Chapter 14 Cassie
CASSIE
I was sandwiched between two of the Hawks, and now that his mask was gone, I saw that the one on my right had spiky blond hair, his eyes an unusual shade of gray-green that made me think of sage or eucalyptus.
An unexpected smattering of freckles dusted his nose and cheeks, and when he licked his lips the silver stud in his tongue glinted in the purple light.
He tugged at the chain around my neck, and I gasped as it pulled on my left nipple.
“See,” the hawk on my left said, “this is going to be fun.”
My mind was on overload, trying to keep track of them: the masked man pacing in front of me on the tunnel floor, the blond hawk toying with the chain attached to my body, the blue-eyed one stroking my cheek with his thumb as he nuzzled my neck with the silver beak of his mask.
It was unexpectedly erotic, unexpectedly exciting to be toyed with by the faceless man, his features hidden behind the terrifying bird mask, but it only lasted a minute before he pulled at the mask and dropped it onto the floor.
“I want to kiss you.” He said it matter-of-factly, and I swallowed against the twin lumps of fear and desire that rose in my throat.
Because being touched by him when he’d been wearing his mask had been a turn-on, but seeing his face for the first time, I realized that he was actually beautiful. A row of piercings shone in his left brow, and his cheekbones were sharp as a blade, more than a match for his strong nose.
Like the other two, his entire upper body was covered in ink. I wasn’t sure I could have found an unmarked patch of flesh if I’d tried.
But honestly? I was starting to think I wasn’t opposed to trying.
I was still getting my head around the fact that my terror had receded to make room for the hunger pulsing at my core when the blond closed his mouth around my right tit.
My moan was swallowed by the crush of the other one’s mouth on mine. His tongue plunged between my lips, demanding and urgent as he made hungry strokes through my mouth.
My mind short-circuited as the blond sucked on my tit, teasing my nipple with the smooth bead of his tongue piercing. He tugged at the chain attached to my pussy and I was embarrassed to realize I was already on the verge of orgasm.
And the Hawk on my left had been right: I wasn’t cold anymore.
Not even close.
Then I felt the brush of warm flesh between my thighs and I pulled away from the kiss to see the last Hawk, the one who’d been pacing and watching as the other two had their way with me, kneeling at my feet.
He looked up at me from behind his mask, his dark eyes shining in the faint light of the purple bulb shining overhead.
Then he reached for his mask and tossed it aside.
I caught my breath as his face came into view.
His features were more striking than the other two, not overtly beautiful but interesting enough to make me want a better look.
His dark eyes were more complex than simply brown, surrounded by a yellow ring that made me think of a leopard, and his nose was slightly bent, like he was no stranger to having it broken.
But more than his face was the way he looked at me: like he could see right through me, like there was no point hiding anything from him because he could see it all anyway.
“Fuck yes.” The blond’s breath was warm against my tit, damp from his mouth. “You’re going to like this, mouse. Hawk loves eating pussy.”
I’d barely registered the name of the man with his face near my cunt when he ran his tongue through my folds.
My head fell back against the stone wall, my body flooded with pleasure so intense it felt like I was exploding from the inside out.
I’d given myself plenty of orgasms. What girl didn’t engage in a little self-care to take the edge off, especially if that girl was a virgin?
But this… this was something else. The hot slide of his tongue against my pussy was the most sensual thing I’d ever experienced, and any embarrassment I might have felt at having him up close and personal with the most private part of my body — a part of my body literally no man had ever seen — was obliterated by pure bliss.
The blond returned to my tit, sucking and nipping at my nipple, tugging at the chain between my thighs as the other man (was his name really Hawk?) lapped at my clit.
The blue-eyed man, the one who’d kissed me, teased the chain attached to my other nipple, the one that wasn’t buried in the blond’s mouth, as he pressed kisses on my neck.
I was shaking like a leaf in a storm, and this time it wasn’t because I was cold. I was on fire, almost grateful for the cuffs around my wrists because there was a real chance I would have been a puddle on the floor without the chains forcing my arms over my head.
“Is she wet?” the blond asked against my tit.
“Soaked,” the man named Hawk said between my thighs.
“Get out the vibrator.” The blond’s voice was laced with excitement. “Let’s make her come.”
“Calm down.” Hawk sucked at my clit. “We have time. And I don’t need a vibrator to make her come. She’s already close.”
He was right. I was close to coming, my hips moving shamelessly on his mouth as I reached for the orgasm filling me up. There was no room to be scared, no room to lament the fact that I’d lost the Hunt, that I would be owned by these three huge inked men for the next three months.
Right now, I just wanted to come.
I was vaguely aware of footsteps growing louder on the tunnel floor, and I opened my eyes to see the team in hockey masks marching one of the blonde girls past us. She was naked, her face smeared with blood, a collar ringing her neck.
“You assholes can never wait,” one of the hockey guys said as they passed.
The blond lifted his head from my tit. “Why wait when you can fuck?”
Strung up like an animal, naked, my thighs spread for the man licking my pussy, I should have been humiliated. But I couldn’t muster an ounce of embarrassment around my need to come.
“I bet you’re fucking tight.” Hawk had pulled back to speak against my pussy. I sighed as he slipped his fingers inside me, but a second later he froze, swearing.
The man on my left stopped kissing me. “What’s up?”
“You’re not going to believe this, but I think our little mouse is a fucking virgin.”
“No way.” The blond lifted his head to look at me. “Is Hawk right, mouse? Are you a sweet little virgin?”
I turned my head, as embarrassed that they knew as I was desperate for them to keep doing what they’d been doing to me before.
The man on my left stroked my cheek. “Nothing to be embarrassed about.”
“Fuck,” Hawk said.
I dared a glance down at him, sitting back on his heels. His eyes seemed to glow through his mask.
“Just do it,” I said. “Please.”
I hated that I was begging. But I’d come this far, and it all felt so good.
The blond stroked my tit. “Are you begging us to pop your cherry, mouse?”
I rested my head against the tunnel wall and closed my eyes. “Yes.”
I sounded like I felt: resigned. My lust was fading, replaced by the humiliation that had been put on ice when I’d been consumed by the possibility of orgasm.
“You joined the Hunt because you wanted to get fucked?” The blue-eyed man’s voice was soft, but I didn’t dare open my eyes to look at him.
“Partly.”
“With this sweet little body?” The blond flicked his tongue piercing against my nipple. “You could have gotten fucked without the Hunt.”
“You don’t know what it’s like.”
I opened my eyes as the man between my thighs stood. His inked torso brushed against my tits.
He grabbed my face, his hands rough on my cheeks. “Open your eyes.”
When I did he was staring through me, and I felt naked far beyond my unclothed body.
“We don’t know what what’s like?”
I considered lying, not wanting to conjure Bram, but I had a feeling there was no point. This man — Hawk — would know the truth anyway. “Being Bram’s little sister.”
The man held my gaze, then let go of my face forcefully enough that my head snapped back against the tunnel wall.
He paced away from me, running a hand through his black hair. “Fuck.”
The blue-eyed man stepped away, crossing the tunnel to join the man named Hawk.
“Don’t worry, mouse.” The blonde kissed me lustily on the mouth. “We’ll have lots of time to play.”
The mood had clearly changed, something that didn’t surprise me at all. I knew from experience that confessing my virginity was a real buzzkill.
“What’s the plan?” the blond asked as he joined the other two.
“We call it.” I heard the annoyance in Hawk’s voice, knew it was because of me.
“Agreed,” the blue-eyed man said. “This isn’t the place.”
The blond looked around. “It’s as good a place as any. It’s why she came.”
“Not the only reason,” the blue-eyed hawk said.
The blond shrugged. “Still. It’s what she wants.”
“It’s more complicated than that,” Hawk said.
“Only if you make it complicated,” the blond said.
Hawk paced a couple more times while the other men waited. “Get her off the fucking wall.”