Page 89 of Lost to the Woods

When Bunny’s done with the boots, I yank the leash, forcing her head up. “Now unzip me.”

Her fingers shake as she reaches for my jeans, fumbling with the button, the zipper. The second she pulls my cock free, Mark groans—like he can’t help it. Like he’s already imagining her lips wrapped around him instead. His dick betrays him, twitching against his thigh.

I laugh, low and mean. “You want her to suck you off, Mark? That’s too bad. She’s mine.”

I fist Bunny’s hair and drag her onto me. She gags immediately, tears spilling down her cheeks as I push deep, holding her there until her throat flutters around me. “Such a good little slut,” I croon, pulling her back just to shove her down again. “Look at her, Mark. Look how she takes it.”

And fuck, he is. His cock’s fully hard now, leaking against his stomach. Disgusting.

Bunny’s crying in earnest, spit and tears slicking her chin, but she doesn’t fight. She never fights. Just takes it, just obeys. I let her suck me for another minute, watching Mark’s face twist with jealousy and lust, before I finally pull her off with a wet pop.

“That’s enough,” I purr, yanking the leash until she stumbles to her feet. “Don’t want him jizzing all over my floor.”

I spin her around, my hands rough on her tits, squeezing hard enough to make her whine. “Show him what he can’t have.”

She’s shaking as I manhandle her, spreading her legs, forcing her to arch her back so Mark can see every inch—the curve of her waist, the swell of her ass, the glint of the plug nestled between her cheeks. I land a sharp smack on her ass, the sound cracking through the cabin. Her skin flushes pink under my palm, and Mark actually whimpers.

“You like that?” I sneer, spanking her again, harder. “Like seeing her like this? All spread out, all mine?”

Mark doesn’t answer. Doesn’t have to. His cock jerks, and that’s answer enough.

I can’t wait anymore.

I grab Bunny by the thighs and lift her, her back pressed to my chest, her legs spread wide in my grip. She’s right at Mark’s eye level now, close enough that he can smell her—the musk of her pussy, the sweet juices I know are dripping out of her.

“Watch,” I snarl at him. Then I slam into her.

Bunny cries out, her body clamping around me, tight as a vise. The plug in her ass, stretching her, making her feel even fucking better around my cock. The piercings along the underside of my shaft drag against her walls, and I know she feels it—know it’s tearing her between pain and pleasure because she’s sobbing, but her cunt is gripping me like she never wants me to leave.

“Fuck, you see that, Mark?” I grind into her, making her moan. “See how tight she is? How soaking wet?”

I don’t go slow. I fuck her hard, like a doll in my arms, her body jolting in my grip. The sounds are filthy—skin slapping, Bunny’s choked cries, Mark’s ragged panting. My brothers are circling now, growling, their claws digging into their own thighs just to keep from touching.

“Look how hard he is for you,” I whisper into her ear. “Leaking. Making a mess. You enjoy that, don’t you? To see himlust over you even when you’re being fucked by another man. Filthy little bunny, loves being a show.”

Her cunt flutters around me, giving me the answers I need.

“Look at all of them. Stroking their cocks because of you. They all want you, baby.”

She moans and her hips buck against my thrusts.

“You want them to take turns on you again, don’t you? You fucking loved how they wrecked your body.”

Her breath hitches, and I know she’s close.

“That’s it. Cum on my cock like the good little whore you are.”

She shatters with a broken scream, her body clamping down on me. I lose it then, fucking into her through her orgasm, my own release roaring up my spine. I bury myself deep, spilling inside her, a hot, pulsing flood that fills her to the very brim. The sensation is electric, a primal satisfaction that ripples through me as I feel her body shudder in response. Her pussy contracts around me, milking every last drop, and I let out a low, guttural groan that echoes in the dimly lit room. The air is thick with the scent of sweat, sex, and something darker, something metallic and ancient that clings to me like a second skin.

As I catch my breath, my gaze snaps to Mark. I can hear the rapid thud of his heartbeat, the shallow gasps of his breath. He’s trying to keep his composure, but his trembling gives him away. He’s terrified and yet so fucking turned on, he must feel like going crazy.

Good. I want him broken.

I want him to know his place.

I slip my dick out of her pussy with a wet, obscene sound, but I keep her spread open in my arms, her back pressed firmly against my chest. Her head lolls on my shoulder, her breathcoming in soft, uneven pants. She’s pliant in my grasp, her body still humming with the aftershocks of my possession.

I step closer to the chair. “Clean up,” I order Mark, my tone leaving no room for argument.

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