46. Wolff
The loud bass pulses through my skull, the air of the mansion thick with sweat and bodies. It’s the kind of party I’d rather shoot myself in the fucking head than attend.
I shouldn’t fucking be here.
Another one of their goddamn traditions. Hunt Night. They release the Sluts into the woods—drugged, drunk, half-dressed or naked—and masked Sovereigns chase them down. To fuck. Or kill.
There are no rules.
I move through the crowd, my eyes scanning the room, fists clenched at my sides. She’s here somewhere. I fucking know it.
I heard her name being passed around earlier—someone bragging about how they were going to find her first. And now she’s not answering her fucking phone.
Again.
My temper ratchets tighter with every second I don’t see her.
I take the stairs two at a time, moving through the upstairs hallway, past rooms already filled with naked bodies. Voices. Grunts. Laughter. The sound of someone crying.
My hand tightens on the doorframe as I pass another open room. A Sovereign has a Slut bent over a vanity, two others taking turns with her mouth. Her mascara runs down her cheeks.
I keep moving.
“I knew you’d fucking come.” Graves laughs, stepping into my path.
He’s wearing only jeans, his chest bare, skin glistening with sweat.
“I’m not here for this shit.”
Graves smirks, his dark eyes glinting. “Sure. That’s why you’re scanning every room. Looking for someone specific?”
I glare at him.
“Hunt’s about to start, you’re gonna need this.” He shoves a grey-and-black wolf mask into my chest and laughs some more, walking away and pulling on a skull mask.
I turn down the next hallway, the mask in my grip. After checking more rooms, I reluctantly move downstairs. Drunk bodies pour out of glass doors into the sprawling estate grounds. The darkness beyond the manicured gardens looks endless.
Then I hear her.
I turn toward the sound and see AJ stumbling farther inside the house.
She’s barely dressed in a flimsy black slip that hangs off one shoulder, her hair tangled, her feet bare. Her face is flushed, her eyes glazed, and she’s clutching a half-empty bottle. I catch up with her quickly, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her back down the hall.
“Hey!” She jerks away, swaying on her feet as she turns on me. “What the hell?” Her eyes widen when they meet mine before she glares up at me. “Oh, great. You again.”
“Are you out of your fucking mind?” I hiss, dragging her toward the nearest empty room. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
She tries to pull away again, but I tighten my grip. I haul her inside and kick the door shut behind us. The second I turn, she’s right in my face, shoving at my chest.
“Get off me, you fucking asshole!”
I shove her back hard enough that she stumbles, catching herself on the bed.
“You shouldn’t be here, AJ.”
She stares at me for a second before she starts laughing. The sound immediately pisses me off. Her laughter cuts off as she lifts the bottle to her mouth and takes a long drink, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her eyes drop to the mask still clenched in my fist.
“Oh, I see what’s going on.” She points at me, her words slurring slightly. “You don’t want someone else to find me before you do. That it?”
My jaw tightens. “Put the fucking bottle down.”
“Why do you think you get to decide that?” Eyebrow lifted to taunt me, she takes another drink.
Nostrils flaring, I step closer, crowding her. “I’m not playing games with you right now. I’m fucking serious.”
She tilts her head back, looking up at me through her lashes, a bitter smile twisting her lips. “You’re always serious. That’s your whole personality.”
I yank the bottle from her hand and toss it across the room. She flinches as it smashes against the wall. Gripping her chin, I force her to look at me.
“You’re drunk and high.”
She laughs again. “Wow. Good job, detective.”
I let go of her jaw, my hand shaking with anger. “You’re unbelievable.”
“I’m unbelievable? Jesus, do you even hear yourself? You disappear for weeks. Ignore my texts. My calls. Then show up out of nowhere and act like you have the right to tell me what to do.”
Outside, distant cheers erupt as the Hunt starts, but I barely hear them. My focus is locked on her.
She’s a fucking mess.
And I hate how relieved I was when I saw her.
“You look like shit.”
“Well, thank god, you’re here to let me know.” She rolls her eyes and moves toward the door, but I step in front of her, blocking her way. “Move. Now. You don’t get to drag me into rooms and bark orders at me anymore.”
I lean down, getting in her face. “I told you to stop this shit.”
“And I told you to fuck off.”
My temper snaps.
I snatch her waist, lifting her off her feet before tossing her onto the bed.
She lands with a soft thud, her eyes wide, breathing fast. I rip my belt off in one smooth motion, wrapping it around my fist before I grab her wrists and pin them above her head.
She struggles immediately, but I hold her down easily.
“Let me go, you fucking psycho—”
Tightening the belt around her wrists, I secure it to the headboard. She thrashes beneath me, her legs kicking, but I press my body over hers.
“You’re not leaving this room until you sober the fuck up.”
“Fuck you! Let me go!” She twists her wrists in the belt, her hazel eyes searing into mine. “You think you can just keep doing this to me? You think you own me?”
“I don’t have time for your fucking tantrum.”
She lets out a bitter laugh. “No, of course not. Because you’re too busy playing hero. You fucking hypocrite. You don’t get to do this. You don’t get to act like you care.”
“I don’t care.”
“Liar. You fucking wish you didn’t. You wish you didn’t want me. That’s why you hate me so much. Because you’re just as fucked up as I am.”
She spits in my face and bucks wildly beneath me, trying to throw me off. I press her harder into the mattress, my body solid and heavy over hers. My cock is already rock hard from the fight, throbbing against her.
I snarl and push her legs apart with my knee, adjusting her thighs around my hips. She freezes beneath me, her breath hitching as I grind my cock against her. Her words shouldn’t get to me, but I’m so fucking angry, all I can think about is shutting her up.
Ripping her panties down her legs, I shove the soaked fabric into her mouth. Her eyes widen in shock, then narrow in fury as muffled screams vibrate against my palm.
“I told you to be quiet.” I free my aching cock and slam into her slick cunt in one brutal thrust.
She arches violently, a strangled cry caught in the panties. I don’t give her time to adjust. I fuck her hard, hips snapping forward, driving deep into her tight heat over and over. The bed slams against the wall, her tits bouncing.
I grab her face, fingers digging into her cheeks, forcing her to look at me while tears streak her mascara.
“Look at you. So fucking pathetic.”
She thrashes, but her cunt is clenching around me, dripping down my balls. I reach between us and rub her clit in rough circles. Her muffled moans grow louder, her hips jerking up to meet my thrusts.
“You’re going to come. Right fucking now.”
I pinch her clit, and her whole body locks up, eyes rolling back as she screams into the panties and comes around my cock, her pussy spasming and gushing.
The pressure is too much.
I bury myself to the hilt and explode with a guttural groan. My release is so strong it feels like I’m pissing inside her—thick ropes of cum flooding her cunt. I keep thrusting through it, grinding deep, forcing every drop as far inside her as possible.
When I finally pull out, I spread her legs wide and stare at the mess. My cum leaks from her swollen pussy, trailing down her thighs.
I can’t stop myself.
I shove her thighs farther apart, drop my mouth onto her cunt, and devour her. I lick and suck my cum out of her, tongue fucking deep into her hole.
“Fuck. We taste so fucking good mixed together. My cum dripping out of your greedy little cunt.”
She whimpers, thighs trembling around my head. She’s oversensitive, still twitching from her last orgasm, but I don’t care. I keep eating her, licking and sucking noisily, the wet sounds of my mouth on her pussy filling the room. I bury my face, nose grinding against her clit.
I’m addicted.
Addicted to the taste of us. To the way her pussy flutters and pushes out more of my cum.
I suck hard on her clit again, two fingers curling inside her and pressing against that spot that makes her sob.
“Come again,” I command against her. “I want to feel you come on my tongue while you’re still leaking my cum.”
She shakes her head weakly, but her hips are already grinding against my face. I don’t let up. I fuck her with my tongue and fingers, sucking and licking relentlessly until her thighs clamp around my head and she comes again with a broken, muffled cry.
Only when she’s shaking and too oversensitive do I finally pull back. I wipe my face with the back of my hand and climb back up her body. Slowly, I reach up and pull the panties from her mouth, dropping the soaked fabric on the bed beside her head, and release her wrists.
As I stare down at her, the anger slowly fades, leaving something worse in its place. I lean down, pressing my forehead to hers.
Her arms wrap around me, pulling me closer.
“I hate you,” she whispers.
“I know.”
Her face buries in my neck, and I stay where I am, my body heavy on hers. For a moment, neither of us moves.
Then I roll off her, pulling her with me.
I hold her tightly, her head resting on my chest, her body still shaking. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing, but I don’t let go. Outside, the party continues, but in here…it’s just her and me. Broken and fucked up and tangled in something neither of us can escape.