me back into awareness. I bite Beau’s lip hard enough to taste blood and dart away when he rears back. Dom is right there, large and threatening, and I duck wide and bolt.
Never have I felt such a delicious mix of fear and excitement. The panic is different—my nervous heart skitters at the thought of them catching me and, at the same time, I desperately want them to. I want them to take me, claim me, fuck me against the soft earth. I want them to have me completely at their mercy.
There’s a low laugh and a curse, then strong, heated arms wrap around me at speed, and I’m taken to the ground. Dom rolls, protecting my body with his as I go down, and I end up pinned beneath him. He yanks my pants down and off in one brutally efficient move, then he comes down on top of me. His naked erection pushes against me, and I shudder.
When I catch my breath, I push up to bolt, but his rough hand clamps around my throat, and he wrestles me until I’m seated atop him, my legs split over his thigh, my back to his chest. With his wide hand pressed against my thundering pulse, and another arm around my waist, he pins me to him. I can feel his thick, hot length against the seam of my ass.
Dom makes a vicious sound of satisfaction deep in his throat, and I writhe against him. Every movement, every breath, rubs us together, and pleasure rips through me.
“Behave,” Dom orders, voice rough.
Nervousness and lust make me lightheaded. Every hard, muscled inch of his chest is pressed against my back, and he grinds his rigid cock into my backside shamelessly.
He wants me, I realize. Dom wants me.
Wickedly wet, I squirm, helpless in his hold. The hand around my throat tightens threateningly, and I can’t hold back a breathless moan.
Breathing hard, Dom presses his lips against my ear. “Submit, little librarian. No matter where you run, we’ll chase you down.”
His other hand wraps around and rips my shirt down the front, tearing right through the soft fabric. My instincts tangle until I’m not sure whether I need to escape or beg for him not to stop. Shuddering, I struggle, trying to push away from him. The movement only grinds my ass against his dick, my clit against his rough thigh. He yanks me deeper into his hold, and I soak his leg on the shuddering backslide through my panties.
Dom groans. “Or fight if you want. It turns me on.”
He yanks down my bra so my breasts spill over.
“Fuck. That’s a sight,” Beau says roughly.
Forcing my heavy eyes open, I see Beau towering over us. Moisture rushes to my core even as terrified goosebumps race over my skin. His zipper is lewdly parted, and his hand is wrapped around his cock as he strokes himself coarsely.
Dom cups one of my breasts, and his large hand spans most of the bared flesh. He grips it roughly, possessively, still grinding against my ass, then he takes my nipple and rolls it hard between his fingers.
Crying out, I arch my back, and his teeth bite down hard into the soft skin between my neck and shoulder, holding me in place as he does it again, and again, switching between my breasts until they’re both sore and red and abused. Reaching up, I try to find purchase in his short hair, but can’t, and my fingers press into his scalp desperately. He doesn’t even flinch at my efforts, greedily touching me however he pleases.
Beau kneels and bends over us. Dom pauses his abuse and squeezes my breasts together—an offering to his friend. He releases his teeth from my neck and licks the small wound there like an animal, trailing his tongue up to my ear.
I tremble, and Beau drops his mouth to my breasts and sucks the offered nipples into his mouth, first one, then the other. It’s scorching and wet and silky soft after Dom’s rough treatment, and I feel it everywhere. Dom licks the shell of my ear, and I shudder again.
My pussy aches and throbs, but Beau hovers out of reach, touching only himself. I squirm, this time not to escape but to grind against Dom’s leg, to try and press against Beau, anything to ease the vicious ache.
Dom’s hand squeezes warningly at my throat. “Stay still. This isn’t about you. You’re ours to suck and fuck and play with however we want.”
“Our pretty slut.” Beau scrapes his teeth over my nipple, then turns his attention to the other one. “You’re doing so well, darlin’。 Keep fucking his thigh, just like that.”
I moan, arching into Beau, not sure why their words turn me on so much, except that, abruptly, I’m completely freed. I don’t need to worry about what to do, or what I’ve done. I’m only here for them. A vessel for their pleasure. The prize for their hunt.
Nothing bad can touch me here.
Dom buries his face in my hair, breathing hard. “That’s it,” he croons. “Such a good little murderess.”
The words sink through my pliant body like a block of ice. My emotions scatter, and the raw pleasure-pain sensations rocking through my body only confuse me more. I jerk in Dom’s grip, but he holds me fast by my throat. Beau grasps my hips, locking me in place against his friend.
“No,” I whisper.
“Yes.” Dom’s hand around my throat lifts to my chin, and he turns my face roughly. He kisses my cheek, then my jaw with heartbreaking tenderness. “You did kill him, right? Pretty, bloodthirsty girl.”
Beau’s mouth starts trailing from my breast down my stomach. “It’s okay, sweetheart. We have you. You’re safe now. You taste like a wet dream, you know that?”
My skin feels oversensitive, and the wet drag of his tongue is almost too much. Tears sting my eyes, and I try to blink through the fog of lust and pleasure.
I want to melt into Beau. Run from Dom. I want them both to fuck me.
I want them to leave this alone.
“Wait. I—”
Dom chuckles in my ear as Beau nips at my hipbone. Frustration spikes, right beside a sharp flare of desire. I’m caught, but I don’t want to play anymore. Right? This isn’t the mindless fucking I wanted. Why won’t they just let me forget? Why can’t they let this be easy?
Fearful brown eyes flicker through my mind.
“No!” I kick out, but Beau catches my legs easily, splitting them wide, and pinning them back over Dom’s thighs. I catch Beau’s hair in my fingers, and yank hard enough that he groans.
“Pull it again, gorgeous. It’ll only make me come harder,” he pants, smiling at me.
“You still remember that safeword, killer?” Dom taunts, rubbing his thumb along the column of my throat. With his other hand, he brings his fingers between my thighs and dips underneath my soaked panties, playing lazily with the wetness there. I’m startlingly close to a brutal, terrifying brink. Dom kisses my cheek again, and this time I feel the cruelty in the tenderness, the absolute mockery.