Chapter 13
EvanAnn
I take an involuntary step backward from the figure, and something in the corner of my eye catches my attention. Another figure shirtless, but wearing his helmet, stands in the open, not trying to hide or approach.
They both stand there motionless. My heart pounds in my ears. When I turn back the way I came, the third figure is there. These are my guys. I feel it in my soul, but the fear still clings to me. The fear I’m being hunted by someone I don’t want hunting me.
Anyone could be behind those helmets. It’s part of the fantasy, but also terrifying.
My breath stutters in my chest. I need to run. I need to get away.
They aren’t moving. They just stand there, watching me, letting my panic build.
I narrow my eyes, but then focus, and run in the direction they aren’t. It’s away from the bikes like they’re herding me back into the forest. I can’t hear their feet over the pounding of my own and the frantic beat of my heart in my ears.
I release my shirt because running while clutching it is awkward and I don’t want to fall. I duck behind a tree, knowing they’ll be on me any minute. Expecting it, counting on it. I’m not going to be run to the ground this time.
No, I’m going to stand and fight. Not that I can take out athletes, but I have some combat training. Okay, stage combat training, but I just won’t pull my blows and actually aim for the soft spots we’re told not to hit.
I probably won’t do much damage, but if I’m going to be bruised in the morning, so should they. I hold my breath, waiting for the sound of them arriving, but then there’s nothing.
Fuck. I peek my head out and see nothing. The bikes are farther away, and I’ve done nothing but run myself out of breath. Where are they?
I squint into the darkness. There! That shadow moved. Didn’t it? I turn to look the other way and again, nothing. My fingers shake. It didn’t take them this long to get me either of the times before.
I inhale and step out into the open again. Turning around, I scan the entire woods surrounding me. How the hell are they hiding? Why are they hiding?
Is this like the final act of a horror movie where the fed up heroine goes to face the monster? But in this case, I’m going to fuck my monsters.
This is so stupid. Those heroines are so stupid. I don’t have anything to defend myself with, but these are my monsters. They aren’t the boy trying to frighten me because I rejected him years ago. They aren’t my ex trying to make me want them.
These boys are mine. It doesn’t matter if I hide from them because they’ll find me. They always find me. So I walk in the direction I came from. Because my monsters won’t hurt me, not really.
But they want me in a panic. They want me scared. But I’ve never been scared of them.
I can pretend, but I trust these boys with everything. My heart, my body, my desire.
They’ll take care of me, and I’ll take care of them. The guys off to the sides appear first, but I keep walking forward toward the one I saw first.
He comes out from behind a tree, stepping into my path. The others close in on me. Tilting their heads oddly in their helmets. I swallow, because it’s still creepy.
“I don’t want to run,” I say. My voice is breathless, but audible.
“We’ll take you then.” Damon. A shiver runs down my spine as he closes the distance between us, but he leaves five feet. Enough room to dart away if I want to.
The fear continues to trickle along my spine, but desire swells with it. I wet my lips and turn to Cam. As they get closer, I can tell the difference in their stature, their build. I know every inch of their bodies. The helmets remain on and they don’t say more.
“You were never monsters to me.” I look at Hawk. “Maybe that’s why I was so surprised you talked to me that first day. Who was I to draw the attention of the Devil’s trio?”
They all stand a few feet away from me, waiting.
“I was afraid of what it meant. I had no idea what Chase had done to you. Had no idea what you would want from me. But it didn’t matter. I needed you to shake up my life. To break down the walls I’d built to keep everyone out.”
I let out a huff of breath. “I don’t want to keep you out. You make me whole. You let me breathe. Even when you hunt me in a forest. Even when you fuck me roughly. Am I going to fight you tonight?”
Damon cocks his head. It’s so odd in the helmet. Almost alien.
I straighten. “Yes, because I want you. I want you to make me into what you need. What you want. I want to be captured and forced into submission, because I love you and what it does for me.”
Cam lifts his helmet off and tosses it to the side. Hawk follows. They’re still a ways away from me. I stare at Damon. He slowly raises his hands and takes off his helmet.
The smile on his lips and the shake of his head should be a warning. Instead a little shiver of anticipation ripples through me.
“Little devil.” He drops his helmet and lifts his gaze to mine. Even in the darkness, I feel his eyes on me. “I never wanted you submissive. You’ve always taken what we give you, but I’ll always make you mine.”
They all take a step toward me, and I shrink away instinctively.
“You sure you don’t want to run, goody?” Cam laughs like he’s entertained.
Fear forces my hand. That coiled up tension inside me waiting for something, anything to happen.
“You sure you aren’t afraid, baby girl?” Hawk smiles, and he’s so close I can see the white of his teeth. The tension ramps higher as they step closer.
Damon laughs, dark and menacing. “Run, Evan.”
It’s like my survival instinct was waiting to kick in. I run, but I don’t turn my back on them. I aim for the space between Damon and Cam and take off.
Part of me expects Damon to capture me, so I don’t go directly between them, which was a mistake as Cam grabs me and lifts me off my feet.
I let out a frustrated noise and kick my heels back at him. He holds my arms clinched to my chest.
“How’s the hand, goody?” His breath moves the hair next to my ear. I soften a little at his worry.
“It’s still a little sore.”
He chuckles. “Guess you shouldn’t ride Damon so hard in the morning then.”
I try to wiggle out of his hold, knowing I’m only seconds from being surrounded. “Let me go.”
“Never, goody.” His words are a promise that sparks in my heart. I don’t let it stop my flailing though.
“Grab her feet,” Damon says.
I twist as Hawk reaches for my ankles. He gets ahold of one. But when I kick him with the other, he curses and grabs my other leg.
“Not so fast, baby girl.”
Hawk has my ankles, and Cam holds me around my center. I try to use my elbows to make Cam release me. Even my deadweight wouldn’t be enough to get them to let go. My struggle is nothing compared to what they put their bodies through for hockey.
Cam’s arm is right there. Damon grabs my hair and pulls my head back from where I was trying to find a way to bite Cam. I let out a gasp at the pain.
“Now, now, Evan. That’s not playing nice. Biting?” He clucks his tongue at me. “Cam had a good idea though.”
I glance up at Cam and then at Hawk. They have me held tight. I’m not going anywhere, but I try to buck in their arms.
Damon tightens his hold on my hair.
“Ow, ow, ow.” I freeze, but I don’t say red. They all pause, waiting for me to say it. For me to end this game before the good part. Fuck that.
“You can ride me like the wildcat you are, while Cam fucks that pretty asshole.” Damon gets up in my face. “You want us to fill your holes, fill you like the little cum slut you are.”
So much so. “Fuck off.”
“I need to get my dick wet.” Hawk’s words draw my attention to him. My breath catches even as my pussy grows wetter. “Hold her leg.”
This is how I’ll get away. He’ll release my foot, and I’ll kick... but he doesn’t let go of my ankle. Damon grabs my knee and pulls it up to his chest, practically folding me in half and opening up my pussy.
Just being near them has me soaked. The idea that they’ll take me. Force me. Makes me want it. Because in this twisted little game, I can’t wait to be taken that way, like they can’t help themselves.
Hawk pushes my other leg up and out. Cam holds me steady as Hawk uses his free hand to release his cock.
Even as I try to struggle uselessly against them, I grow even wetter in anticipation.
When he slides the head of his cock along my slit, I bite my lip at the sizzle in my blood. Fuck, that feels so good.
“You want it, don’t you? You want me to take you? Feel how wet you are just waiting for me to fuck this tight, little pussy.” Hawk notches his cock at my entrance and then slams inside me.
I cry out at the invasion, at the stretch, at how good it feels.
He fucks me hard and fast. His pubic bone hitting my clit at the way I’m spread open for his use.
I tip my head back against Cam’s chest as I’m pushed over the edge.
When I come, my moan fills the air, and my pussy squeezes around his cock, milking it, begging him for his cum.
He pulls out, and I almost whimper at the loss. “Lift her higher.”
His fingers are slick as he finds my asshole and coats it. The head of his cock presses against my puckered hole and pushes in steadily.
“Oh, fuck,” I grit out. He’s so fucking thick.
“Don’t worry, baby girl. I’ve got you. I’ll fuck this ass real good, make sure you can take the others.”
His breath is harsh against my lips as he pushes all the way inside. I gasp at the tight fit and how good he feels inside me.
“This would be better with you on the ground,” he whispers against my lips. “The others holding you down while I fuck this ass hard. Do you want that, baby girl? Do you want me to wreck this ass for you?”
I flick my tongue out to touch his lips. He chuckles and slams forward. His lips on mine. His cock buried deep inside me. His abs press against my pussy.
Then he’s gone, and I’m empty and throbbing with need. “On her knees.”
I try to fight them maneuvering me into the new position, but I crave it too. Damon holds my head down, grabbing my wrists in his hand, as Cam keeps my hips where Hawk can fuck me. Cam must be facing my ass because he spreads my ass cheeks wide, holding me open.
And then Hawk slams into me.
“Oh, fuck,” I whimper and clench my fingers, digging my nails into my palms slightly.
He doesn’t ease me into it this time. He fucks my ass. Everything inside me wants this, craves it. I’m wound so fucking tight, so ready to explode. Damon’s fingers drag across my cheekbone as I scream my release.
Hawk cries out as he unloads his warm cum inside me.
When he pulls out, I force a gasp, trying to catch my breath.
I’m limp. That last orgasm shattered me, but the guys aren’t finished with me yet.
They reposition me. Cam thrusts into my ass, pulling me back against him, holding my legs out to either side as Damon slams his cock into my pussy.
It’s almost too much. I cry out, so full of them. Damon rubs my clit while he fucks me.
“When I finish, Hawk’s going to fill this cunt with his cum too.
Then I’ll take Cam’s place and fuck your ass again.
Keep you so full of cock.” Damon pushes my shirt open and pulls the cups of my bra down to reveal my breasts.
“You’ll like that, won’t you, little devil?
You’ll leak on my bed all night, wrapped in my arms.”
He teases my nipples with his fingers, and I ache with the need for release.
“Yes,” I whisper, beyond fighting. Just needing what they can give to me.