Page 57 of Desired for Her Blood
I’m in a tight ball formed by him, unable to move, and then he uses his entire body to fuck my ass. Hard.
“Get off her!” Axe growls from somewhere near.
“Hey, slow down,” Ryker adds. “It’s the first time she’s been fucked up the ass.”
“Hurt me,” Zuben cries out. “One of you! Cut me. Burn me. Please!” The anguish in his voice is hard to take, but barely registers as he accelerates, his cock slamming into my ass, using the force of his whole body to help, moving so quickly I can’t detect the individual thrusts.
The rapid penetration is just a constant hum now, pleasure right at the edge of pain, or maybe the other way around, and it’s constantly cresting, never fully falling before cresting again.
Ryker and Axe are shouting. I hear the anger in their voices, but can barely make out their words. I’m too caught up in the intensity of the act, in all the things Zuben’s making my body feel, as he holds me like a small object he’s impaling, slamming me up and down over his super hard rod.
“Stop!” Axe growls. “Stop or I’ll rip out your throat!”
Zuben stops suddenly and starts to collapse.
I’m quickly scooped into Axe’s arms and he cuddles me into his warm, fuzzy chest.
“Baby, baby.” Axe snuggles his mouth against my throat. “It’s okay. It’s okay. You’re safe now. I won’t let him hurt you ever again.”
“What the fuck was that, you asshole!” Ryker shouts. “What the actual fuck!”
Ryker leaps toward Zuben. Lifting him high into the air by his throat, he slams him into the wall at the far side of the cave, nearly forty feet away from where they both started.
“You hurt her again and I’ll kill you!” Ryker drops his hand, and Zuben drops to the ground, his head falling forward.
“What’s wrong, robot?” Ryker picks up Zuben and tosses him high against the wall. “Won’t even fight back?”
Zuben lands, then lifts his chin and shrugs.
“Fucking coward—” Ryker pushes Zuben against the wall again.
“Stop.” I struggle out of Axe’s arms and rush toward them. “Just stop.”
Ryker’s back expands and contracts with his heavy breaths, and the sight of his massive muscles, tattooed and scarred, nearly takes my breath away. Then he turns toward me, rage in his eyes.
Everything Ryker told me about his past flashes in my mind. Seeing him like this, so full of anger, I fear that telling me his story unleashed something inside Ryker, something he’ll now take out on Zuben.
Ryker’s eyes narrow, veins popping on his forehead, over his biceps. “This guy doesn’t deserve to live—and he sure as shit doesn’t deserve to everlookat you again, never mind touch you!”
“Ryker…” I don’t know how to defuse this situation. “What Zuben did…” I don’t know what to say.
“I deserve and accept all punishments,” Zuben says, keeping his eyes cast down. “I accept my death. I am broken, deviant, not worthy to be near Ember, or any of you.”
Turning toward the wall, Zuben repeatedly smashes his forehead against the stone.
“Stop,” I shout, and Ryker grabs Zuben’s shoulders.
“Hey. You’re upsetting her.”
Zuben stops, but keeps leaning against the wall. With my still heightened senses, I can smell Zuben’s blood. My heart squeezes and tears rise in my eyes. I know he’ll heal, but I hate that he caused himself so much pain. On purpose.
“On second thought, crush your skull,” Ryker says. “You fucking deserve it. Be my guest.”
“Ryker…” I slide my hand onto his back, and he tenses as if he just now realized how close I am. Then he turns and takes me into his arms.
I glance to the side. Zuben is scraping his hands and his forehead against the rough stone as if to keep the wounds open. Then he bangs his forehead again.
“That’s it, you fucker,” Ryker says, pulling away from me. “Smash your skull on that rock!”
