Chapter 11 #2
Moisture stings the backs of my eyes, so I squeeze them shut to prevent the tears from falling. I swallow thickly through the lump in my throat, my voice coming out as a scratchy whisper when I finally answer my attackers. “Yes.”
“Good,” Kaiden’s voice responds from my other side, and my stomach twists.
This was his plan all along; lure me out deep into the cemetery where no one can find me.
Part of me feels foolish for willingly going with him, and part of me wonders if my uncontrollable lust and desire for the three of them has been a huge mistake.
What if it isn’t desire, but fear of bad men?
What if instead of being a mystery I need to figure out, they’re actually the monsters in the story?
“Please don’t hurt me,” I whimper as my mind races through all the possibilities. My pride has abandoned me as visions of violence and death flash through my mind. I don’t know these people, don’t know anything about them, and I was stupid to let my attraction to them bring me to this moment.
“Hurt you?” Kaiden teases, clicking his tongue. “The last thing we want to do is hurt you, Sage.”
The body at my back pushes into me harder, making me groan with the weight as my face scratches against the tree again.
I push back, eager to get away from the pain, but my entire body ignites with fire when I feel a thick and long erection press into my ass with the movement.
I pull away again, gluing myself to the tree, but the body comes with me, grinding against me.
“The darkness doesn’t have to be about pain,” the voice at my right whispers. “Submit to us.”
“Beckham?” I ask, my chest sinking as I take a guess.
Kaiden laughs behind me, making me feel stupid.
The person pressed to my back whispers next. “The darkness can be about pleasure, Sage.”
He leans forward, capturing my earlobe with his lips before his tongue comes out and licks at my skin. Flinching, I move in the opposite direction, but jump when I slam into the mouth of whoever’s at my other side.
The hands holding my waist flex, gripping me one more time before releasing me completely. The body at my back moves away, then the person at my side does the same, leaving me in the cold air without the heat of them. I go lax, falling onto the tree with relief as I take a deep breath.
A tear slips down my cheek as the feeling of being unsatisfied and alone washes over me.
“Who are you in the dark, Sage?” Kaiden asks, a growl lacing his tone.
I don’t answer, but I do spin around to press my back to the tree as my body goes on defense.
“Do you want pleasure in the dark, or pain?” Kaiden sounds leashed, almost as if he’s holding himself back from giving in to his desires. He’s like a rubber band about to snap, and I’m not sure if I want to be here when he does.
A shiver ripples through me.
Again, I don’t answer, unsure if I want to admit that I can feel moisture dampening my panties from the risk of my current predicament. I don’t want to show my hand to them, just in case.
“Do you want to be mine in the dark?” Kaiden whispers, sounding closer.
I nod on instinct, thankful he can’t see me.
“Do you want to be ours in the dark?” one of the other two voices adds.
Bodies press against me from all sides, and a groan vibrates through me when a hand slides around the column of my throat and holds loosely, giving just enough pressure to make my heartrate kick up a notch.
My hands are grabbed then, from either side, my arms being wrapped around the trunk of the tree and held in place.
“We don’t normally do this, Sage,” Kaiden breathes against my mouth. “Play with our toys before the Games, but we just couldn’t stay away from you.”
That in itself reveals that the other two are absolutely Vincent and Beckham, as I expected, giving me a tiny bit of relief now that I know for sure. Kaiden’s words register a half second later—before the Games.
They picked me.
I’m this year’s Hallows Girl.
A chill slithers down my spine, even though I know nothing of the Games yet, making a grin touch my lips. It’s quick to fall, though, when fear creeps back in.
No—why would they pick me? I don’t have an advantage. I don’t know anything about them or the Games they play. That gives them the upper hand over me.
Everything starts to spin, and as my heart races, so does my breathing, giving me away.
“What is it, Sage?” Kaiden inquires, a touch of amusement in his tone. “Are you scared?”
I gasp and gulp down air hurriedly, desperate to calm myself. Wriggling, I try to get my wrists free, the hands holding me feeling like embers searing my skin as a panic attack takes over my mind and body.
Kaiden kisses my lips softly, flicking his tongue against mine as he drags his hand up my throat to grip my jaw. “Pain or pleasure, Sage?”
My stomach tightens, and I hate myself for the lick of fire that attacks my core at his words, lust fogging my head and making me press my thighs together.
Kaiden chuckles. “Pleasure, then.”
He’s gone in the next second, his hand leaving my skin finally as the heat of his body disappears.
The grip the other two boys have on my wrists falls away, and my body betrays me as I reach out to try and grab them.
Kaiden’s malicious laughter fills the area once my limbs have fallen loose at my sides again.
Becks and Vinny step up against me, on either side, and the smell of them overwhelms me, mixing with the smell of pine and earth from the outdoors. They both smell so similar, smoky and warm, and it has my mind swirling to try to figure out who’s who.
A hand presses against my chest, rubbing downwards against my breastbone, flat-palmed.
It moves all the way down my front, through the crevice of my cleavage and over my stomach until it reaches the apex of my thighs.
I moan at the contact, my legs spreading by themselves as I let myself get lost in the touch.
Whoever it is continues past my pussy and onto my bare thighs. Another hand is added to my opposite thigh to balance out the sensation, making me heat from the outside in.
Another set of hands grips the hem of my dress, quickly peeling it over my head before I can protest, and once the material is deposited onto the ground, the hands return.
This time, they peel my panties down my legs quickly, exposing the hot, wet flesh of my pussy to the cool air.
I protest, keeping my feet glued to the ground so they can’t pull them past my ankles as nerves take over, making me afraid of getting completely naked when I don’t know whose touch belongs to who.
“Sage,” Kaiden growls, his voice booming from nearby, the one word commanding me to comply.
“I just want to know who’s who,” I breathe desperately, my voice small.
“Vin,” Kaiden grunts in instruction, and then hands at my thighs grip tight against me in answer.
“Becks,” Kaiden commands, making the hands that are pushing at my panties tighten. He pulls, the lace digging into my skin for a second before I hear the fabric rip. Beckham throws the shreds at my feet, laughing like he’s pleased with himself.
The skin of my bare ass brushes against the roughness of the tree bark when I arch my back, making me hiss under my breath and push my pelvis toward where I feel Vinny crouched in front of me.
Beckham’s hands return to my body, his fingers sliding under the cups of my bra lightly, sending an electroshock of goosebumps across my skin as he grabs handfuls of my breasts.
My back arches at the contact, my head connecting with the back of the tree.
He doesn’t stay in place for long though, his hands moving around my back to undo the clasp of my bra.
His fingers are skilled, my bra undone and ripped from my arms in a blink, making jealousy burn in my gut when I think about how many women he’s probably done it with before me.
Both Vinny and Beckham remove their hands from my body in a flash, leaving me completely naked against the tree by myself. I’m burning up, the lick of the cold air doing nothing to cool me. A shiver runs through me regardless when the wind blows, my nipples pebbling to stand at attention.
“Kaiden?” I whisper, daring.
He doesn’t answer, though. I breathe heavily as I wait—wait for the pleasure they’ve promised me, the touch I need between my legs.
Time ticks by so slowly I can almost feel it moving, making me anxious as fuck. I move from foot to foot where I stand, my sneakers crunching on the ground. My pussy grows wetter and wetter with anticipation.
Is this what they wanted all along? Is this a part of the Game? Get me naked and leave me here, panting and desperate?