Page 136 of Broken Souls
I stumble from exhaustion but still try to keep going, my hands and knees dragging me along the forest floor. Fear floods every nerve, and it only amplifies when I’m picked up by a warrior. I start to yelp, but a hand is shoved over my mouth. My back hits a tree. My eyes widen as a towering presence fills my line of vision. And then his hand slides down to my throat, and he covers my mouth with his lips.
Arousal jerks beneath the fear. The two mesh together, amplified by the other’s presence. I moan as I cling to him, and he pushes up my dress. He releases my neck to rip off my underwear and the plug he placed inside me before we came down from his room. His old cum rushes down my legs. He pushes it back inside me with two fingers. I arch between his body and the tree as he hits my G-spot over and over and over again.
I cry out against his mouth, but he silences all noise with his lips and the tightening grip of his hand around my throat. The lack of oxygen makes me dizzy, adding to the rush of sensations I’m experiencing. Frantically rocking my hips, I chase a release that’ll leave me wrecked.
He groans into my mouth. His tongue dances with mine. Reaching around my neck, he unties my dress. Shoving the fabric down past my breasts, he lifts me higher up the tree with the fingers he has in my pussy, and then lowers his head to lock his lips around my breast. He cups his free hand over my mouth, trapping in my cries.
I buck against him, needing more, begging him with my body. My legs move restlessly around him as I try to find that glorious release.
But he keeps me on the edge, moving his fingers too fast for me to come. I whimper against his palm. He groans with his teeth around my nipple. Then he pulls me back down the tree. Leaning in so his lips meet my ear, he sucks the bottom of my ear into his mouth and bites down hard. I cry out against his hand. He licks the side of my face before saying, “Don’t make a sound.”
Spinning us around before I can make sense of that, he steps away from the tree. He maneuvers me like I don’t weigh a thing. He sits upright on the ground with his legs spread out in front of him. I’m still lifted in the air with his hands gripping my thighs, my knees bent up to my chest. Kissing the back of my neck, he lowers me onto his hard, throbbing cock.
I bite my lower lip so I don’t cry out.
“Good girl,” he murmurs in my ear. “Stay nice and quiet as you watch my cock enter you.”
He pulls me down further, and my hands fly over my mouth, trying to keep the noises in. My gaze darts down to watch his cock slowly starting to fill my pussy. I take the full head of him in, then slide down even more. My nipples grow hard. My body grows flush. Panting against my palms, I watch through half-hooded eyes as he pulls me down fully.
I’m stretched so much. He’s in so deep. Moaning, I sag against his chest and drop my hands. He releases my thighs to grab my breasts, pinching my nipples in between his fingers. I bite back a cry. He murmurs in my ear. “Now look ahead, little monster.”
I do without question, knowing I will find pleasure from obeying. My eyes widen as I see them in front of us though, never having imagined that. They’re a fair few yards away. My pussy spasms around Varius’ cock as my jaw drops.
“You like the view?” he growls, a jolt of jealousy coming down our bond. Danger screams inside my skull as I realize he herded me here. He must have been able to smell them or sense them through their heartbeats.
“Do you want to join them?” he demands as he shoves a hand between my shoulder blades and pushes me down. I reach out automatically, my hands landing on his knees to hold myself up. He grabs my hips and lifts my ass off him. I know I should be paying attention to him first and foremost, but I can’t seem to rip my eyes away from the scene in front of me.
Maddox has Zita hanging upside down from a tree just like he said he would. She’s fully naked, and her body is covered in old scars – the bites and claws of werewolves. She must be an omega – a pack’s punching bag, her body a canvas to their violence. There are also new wounds that are still bleeding – whipping lines from whatever Maddox’s been doing to her.
Her legs are spread, her ankles tied to a branch above with some rope, and in the moonlight piercing through the branches, I can see her pussy gleaming with wetness. My own grows wet too.
Maddox steps up to her, also fully naked, and grips his cock. He’s almost half the size of Varius, I would suspect, but the confidence he moves with more than makes up with it.
“Nah...I think I like you better with the mask.” Maddox’s words whisper on the wind, so faint I almost miss them. As he turns, I suck in a breath, wondering if he can see us. But his eyes are on the ground.
“I asked you a question,” Varius growls as he digs his fingers into my ass. He slams me down all the way on his cock, and I almost cry out before I bite my lip. My nails dig into his knees, drawing blood. I’m shaking so much, all my muscles feel weak.
“Do you want to join them?”
My pulse spikes. I shake my head, not wanting Varius anywhere near another woman.
“Are you fucking lying to me?” he growls as he lifts me off him.
I shake my head again.
He slams up into me as he pulls me down. This time I can’t fully trap my whimper. My head jerks up as a small cry escapes me, but Maddox is facing Zita again with the leather Hannibal-esque mask dangling from his fingers. He puts it back on her despite her attempt to resist him, jerking her head back and forth. He grabs a fistful of her hair to hold her still, then straps the mask on. There’s a hole in it now though, circular and right over her mouth.
My heartbeat picks up as Varius’ cock moves fast and hard inside me. My nipples are hard sensitive buds as they sway in the night air. My mouth waters as I watch Varius’ brother step up to Zita with his hand on his cock again. He forces his dick through the hole in her mask. His ass and leg muscles tighten as he starts to thrust into her.
“Are you imagining yourself in her place?” my husband growls as he picks up his pace, slamming me down so hard, pain radiates through my womb. He’s hitting the back of it, bruising it, and he’s moving so fast now, I fear he’s going to rub me raw.
I hang my head as I shudder on his cock. My entire body is shaking as it begs for a release, but I need him to play with the outside of my pussy to get it. My nails dig deeper into his knees. I try to shift my weight to one hand, but my balance instantly disappears. Biting my lip, I whimper.
“Answer me,” he snaps, slamming me down all the way onto his lap so his hands are free to go around me. One wraps around my neck. The other slaps my pussy. I jump from the unexpected smack. Panting hard, I shake my head.
“But it’s making you hot, isn’t it? Watching my brother fuck that whore?”
I squirm on his cock, but I can’t deny it. My eyes find the couple through the trees, and my pussy spasms as I watch Maddox lower his head down to her cunt. He licks her as he fucks her face, his hands wrapped around her head as he pounds into her. “Yes,” I pant, my legs shaking.
