Chapter 14
14
ALARIC
“ I ’m going to kill her.” Violet is pacing angrily back and forth as we wait the grueling five minutes before we can leave this room to find Birdie.
I’ve pleaded with Reaper and explained that Birdie just isn’t cut out for this, but he wouldn’t budge. I just pray she was listening when he explained the safe words. She just has to utter the word red , and they can’t touch her.
That’s if I don’t murder every single one of these assholes first. It would undoubtedly cost me my own life, but it wouldn’t be the first irrational thought I’ve had this weekend where this girl is involved.
When Reaper finally calls for the predators to start their hunt, I barely register anything in the chaos. The sounds that fill the halls chill me to the bone, and normally, I’m unbothered by these animalistic displays, but I can only think about her. Her fear. Her innocence. Her safety.
Violet and I watched Birdie run to the right so that’s where we both sprint. When we reach a staircase, it’s like a fork in the road. Would she go up there? She’d be cornering herself. But if she stayed downstairs, there’s a chance she’d go into the garden and there’s no telling what would happen to her in that hedge maze.
Violet is clearly thinking the same thing. She gives me an intense glare.
The screams and sex can already be heard in the recesses of the mansion and my molars grind at the sound.
“You go up and I’ll look down here,” she calls frantically. For a moment I hesitate, staring into Violet’s eyes with uncertainty. As much as we both care about Birdie’s well-being, I know we’re thinking about her last words before she ran from the room.
Guess we’ll see which one of you catches me first.
We’re not really competing for Birdie, are we? I certainly feel the buzzing tension of competition under my skin.
“Fine, go,” I mutter as I stomp up the stairs. Violet takes off in a sprint down the main hall in the opposite direction.
The halls upstairs are winding and intricate and I stomp through each one in search of Birdie, looking closely at each person being roughly fucked in nearly every corner of this mansion. None of them are her, but I can’t seem to feel relieved.
Instead, I’m starting to feel aroused. When I find her, I can’t promise I’m going to be nice about it. A feral need to claim her starts to take over. The very thought of another man putting his ugly hands on my woman has me wanting to kill them and fuck her.
When I enter the main hall upstairs where the gala was held, I see the balcony and rush out to get a look at the grounds from a higher viewpoint. I can’t see the entire maze, but I can see enough. I notice a flash of dark hair below and see that it’s Violet running from the house toward the garden.
“No sign of her?” I call.
She glances up at me, finding me on the balcony before shouting back, “Nothing. But I had to tell more than one predator to fuck off.” She holds up her wrists defiantly to show she’s not wearing a red wristband, something I guess the predators didn’t notice when they approached her.
A subtle possessive urgency to protect Violet during this play party seems to climb up from out of nowhere. The thought of someone else touching her has me gripping the balcony even tighter.
“Use your safe words,” I warn her.
“I know, I know,” she calls. “Keep looking!”
Just then, I see a glimpse of something white out in the hedge maze. Squinting in the drizzly moonlight, I see that fucking blue twirling dress Birdie had on.
“The maze!” I bellow, pointing toward where I saw her. Violet rushes toward the garden as I turn and sprint off the balcony.
I may have just given my competition the upper hand, but winning is hardly the priority right now. I just need Birdie to be safe.
Then, I’ll make her pay.
My feet move faster than I’ve ever moved them before as I pump my legs down the stairs and toward the door that leads to the garden. Before I know it, I’m at the entrance of the hedge maze, but I have to stop in my tracks to listen for the girls.
“Birdie! Where are you?” Violet calls from my right.
She hasn’t found her yet.
My heart is pumping wildly in my chest as I take off to the left, hoping I’ll find Birdie in this direction.
“Birdie!” I bellow, but the only response is a breathless giggle somewhere in the dark. The rain picks up, and just like last night, we’re getting soaked.
Even over the pitter-patter of rain, I hear the delicate footfall of Birdie, so I pick up my speed and turn the corner to find her standing in the clearing, soaked to the bone, with a wild smile on her face.
In the corner of my vision, I notice Violet entering the clearing at the same time, but I can hardly see anything but Birdie at this point. That carnal need takes over, and I’m running toward her.
She lets out a scream as I crowd toward her, wrapping my hand around her throat. I don’t squeeze tight enough to cut off air or hurt her. Dragging her face to mine, I sneer at her with anger. “Did anyone hurt you?”
Fearfully, she shakes her head. “N-no.”
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Violet adds from my side.
“I w-wanted t-to have fun,” she stammers, staring at me in elated fear.
“Oh, you want to have fun?” I ask with a wicked smile. Using my hold on her throat, I force her to her knees. “You want to know how we play, Princess?”
She stares up at me with confusion.
“Take it out,” I mutter through clenched teeth.
Birdie’s eyes scan over to Violet as if she expects her lover to save her, but Violet is just as drunk on the chase as I am. She doesn’t utter a word, but I see the heaving of her chest as she struggles to catch her breath from the chase.
Instead, Violet leans down to her stepsister. “You want to be bad, Birdie? Then you pay the price. Take it out,” Violet whispers.
Birdie’s eyes widen in surprise. This is what the hunt does to us. It makes us defy rationale and sense. We are fueled by lust and adrenaline.
As Birdie shakily unzips my pants, Violet moves behind her, quickly lifting her dress. I see the tense, frustrated expression on her face. We’re both frustrated, and there’s only one person to take it out on.
Birdie pulls my cock from my pants and stares at it with curiosity and apprehension. It’s already throbbing hard and leaking from the tip.
Last night, I was gentle, but I’m not right now. Grabbing Birdie by the jaw, I look down at her as I mutter, “Open up.”
Obediently, she does.
“Hold on to my leg, Birdie. If you need either of us to stop, tap it, okay?”
“Okay,” she whispers. After she opens her mouth again, I force my cock in, and she gags immediately.
Just then, Violet smacks her hard on the ass. Birdie lets out a whimper in pain.
I thrust in again, hitting the back of her throat and feeling the way it constricts around me.
“You want to run from me again, Princess?” I growl as I fuck her mouth. Her hand rests firmly on my thigh as Violet continues to spank her hard on the ass. Even in the rainy moonlight, I can see the red marks starting to appear.
Saliva drips down Birdie’s chin and over her soft white neck. Tears stream down her face, but she holds her tongue out like a good girl, breathing through her nose as I keep up my thrusts.
I can tell the exact moment Violet roughly forces her fingers inside Birdie because she squeals loudly, followed by a guttural moan of pleasure. Her hips start to tremble as Violet keeps up the rhythm of her hand.
“You don’t deserve to come,” Violet barks at her stepsister.
My balls start to tighten, and I feel the growing orgasm as I fuck Birdie’s mouth harder.
Before I can reach my climax, she’s ripped from my arms.
“Mine,” Violet mutters.
With a hand in Birdie’s hair, she yanks back her head, forcing her mouth to open. Violet spits ruthlessly into her lover’s mouth, and Birdie barely even reacts.
Then, Violet yanks up her own dress and shoves Birdie’s mouth to her clit. I can see the tightness in Violet’s clutching grip on Birdie’s hair and the force in which she uses to hold Birdie’s face against her cunt. It’s hot as fuck to see her be rough with her, especially since I know Violet is feeling the same frantic energy I am.
Stroking my rock-hard cock, I move behind Birdie and admire the red welt handprints on her ass. Licking my lips, I rear back my hand and land one of my own.
“That’s for putting yourself in danger.”
Birdie screams against Violet’s wet pussy as I smack her ass again. I rub my hand over the red marks left behind, and Birdie keeps up her moans. She loves the pain. I can tell.
Sliding one finger through her pooling arousal, I find the answer I need. Yep, she fucking loves it.
The moment she feels my cock at her core, her little ass pushes higher in the air.
“What a dirty little princess you are,” I mutter as I force my cock inside her. She screams against Violet, who has now moved into a lying position with Birdie’s face still shoved forcefully between her legs.
After two rough thrusts of my cock, Violet yanks Birdie’s head away. “Give me a color,” she barks.
“Green,” Birdie cries out. “I want more.”
Then, Violet looks up at me. “Rougher.”
Violet slams Birdie’s face back down, and I pound my cock hard inside her, practically jostling her whole body against Violet’s. We are all moaning, screaming, crying, careening as one toward our climaxes.
It’s Birdie who gets there first. I feel her body tense up in my hands. Her legs tremble, and her spine stiffens. Her cries are muffled by her stepsister’s cunt as Violet quickly follows her with her own orgasm. By the time the two of them are done, my balls tighten, and my cock unloads inside Birdie while I roar out my own release.
After a few moments of catching our breaths, I collapse into the wet grass and stare up at the dark sky as the light misty rain soaks me to the bone.
“I hope you’re happy,” I say with a grunt.
Birdie giggles, curled up against Violet as they intimately kiss each other slowly. “Yes, I am.”
“You could have gotten seriously hurt,” I add.
“I knew the safe word. Besides, maybe I wanted to be caught.” She says it so innocently it grates on my nerves.
Letting out a growl, I stuff my cock back in my pants and zip them up. Then, I climb off the ground and hoist my new bride-to-be to her feet. Grabbing her face, I force her to look at me.
“If you ever do something like that again or even mention another man touching you, you’re going to find out how bad of a man I really am. Are we clear?”
I expect her to quiver in fear. Instead, she gives me an innocent smirk. “Yes, sir.”
Those words go straight to my cock, and that’s when I realize how seriously fucked I am.