Chapter 8
Maverick
Ilove the chase. Playing with my prey and making them think they have a chance to get away is a high that I’ve missed desperately.
In reality, I can catch up to her in the time it takes to snap your fingers.
But she’s in a daze. That fear of being caught is eating her from the inside out.
And when you’re scared, you make mistakes.
Your decisions aren’t rational. They’re based on survival.
On a primal instinct that takes over when your blood starts pumping and your thoughts start racing.
Her heart is beating so loudly that I can hear it as she runs. She misses the traps we’ve placed, but just barely. Lucky girl. Or should I say, unlucky, because she’s been chosen by three determined monsters.
We’ll eat her alive.
The scent of her blood drives my feet forward. The taste of it still lingers on my tongue and on the tips of my fangs, needing more. I know she was enjoying every second I sucked from her neck. I could feel the way her body responded to us. She might be scared but she’s turned on too.
And that’s my favorite combination.
Screams surround us at every turn, sounding like music to my ears. I fucking missed this. The thrill. The chase. The screams. They make my blood pump, and my cock thicken. This little screamer is a fighter. And her curves felt so good against me. So fuckable and at my mercy.
I know Hendricks is feeling it too. Just one look at him, and I can read his mind. She’s ours.
Seeing Jack with her was a surprise, but one I can deal with if it means I can have another taste of her.
Her silhouette is easy to spot in the moonlight as she takes off running through the trees. But her movements are sluggish due to the potion all the campers took upon arrival. It makes them pliable. She thinks she’s running away, but she’s heading straight into our trap.
I’m leading her right into Hendrick’s waiting arms. He’s slipped on ahead, cutting off her escape route.
She glances behind her, looking straight at me making her trip.
Hendricks in on her in a second, his large body covering her small one.
It takes only a split-second and I’m right there.
Down in the dirt with the leaves and the twigs and this fucking gorgeous woman whose pussy is weeping with need.
We’re going to fill her up so good she’ll be begging for more.
“Wh-who are you? What do you want?” she asks, her voice is strained, and her eyes are wide.
It’s too dark to make out what color they are exactly but her fear is potent.
Tangible. That jugular in her neck is pulsating so beautifully— I can’t wait to see it dripping with her blood in two perfect rivulets again.
It takes everything in me to not pounce on her and bite.
“I’m your worst nightmare,” I say. She blinks hard looking over at me.
Her chest rises and falls quickly, making her supple breasts strain against the tight-fitting fabric of her shirt.
And I could be wrong, but I believe I can see her nipples poking through causing me to smirk.
What a fucking gorgeous sight. Her thoughts are easy to read.
I can see her whole life’s story in a flash.
“Mmm, Lydia,” I say finding her name in the fray of her mind.
“How do you know my name?”
I smirk. “I know all kinds of things about you. I know you’re scared right now, but there’s something underneath.
A desire you’re trying to suppress.” Her chest rises and falls with my words and her lips part.
I don’t even have to use my vampire influence to get her to react the way I want.
She does it naturally. “Don’t try and deny it, you know it’s true. ”
She swallows thickly, eyes wide. “What if what you’re saying is true? You’re going to have me right here out in the open?”
“You’re damn straight we will,” Hendricks growls. Her head snaps to him.
Jack catches up to us and looks down at the three of us. He’s bare chested and his black markings that coat his stomach, arms, and neck are on full display. I see Lydia flick her eyes over his form, stalling at his prominent abs.
“Like what you see?” I ask.
She swallows hard and licks her lips.
“Th-this is crazy. We can’t just— and all three of you, I mean…”
“We can do anything we want. And right now, we want to fuck you senseless.”
I can tell her wheels are turning, trying to fight against those urges she’s been suppressing her whole life. She glances around. The screams are more distant now. She’s stuck here with us. Pinned between three monsters with nowhere to run and no one to save her.
“Will you hurt me?” her lower lip quivers with her question as her hand goes to the shallow bite mark in her neck. The wound is already closed. My eyes hook hers, and with the minimal moonlight I can just make out the flecks of amber surrounding her pupil like a golden crown of fire.
“Only if you want us to,” I promise, meaning it with my whole undead heart. I may have bit her, but I knew without a doubt she wanted it. Being able to read minds has its perks.
She catches my meaning, knowing that I was able to see inside her head and read her like a fucking book. Yeah, I heard her wondering what it would be like to get bitten by a vampire, and I didn’t hesitate to show her exactly what she’s been missing her whole life.
“I— I’m scared,” she admits.
That’s when I know we’ve got her. She’s too intrigued to turn us away now. Especially since she knows just how good it feels to have my fangs embedded in her sweet flesh. She’s wondering what else I can do. What we all would be able to do to her.
“Let us show you just how good it can be,” Hendricks says, hands on her shoulders, lips next to her ear.
She tilts her neck a mere centimeter, letting him smell the blood stained on her neck.
His pupils eat up every bit of blue that ring his eyes as his fangs grow longer.
She tracks the motion of his teeth, licking her lips.
I chuckle to myself, knowing exactly what she’s imagining. What a dirty fucking girl. I’m inclined to give her whatever her heart desires and more.
“What do you say, my little screamer. Want to play with us?” I ask, getting closer to her other side, whispering in her ear.
She licks her lips and nods her head in agreement just like I knew she would. She might feel scared, but she’s turned on too. Intrigued even.
Hendricks rips straight through her shirt the moment we have her consent, exposing those supple breasts of hers. They heave with each inhale and exhale. Her dusty pink nipples straining towards the heavens in the dim moonlights. Fucking breathtaking.
Jack seems uncertain but he steps closer, kneeling down to our level and touches her leg with his large hand. He runs it up her thigh and watches as she bites down on her bottom lip.
My lips are on her supple nipple before she even has time to react, but her moans and fingers grip my hair and urge me on. I bite down hard on her flesh, drawing blood and feeling that rush of potent desire that solidifies that she is ours.
Our bride.
When I release my hold on her, she stares looking between the three of us. Her lids are heavy, and her mouth parted. Blood stains her skin and I lean down licking between her perky breasts, lapping up every last drop.
Jack begins to kiss up her thighs and she lets out a soft moan. Her legs fall open and he runs his hand down her center.
“That’s our good fucking girl,” Hendricks says, unbuttoning her shorts. She tilts her hips, and I feel my hard cock get even harder. We work in tandem, getting her to be just where we need her.
“You think you can handle all of us?” I ask, freeing my hard cock from its confines. It’s already leaking with pre-cum at the sight of her voluptuous curves.
She looks up at me with wide eyes, her vision focused on my dick. I know it’s big, even for a monster.
“Where the hell is that supposed to fit?”
“In your tight pussy, that’s where,” Hendricks responds with a chuckle, staring down at her wet cunt. “Look at you already wet for us. Are you scared, little screamer?”
“Y-yes. I don’t even know you.”
“Well then, allow us to introduce ourselves.” I take her face in my hands, she inhales sharply as I take her mouth with mine in a rough, all-consuming kiss.
Her lips open for me, and a moan escapes her throat.
The sound is so fucking sweet. It’s like a shot straight to my already full balls.
I want to empty my load in her tight little hole, and in her mouth, and in her fuckable round ass.
Once is not going to be enough, I can already tell.
Her tongue slides against mine, and then she’s ripped from my grasp, and Hendricks is on her.
Kissing her with an intensity that has my possessive nature aflame.
Hendricks is fucking lucky I know how to share, or I’d be ripping his goddamn head off.
God, they look so fucking hot together.
Jack is last to taste her lips, but the moment between them seems heavy and meaningful.
A peek into his thoughts and I can see why.
She’s the spitting image of his late wife, and that twists my guts up inside.
For some reason the three of us are drawn to this girl, and I’m more than willing to find out why.
My hands run up her stomach, covering her ample breasts, feeling their heaviness in my grasp.
Screams erupt from all around us in the distance, but I couldn’t care less. I’m claiming her right here on the ground. Her toned legs fall open and I line up my cock with her dripping entrance.
She looks over at me, halting the kiss with Hendricks.
“What’s your name?” She asks with a gasp, moving her hips ever so slightly to accommodate my size as I press into her.
“How about you just call me yours,” I say with a growl as she takes me inch by inch until I’m fully seated inside of her. “Fuck! She’s so goddamn tight.”