Chapter 13 Dredyn
THIRTEEN
DREDYN
Iset up the range before Mara and Jasper went to deliver our present to Milo Black. Just some oil drums lined up in a row, with spray-painted targets posted on top. I wait with my back to a birch trunk, arms folded, trying to keep the heat in.
Mara steps into the clearing, her breath pluming white, her cheeks flushed from the walk. The snow started about an hour ago, but it’s already coating the ground.
She’s got a coat on, zipped halfway. Underneath is a soft, tight thermal top. A pale color that clings to her breasts.
I don’t say a word, just shove off the tree and tilt my chin toward the bench I dragged out here.
She stops in front of it, eyes on the weapon, then on me.
“You said you were taking me to do something romantic.”
“And you believed me?” I smirk, then pick up the pistol and check the chamber. After making sure it’s empty, I reach for her hand that’s wrapped in a thin glove, and close it around the grip of the pistol.
“Two hands, or the recoil takes your pretty fucking thumb with it.”
She takes the gun and faces the targets across the clearing. I come behind her and push my foot against her right one. “Feet apart. Shoulders square.”
She follows directions, then raises the pistol.
“Fire.”
The shot rings out, and the bullet punches the target, a few inches away from the bullseye.
“Again.”
The second shot clips the edge of the target altogether.
“Stop thinking. Thinking gets you killed.”
Her third shot is worse.
I step in behind her, my chest to her spine. One hand closes over both of hers on the grip, pinning and forcing them to remain steady. My other arm bands across her waist, locking her against me. She sucks in a breath.
“Control isn’t calm, it’s deciding which monster gets to eat the fear,” I tell her, my mouth brushing the shell of her ear.
I force the barrel up with her, forcing her eyes to mine instead of the target.
“I’m not the one who hurt you, but I’m the one who’ll teach you how to make them beg for mercy.”
Her finger tightens around mine on the trigger. The next bullet leaves the chamber and lands directly inside the bullseye.
She’s breathing hard, and I feel every inhale drag across my forearm. My palm is still over hers, the gun hot between us. I want to twist her around, shove her against the nearest tree, and fuck the nerves right out of her until she only shakes for me.
Instead, I take the pistol from her hand, clicking the safety off.
I press the muzzle beneath her chin, just enough for cold metal to kiss skin. Her head tips back on instinct, her throat exposed.
“Still afraid?”
“No,” she lies.
I drag the barrel down slowly over the frantic beat in her throat, the hollow at the base, and the soft rise of her chest until stopping just above her heart.
“Good. Jasper, Talon, and I are the only people you should trust. Anyone else can turn on you if the price is right. We cannot be bought. Not when it comes to you.”
Her nipples are hard against that useless scrap of fabric, and before my cock leaks through my jeans, I step back.
“Empty it.”
She fires off five shots, each one tighter than the last, until the final round punches a hole so clean through center mass, the paper flaps with the wind.
“You’ll still die if you flinch,” I say.
She lowers the gun, meeting my eyes. “Then I won’t flinch.”
I rub my hand against the back of my neck and look at her, snow dusting her dark hair like ash, the pistol hanging loose in her gloved hand, barrel pointed at the found.
She doesn’t say anything, just looks at me with those fuck-me eyes. My cock is already hard enough it presses against my jeans. She doesn’t move in the two steps it takes me to reach her, nor when I rip the pistol from her fingers and toss it into the snow.
With one hand, I grip her throat and shove her back against the trunk of the nearest tree. Snow falls from the branches above us, dusting us both.
“You want to play out here, Hellcat?” I rasp against her mouth. “Want me to treat you like the needy, cock-drunk whore I think you secretly are?”
She tries to speak, but I tighten my grip, cutting her air off just enough to make her eyes flutter.
“Shut the fuck up. You don’t talk unless I let you,” I growl.
Her pupils blow wide as a soft, desperate sound manages to slip out of her mouth.
I drag my other hand down her body, shoving it under the waistband of her leggings without warning. She’s soaked through the lace and thermal layers, dripping down her thighs.
She’s so wet my fingers slide through her like silk.
“Listen to this greedy little cunt,” I growl, pumping two fingers so deep the wet sound is obscene in the quiet forest. “You stood there, shooting my gun, with this wet pussy the entire time? Filthy. Fucking. Whore.”
She nods frantically, trying to ride my hand.
I add a third finger, stretching her brutally, and choke her harder until her eyes flutter.
“You like that, don’t you? You like being told what a pathetic, cum-hungry set of holes you are while I use you in the dirt.”
Her pussy clamps down so hard I almost come dangerously close to losing control right there.
Fuck yes, she likes it. She more than likes it, she’s starving for it.
I ease off just enough for her to drag in a ragged breath.
“Beg like the degraded little toy you are, or I stop and leave you tied here for Talon to find.”
“Please—please, Dredyn, don’t stop... use me... fuck—”
I rip my belt free. In seconds, her bare wrists are bound tight, looped high over a thick branch. She’s stretched tall, boots skimming the snow as she rises up on her toes, coat hanging open, her thermal shirt riding up to expose her trembling stomach.
I step back, letting the freezing air pebble her nipples.
“Look at you,” I sneer, palming my cock through my jeans so she can watch it strain. “Tied up in the snow like a desperate cum-dump waiting for cock. Anyone could walk out here right now and see what a shameless, dripping mess Mara Black turns into the second I put my hands on her.”
She whimpers, hips rolling helplessly.
I close the distance, fist her hair, and wrench her head back until snowflakes land on her tongue.
“You’re nothing but three warm holes for me to ruin,” I tell her, voice dripping venom and promise. “And you’re going to hang there like a good little fuck-toy and take every degrading second of it, aren’t you?”
“Yes!” she sobs. “Please, yes—”
I drop to my knees, yank her leggings to her ankles, and bury my face in her cunt.
I eat her like I hate her, tongue-fucking her deep and sucking her clit until her legs shake so hard the branch creaks overhead.
Every time she nears the edge, though, I pull off, slap her swollen pussy once, twice, then start again.
“You don’t come until I say. Useless whores come when their owner feels like letting them,” I growl against her cunt.
She’s crying now, tears mixing with melted snow on her cheeks, but her hips are chasing my mouth like she’ll die without it.
I stand, spinning her roughly to face the trunk. Her bound arms twist, and she’s forced to arch, pushing her ass out, cheeks scraping raw against the bark.
I collar her throat from behind, kick her boots wider, and line my cock up.
“Tell me what you are,” I snarl.
“Your worthless cum-hole,” she chokes out.
“Louder.”
“Your tied-up, brainless little cum-rag that only exists to be fucked and filled—”
I slam into her so hard the tree shakes.
Snow rains down as I pound her mercilessly, hand squeezing her throat in rhythm with every thrust until her pulse flutters wildly against my fingers and her cunt starts spasming.
“That’s it. Choke on my hand while I wreck the only thing you’re good for. Milk me like the pathetic breeding toy you were made to be.”
She comes violently, inner walls clamping so tight it chokes my cock. I follow with a guttural roar, flooding her in thick, endless pulses while I keep degrading her through it.
“Take every drop—every fucking drop. You’re going to walk back to that house with my cum leaking down your legs and my belt marks on your wrists so the guys know exactly what a degraded, owned little slut you are.”
Once the last shudder leaves me, I slowly loosen the belt. Her arms drop; I catch her before her knees give out completely. Then I kiss the red rings that the belt left on her wrists, licking the salt and snow off her skin.
She’s trembling, lips swollen, eyes blissed-out and feral.
I’m still buried inside her, hand still loose around her throat, feeling her pulse thunder under my palm. Slowly, I ease my grip, letting her drag in air. She sags against the tree, trembling, snow melting in her hair.
I shrug out of my coat and wrap it around her shoulders—it swallows her whole—then I pull the spare thermal blanket from the duffel by the bench, and drape it over us both as I sink to the ground with her in my lap, back against the tree.
She exhales a small, wrecked sound and nuzzles deeper into me.
Then—
“Are you fucking kidding me? In the goddamn snow?”
I don’t even bother turning my head toward him, just press my teeth to her temple in a lazy bite and growl, low enough only she hears it.
Talon storms into the clearing, snow kicking up around his boots. His jacket’s half-zipped, hair a mess, cheeks red from the cold. His gaze rakes over us.
Then he stops dead, nostrils flaring.
“You couldn’t wait five fucking minutes? I was literally walking out here to call dibs tonight, you selfish prick.”
Mara lifts her head from the crook of my neck. “I don’t do waiting lists.”
Talon just smirks and jerks his chin toward the safe house lights glowing faintly through the trees.
“Let’s go inside. Come on...”
“We’re coming.”
“Good. Because Jasper’s making hot chocolate and threatening to come out here with a hose if we don’t bring his girl back in one piece.”
Mara’s laugh vibrates against my chest, and the sound goes straight to my balls, like I didn’t just empty myself inside her ten minutes ago.
I shut her up the only way I know how. I fist her hair, drag her mouth to mine, and kiss her until the laugh turns into a moan and she swallows against my tongue.
When I pull back, her eyes are glassy, lips wet and red.
“Up,” I order.
She tries, but her legs betray her immediately. I stand with her still wrapped around me, yank the blanket tighter, then zip my coat so it swallows both of us. She’s cocooned against my chest, thighs clamped around my hips, face buried in my neck.
I start walking.
She’s limp in my arms, every step making her hiss softly when the movement rubs her raw, sensitive skin against me.
Talon’s already a few paces ahead, but we catch up fast. Mara lifts her head from the crook of my neck, snowflakes clinging to her lashes, and gives him a lazy, satisfied smirk.
“Next round starts after cocoa... and maybe after I can feel my legs again.”
I tighten my grip under her thighs. “No. You need to rest.”
Both of them turn their heads, snapping toward me. Talon stops dead in the snow, eyebrows up. “Since when are you the fucking party pooper?”
“Yeah, since when, Dredyn?”
I meet her eyes and don’t blink. “Since I just fucked you into a tree hard enough to leave bark burns on your cheek and belt marks on your wrists. Since you came so hard you stopped breathing for a five full seconds and I felt it against my palm. Since you’re shaking like a leaf and running on adrenaline and endorphins and nothing else. ”
I shift her higher, careful now, and brush my lips against her temple.
“We’re going inside. You’re drinking something warm. You’re getting cleaned up, checked over, and you’re sleeping curled up against me for at least two hours before anyone lays another finger on you. No arguments.”
Talon opens his mouth, but he must see whatever’s on my face because he shuts it again. After a beat, he just nods, once, respect flickering behind the usual cocky mask.
Mara studies me for a long second, then melts back against my chest with a tiny, content sound.
“Bossy,” she mumbles into my throat, but there’s a smile in her voice.
“Damn right,” I mutter.
Talon falls in on our other side, shoulder brushing mine, and reaches over to tuck a loose strand of snow-wet hair behind her ear.
“Listen to the man, Princess. We’ve got plenty of nights to wreck you, because we have you, forever.”
She hums, already half-drifting. “Fine. But I still want marshmallows—the big ones.”
I huff a quiet laugh and keep walking, carrying my girl through the falling snow toward the warm glow of the safe house.
“Anything you want, Hellcat.”