Chapter 28 #2
Cross stops in a clearing, with a beam of moonlight glowing across the darkened forest floor.
"Put her down here and strip her naked," he demands between clenched teeth, his jaw so tight it looks like it might snap.
I pry my lips open, ready to deny his request, to put a stop to any further defilement, but before I can, Damon reaches over and removes her shoes.
"Fuck, I can't wait to taste all that pretty skin.
" I attempt to push away from Damon's pale fingers, denying his touch, but my resolve caves like my courage, and I lower her to the cool ground.
Damon doesn't hesitate for a second, reaching forward, and pulling her pants and underwear off, leaving her bottom half exposed to the frigid air.
"What if she doesn't wake for hours, Cross?
You prepared for her to get hypothermia out here?
How much fun is she going to be, when her limbs are so cold she can't fucking run from us?
" I demand, my voice filled with the wrath that's spilling forward.
Fuck it, maybe I'll be the one to spill blood instead.
"Why are you so worried, Riv? You going soft on us for a piece of ass?
" Cross stalks forward, leaving little to no room between us as he invades my personal space, his warm breath fans across my cheek, and his delicious scent fills my nose.
His hand lifts, grasping onto the nape of my neck, and pulling me closer, until even in the dim light I can see the obsidian specks in his dark eyes.
"She doesn't matter, do you hear me? She's nothing, no one.
Stop making her out to be something she's not.
You're no one's hero, River, none of us are. "
His mouth crushes down on mine, demanding my immediate surrender, and when I don't oblige him, his teeth bite into my bottom lip, causing me to gasp with the sting, and allow his tongue entry into my mouth.
The first hit of him has me moaning and grasping onto his shirt, pulling him as close as possible, until there is no him or me, but just us.
One of his hands tangles into the hair at the back of my skull, forcing me to deepen the kiss while he controls my movement, just the way he likes.
His tongue slides against mine, battling in a war I can't and won't ever win, and a moan tears from my chest and into his mouth, where he swallows it with a sound of pleasure.
I can feel his hard cock pressing firmly against my hip, and everything in me wants to pull it out and caress it.
"That doesn't seem fair, assholes," Damon's harsh voice breaks the spell between Cross and me, and Cross steps back, releasing me from his hold.
My eyes zero in on his swollen lips, as his tongue slips out and licks my taste from their surface.
I force my glance away from him and back toward Damon and Livy, only to realize that, in the short span of time Cross had me distracted, Damon has stripped her bare, and is stroking her naked breast, the hardened tip standing erect with the cold, and his attentive fingers.
My teeth grit with anger, as I watch her shiver and twitch in distress, trapped both in the nightmare inside of her drugged mind, and the one happening out here in real time.
His fingers slide down her pebbled flesh with a gentleness that I would never think him capable of.
Once he reaches her mound, he slides his finger through the strip of trimmed dark hair, before using the pad of his finger to draw circles on her clit.
Her body shivers once again, and her back slightly bows, her legs falling open as his finger slips between her pussy lips.
"Fuck, so tight and warm, shit. If I put my cock inside of her, I might just welcome death," Damon groans as he licks his lips, mesmerized by the actions of his finger thrusting slowly in and out of Livy's tight hole.
The desire to rip his head from his body swarms over me, and I have to stop myself from knocking him out.
I ignore my hardening cock, refusing to give in to my baser urges.
Her head tosses and turns on the forest floor, twigs and leaves tangling in its thick lengths until she resembles a woodland nymph, a Dryad in one of my favorite pieces of artwork. Fuck, she's absolutely beautiful.
Her face scrunches up, her eyelids attempting to open, as she endeavors to fight off the effects of the drug.
Damon pulls back, bringing his digit to his lips and getting his first taste of her, and if the look of euphoria is anything to go by, we're going to have a fucking problem restraining him.
"OH FUCK! She tastes amazing!" He leans down, his tongue slipping from his mouth, and licks at her little nub, before slipping it between her pussy lips.
"Enough, you fucking deviant, don't touch her again, or I'll snap your fucking neck.
She'll wake soon, and as hot as it is watching you eat her like a fucking rabid wolf, I want to play with her.
I want to watch her scream and run from us.
" Cross drags one of his hands through his hair, while the other adjusts his sizable cock, tenting his pants.
Well, shit, when he puts it like that, some of my guilt disappears. Sorry, Livy, but it's time to play hide-and-seek.