Page 13 of Prey for Me

In return, I spit in his face, aiming for his filthy fucking mouth. I’m going to die anyway, if I’m lucky. Be gangraped and hopefully die quickly if I’m unlucky. I hope I picked something up in the woods, and Raphael dies from it, from all the broken glass I ran through.

A chilling silence falls over the warehouse again, and despite the humidity, goosebumps pebble my skin. And as mortifying as it is to admit, when those infuriated, piercing blue eyes lock on me, my nipples pebble too. I clench my thighs, tryuing to stay defiant, but my pussy is wet and getting slicker by the second. What the hell is wrong with me!?

I’m so stunned by my reaction, I almost forgot this monster will retaliate. The slap I expect doesn’t come as I screw my eyes close and brace myself. Instead, his hand shoots out, prying my mouth open. At first, I’m afraid he’ll snap my jaw. After all, this he-man almost snapped a metal bar. But he doesn’t just staring down at me like he’s about to strangle me, and for a fleeting moment, I think he’s going to return the favor, mouth screwing up as if he’s about to spit in my mouth. Instead, the sound of his pants unzipping sends me into a panic.

He forces me back to my knees, hand in my hair, and this time his vice-like grip doesn’t budge. Some strands rip out, and I whimper, then stop struggling as his nails dig into my scalp. Too much movement, and he really might snap my neck. Raphael forces me to watch as he finishes unzipping his pants, yanking them down his sculpted ass and thighs just enough to reveal his massive, rock-hard cock.

“She’ll bite it off,” the maskless pack alpha with the soulful gray murmurs, their leader, Nakoa. But I don’t miss thebemusement in his tone. He’s enjoying my degradation. And for all his talk and even willingness to kill for me, Leo is silent before his alpha and second-in-command. He won’t save me. None of them will as the others close in, panting, watching. Maybe a few more cocks come out of zippers and threadborn clothing to join in by masturbating. But I can’t hear a thing over the roaring, rushing blood in my ears and the sinking humiliating pit I’m spiraling into.

Raphael grins down at me, pumping his massive cock in deliberately slow movements. A bead of cmes crowning the tip as his uncut cock as it stiffens to the point it looks like it hurts. It’s then he drags me closer, so my lips can taste his musky essence. He may have scentless pheromones, but I can smell this.

“Maybe she will. Maybe she won’t. Maybe I’ll snap her neck if she tries,” he murmurs with a feral grin, his long black hair rolling down his shoulders as he lets go of his cock and drags his hand through his hair.

What the hell is his problem?I wonder. If this is his reaction to getting spat on, I’m thankful I didn’t manage a kick or a hit, he’d have me face down on the ground.

Palming his rock hard cock again, he pumps his shaft more violently this time, his movements frantic. I suck in a sharp breath, eyes tracing the thickness and the veins so close to my mouth. And then I see it. The tip, not the base, is beginning to swell, an inch below the crown.

Oh fuck, oh shit, he’s going to make me try and swallow his knot!

I squirm, but more hair tugs, and I don’t want any more ripped out. Of course this mutants swells at the tip and not the base of his huge cock. Of courseitdoes! He presses the head to my lips, his smirk, his steady icy blue gaze a dare. He’s daring me to bite it off. But he’s in luck because I don’t know if I can manage tosuck it down, let along bite. And this mask isn’t helping, forcing my gaze to hone in.

“You’re mine now,” he grits out between clenched teeth.

“Ours,” the serial killer chimes in, and I whimper. Fuck, Leo! The coward. He said he’d kill for me, and this bastard is going to make me choke to death on his cock right in front of him.

“Yes,ours,” Raphael corrects himself, but somehow I don’t think he believes.

“Aaauaugh!” I cock, instantly, as he forces the tip past my pathetic attempt at a defense–clenched teeth.

One squeeze of his mighty hand on my jaw–now grabbing the side while he has my hair fisted in his other palm–and I open wide.

“Good girl, take it,” he murmurs as he makes me gag on it. “Take my cock in that nasty mouth of yours, little white rabbit.”

The sloppy sound is all I can hear as his knot rams against my lips again and again. It’s smaller than a usual alpha knot, I know that much. But it’s still massive. He prys my jaw open a little wider, and I’m amazed when a bit of his knot does manage to fit inside my mouth. But then he stills, as I struggle to do anything, mouth so full of cock I can’t even breathe.

“Look at me, Grace. Look at me while I fuck you face,” he moans, rolling his hips more forcefully, driving his knot and cock too deep. I can’t believe I’m taking any of it.

More of his knot slips inside, and now I know I won’t survive. Raphael’s cock has completely blocked my throat. I twist and writhe, my forgotten chain jangling on the ground. But it’s no use. This alpha is in control, and he’s drilling into my body so that I’ll never forget that.

“You belong to us now, little omega. You belong to me,” Raphael grits out, jerks, and pulls out. “And you’ll submit, or I’ll drill it into you, inch by unforgiving inch.”

“Haaaaaah!” I breathe, only for my mouth to be filled with so much cum I’m drowning in it. One hand still firmly tangled in my hair, he pumps his load down my throat as I tear up. When he’s finished, he lets go of his limp cock and grabs my chin. This time, I don’t fight. I don’t want my jaw ripped the hell off. So, I swallow Raphael’s seed.

“No spitting,” he chimes as I gulp down more and more of the sticky white mess he’s left inside my throat until I can finally breathe.

This time, he drags me to my feet by my hair, and I can hear the whooping and hollering now from the crowd. They’re enjoying this. Fuck them and especiallyfuckhim!

“Fuck you! I don’t belong to any of you!” I shout, the sound itself tears at my already raw throat.

Raphael simply smirks. I hear the unsheathing of a knife, and I sob now because what else can I do? In an instant, his hand is on my throat, and his knife is near my leg. He drags his blade up my thigh, creating a slit in my dress. Then, Raphael bites down until he splits my bottom lip. It’s a mockery of a kiss, and I know the freak can taste himself on my tongue and lips as I yank away, leaving a matching mark on his mouth. I scream once we part, the bite welling up with blood, confused by the rush of lust that accompanies the blistering pain. He shoves me onto the floor, his pack flanking him as he zips his spent cock up, the other black masked foxes standing in a semicircle around them.

“No, little white rabbit.Fuck. You,” he grits out.

“Now…” He leaps up, grabs me by my collar, and drags me out of the warehouse kicking and screaming along the way. I roll down some of the gravel pathway from the wide open entrance, and turn around on my hands and knees in the street.

Raphael chucks a smooth, yet heavy wooden stick towards me that feels like it was meant to be attached to an axe or a hatchet, and he whispers, “...Grace.”

I try to glare up at him, but pure terror pumps through me, and I tremble under the tropical sun. Raphael sneers, Leo’s face twists in pain, and Nakoa stares down at me blankly with one eyebrow raised. When Raphael he finally speaks again, his voice drips with malice so clearly I can almost taste the venom on my busted lip.

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