Chapter 27 #3
I struggled for several moments, until I was out of breath from my attempts, but try as I might, I couldn’t do it. I was just about to call out for help when Revenant stepped out of the shadows looking like if James Bond were the villain in his own movie.
“You’ll have to excuse Death, I think he wants you to steer clear of him.
” He came to me, and put hands to my waist and said, “Help me out.” He lifted and parted my thighs.
He was fully clothed and so I wrapped my legs around him, trying not to gasp at the very clear erection pressed against me as he lifted me off the fence.
I made a noise, my shoulders screaming as I rotated them back forward and put my arms around his neck. He lowered me to the ground and ducked out from under my hands.
“Hangman’s work,” he said, and it didn’t sound like a question. He undid my wrists and said, “C’mere,” and pulled me into a hug. I hugged him back, trembling, but not with cold.
“That scared me,” I said, and he pulled back, brushing my hair back from my face. “Death and Corvus have an ancient history,” he told me. “I think he wanted to ensure that old adage, ‘bros before…’”
“Hoes,” I finished for him unimpressed.
“Yes, well, you aren’t that.” He rubbed feeling back into my hands and made sure my wrists were fine and said, “Bra’s mine,” I obediently turned around, and he unclasped it, taking it from me.
I hugged over my chest and he said, “If you need to stop…”
I shook my head, “No, thanks for coming along as quickly as you did.”
He chuckled and said, “Death told me right where to find you. Now run along little rabbit – there’s still four of us out there.”
“How long have we been out here?” I asked and he chuckled.
“Better go, you’re cold to the touch.”
“I don’t feel cold,” I said.
“Better go,” he reiterated, and shifted in his stance to indicate his discomfort.
I nodded and moved away, and he walked back toward the caretaker’s house.
I looped back around and returned to the spot we’d been in, watching his dark figure, darker against the dark return to the main gate, where Hangman slipped out from under the porch and unlocked it, so that Revenant could leave.
I walked back up the aisle, back toward Gracie’s plot and stared at the angel nearby with the broken top part of her wing.
I thought to myself that I could relate, that I was feeling like I’d fallen pretty far, pretty hard, and pretty fast into the debauchery of this game.
I couldn’t say I was sad about that. Not with the way my nipples tightened in the chill and I ached to have any one of them take them into their mouth.
I was just about to really start moving again when Fear found me.
“Boo!” he murmured and I yipped, to a masculine laugh out there further in the dark. Shit, they had to be moving this way.
“I get the panties,” he said. “Nice.”
I said, “You better give this back!” I unclasped the necklace Corvus had gifted me, handing it over to be ornery.
He pouted and said, “Aw, clever girl.” He smacked me on the ass as he went by, heading for the cemetery gates. I yipped again at the stinging handprint he left and he said, “Fuck, Lainey’s gonna get it when I get home.” He shook his leg to re-seat himself in his pants and I gave a slow blink.
All of a sudden, I was really in it to win it, whether it be by holding out until dawn or finding Corvus because damn I felt that. I wanted it, and I wanted it badly.
I pressed on, and it wasn’t long until I was captured again. “Shit! You all are sneaky!” I cursed as leather-clad arms went around me and I was pulled back into a jacket that was wrapped around me.
“Oh!” It was warm, the spice of his cologne pleasant as he said, “If we were half as sneaky as you, this would be over by now,” he said. “You’re giving us a fairly decent run for our money, beautiful.”
I craned my neck back and said to Haint, “Well, it’s definitely almost over now.”
He chuckled and said, “Panties or watch?”
“Watch isn’t going anywhere,” I murmured.
“You got earrings on?”
“Yes,” I said with a slight titter of laughter.
“I’ll take those. Those panties come off, I can’t guarantee I won’t want a taste. Because damn, mm-mm-mm, you look like you taste divine.”
I took my earrings out and he palmed them, but before I could step away, he said, “Just a minute more,” and kissed my temple. “Let’s get you warmed up.”
“Whoa, can I get in on this cuddle sesh?”
“Sheesh!” I rolled my eyes as Shade appeared out of the dark.
“Absolutely, bro. I’m sure she’d love to be the ham in this man sammich.”
Shade chuckled and opened up his jacket and I found myself pressed between them.
“Watch or panties?” Revenant asked me again, and I laughed.
“Looks like Shade’s the lucky winner of my last piece of lingerie,” I said with all sarcasm intended.
He chuckled and dipped down to his knees, ghosting my panties down my legs, almost too careful not to touch me with his fingertips.
“Fuck, that’s nice,” he praised, standing after I’d stepped out of them.
He dipped his head and kissed me, and I felt an electric jolt from it.
Not necessarily one of pleasure, but more one of something akin to guilt.
It felt naughty, wrong somehow, and I wondered if Corvus was somewhere out there watching.
He pulled back, and said, “Corvus is a lucky one.”
“Thank you,” I whispered, uncertainly.
They let me go, and I wandered carefully, grateful for the time to warm up, but also very determined to see this through. The shadow of being hooked to the fence had passed, and the lighthearted fun was back and I was grateful for that, too.
The only men I hadn’t seen yet were Requiem and Corvus himself, which I found more than a little convenient.
I mean, it was all a little too contrived that I had encountered everyone but them and I felt like they were talking me up and, well, gaslighting me into believing that I was doing well at hiding from them.
I also found it strange that I didn’t run into anyone twice, had they left like Revenant, after catching me?
Honestly, though, I was glad for that in the case of Specter and Death.
I didn’t feel so bad about Death thanks to Revenant’s explanation about his history with Corvus, but Specter I definitely didn’t want to run into twice out here.
I breathed out, and struck out in another direction, listening, ears straining, and I made it to one of the main drags through the cemetery again.
I closed my eyes and listened, the sand gritty beneath my feet, and I heard movement somewhere up the way toward the gate.
I went the opposite way, back toward the river.
I saw him standing out in the parking lot, looking out over the water. The sliver of moon had reappeared from behind the clouds and cast its white-blue hue across the rippling river and it was a picturesque scene.
It wasn’t Corvus, so it had to be Requiem.
I stilled and watched and he called out softly, “I got a bum knee, don’t make me chase you.”
I stilled and he turned to look at me.
I gave him an impertinent smile and called back softly, “That’s the game.”
He growled and took off like a shot and I bolted, running up the way, back past Jesus and following the curve of the man drag.
My feet were tender, and he had on boots, so it wasn’t long before he overtook me, catching me up and intentionally spiraling with me in his arms. We went down, but he took the brunt of the fall, landing on his back, me on top of him, protecting me from the ground.
“Oh, shit! I’m sorry!” I cried and he laughed.
“That’s the game,” he said and he kissed my shoulder. “Now do me a solid and get off me.”
I scrambled to my feet and he got to one knee, he pulled me into his arms and placed a chaste kiss against my pubic thatch, darting his tongue out against my clit. I gasped, staring into his eyes and he drew back, a look of awe on his face.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” Requiem said. “You better run, because I guarantee Corvus heard that, and he’s on your scent.”
I tried to cover myself as best I could and he smiled and shook his head, “Sooner rather than later, Savannah. I’m not made of self-control.”
I booked it, continuing to follow the curve, up and around the main drag going back toward the front gate, my hair whipping behind me.
There was something oddly freeing about running nude in the moonlight; and I had the thought that thank God it was the changing of the seasons, and it was too cold for mosquitoes and no-see-ums.
I stopped, back to a tree, hiding behind it and heard the thunder of booted feet on the track just the other side of it.
I waited, listening, and held my breath, lungs burning and begging for oxygen as whoever it was breathed freely.
“Where are you, Bright Eyes?” I smiled and put a hand over my mouth to keep from giggling.
He moved up farther and I kept the tree between us and peeked. I could see his back, and my heart ached at how his shoulders were outlined against his well-worn and well-fitted long-sleeved shirt.
He wasn’t wearing his jacket and vest. I bet he was overheating in them, which was funny because out here everything swinging in the breeze, it really was starting to get cold! I doubted I could make it to dawn if I wanted to. Not like this.
I slipped between graves, and hid behind statues, but he was close. Turning back and following me. Scenting the wind at some points and listening for the barest rustle of plant.
I found myself back over by some statuary and mausoleums and waited for him to pass.
I don’t know how long we played cat and mouse, but I did a fairly good job of evading him.
Finally, we ended up in a full tilt run and I banked left, and he followed, catching me, and taking me up around the waist. He kissed my shoulder and turned me in his arms and we were kissing, his shirt soft against my skin, my skin, no doubt, cool to his touch.
He pulled me in close and took a seat on the bench nearby, pulling me into his lap, one arm around my waist, the other hand going between us, working at the front of his pants.
He freed himself from his jeans and worked his cock against my pussy, and then he was inside me.
“Fuck, yes, baby. Ride me,” he ordered, and he slapped my ass.
I rode him, my knees and shins planted against the cold marble, and he helped me. I kissed him, and he kissed me, and our passion quickly warmed me to my soul.
God, he felt so good inside me, all the little nicks and scrapes, the stinging little cuts were quickly forgotten with the feel of him inside my pussy, filling me, pressing out against my walls and his hands on my skin? Divine with the warmth of them.
We changed positions after a time, and when we’d reached the pinnacle of what this one would do for us and it just wasn’t getting us there. He bent me over the bench, and reentered me, and oh, yes. Please, God, yes! He thrust into me, taking up my arms and pulling back on them and oh, Jesus Christ!
It was intense, the sweetest pain as he bottomed out against my cervix, his body deeply entrenched in mine, and he wasn’t gentle – at all.
I didn’t want gentle though. I wanted it all.
I wanted him so deep he owned me; I wanted his touch to outshine every lingering little touch I’d been given.
I wanted to touch myself; I wanted to put fingers to my clit while he worked himself in and out of my body, but I couldn’t form any sounds beyond the feral, begging, wordless cries that poured from my mouth, spilling into the inky black night.
Of course, there would be time enough for that later – for the rest of our lives in fact, if he could tolerate me that long. I didn’t think it would be a problem to be honest… I could live like this forever. He was so incredible, so thrilling, and I couldn’t get enough.